As I slowly open my eyes, I look out the window and see the double moons hanging low in the sky, their dim light casting an eerie glow through the room. My gaze shifts to the old clock on the wall, one of the few relics from the ancient civilization that we can still reproduce today. Unlike the flying vehicles and towering buildings of the past, clocks like this remain a testament to what once was. According to the Gregas calendar, we have 36 hours in a day, a 9-day week, and 42 days in a month, with the year stretching over 18 months. It's the year 176, and the clock reads seven, just a few hours before the low sun rises.
I gently rise from my bed, slipping into the bright pink robe that lies next to it. As I approach the mirror in my personal room, I tie my curly bright pink hair into a ponytail and smile at my reflection.
"It's time to start my day," I say to myself, clenching my fist with determination. I head to my closet and change into my usual training outfit, a comfortable ensemble designed for ease of movement. Today's choice is a purple outfit that reminds me of the color of his magic power.
Yes, it is I, Satre, the hero's granddaughter, and this is just a normal day for me. I grab my wooden training sword and my favorite sword, Gurter, a sacred treasure passed down through generations of my family. With it, I can easily cut through the strongest materials in the world, thanks to my unparalleled potential in both magic and swordsmanship. Though my grandfather always tells me I'm too prideful, he acknowledges that I have more potential than all our ancestors combined. Yet, despite my skill, I've never been able to beat him—he always manages to exploit the smallest of my mistakes. Even so, I am the best sword fighter in the world, unbeaten in pure swordplay.
I start my day with 5,000 sword swings in each stance, both with and without magic. My speed improves daily, allowing me to finish just as the sun begins to rise. Afterward, I run through the forest without using magic, heading toward the most beautiful waterfall in the world. This place holds a special significance for me—it's where my mother brought me before she passed away, and where my true power was first unlocked. I quickly wash off in the waterfall before teleporting back home for breakfast, which usually consists of a breakfast pie, a few eggs, and a cup of juice.
"Ah, are you going out hunting today, Satre?" A deep, burly voice interrupts my thoughts. I glance to my left to see my grandfather, a half-elf, half-human man with medium-length black and gray hair that's slowly turning gray. Despite his small figure, his voice is deep and commanding, though he rarely speaks up.
"Oh, um, yes. I'm just going to look for a dragon or something for dinner," I reply, my voice growing quieter as I speak. My grandfather, being a high elf, possesses the unique ability to sense lies—an ability granted by the Earth Spirit, one of the 12 Arch Spirits that stand above all others.
"Dear, tell her she can't challenge a dragon," a sweet, yet stern female voice calls out. My blood runs cold as I slowly turn to see my grandmother. She's human, with long blue hair that reaches her waist and a dress that barely hides her incredibly fit figure. Despite her appearance, she's a formidable force, even stronger than my grandfather in many ways.
"But Grandma Hika, I swear I won't get hurt. I have all the proper gear and a plan, and I've never had dragon meat before," I plead, putting on my best puppy-dog face.
"I agree, dear. When it comes to swordsmanship, she surpasses me, and she's almost on par with you in magic. She's also smart, just like our daughter was," my grandfather adds, always the free-spirited type who believes in letting life teach its lessons.
"That's right, Grandma! I'm not going to challenge a senior-rank True Dragon, maybe just an offspring," I continue, my eyes growing teary.
"You're not allowed past the waterfall," Grandma finally concedes with a sigh, giving in after my relentless pleas and promises. Overjoyed, I jump out of my chair, hug her tightly, and dash out the door, eager to start my day.
The next part of my routine involves magic power increase and casting training—my favorite time of the day. To increase magic power, one must unlock their own mental gates. Everyone has a different number of gates, and each one unlocks a new level of power. I have six gates, and I've unlocked two so far: one granting a 3x power boost, and the other a 12x boost. I'm currently working on unlocking the third gate.
As I step into the forest, the sunlight is suddenly blocked out by a thick blanket of arrows raining down on me.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I scream, holding out my hand to gather magic power. An orb of space magic envelops me, shielding me from the arrows, but halfway through, the arrows change course, and one grazes my cheek.
"What... what kind of arrows are these?" I gasp, jumping back cautiously. A figure suddenly appears behind me, its dark purple aura oppressive and terrifying. I quickly teleport away using space magic, my heart pounding in my chest.
"ARA, I guess you're the chosen girl today. You should meet my dependent," the figure says, a mischievous, evil smile revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"Who are you, and how do you know my plan?" I demand, cold sweat running down my back as the figure's aura grows darker.
"You're the first girl to be chosen as a Sin. I guess you'll suffer with him," the figure's voice softens as its shadowy body fades and disappears.
"Who was that?" I whisper, still trembling. The cold sweat clings to my skin as I stare at the spot where the figure once stood. How did it know that today was the day I planned to challenge Shiro, to show him the future I've seen?
Shaking off the encounter, I take up my sword again and quickly warm up by fighting a dragon before heading to meet Shiro. I am Satre, the hero's granddaughter, and I will become the Sin of Pride.