Shape Moon Simulation: Start strategy for the Greek goddess!

From birth, girls have insights that are different from ordinary people.

She thinks that footsteps can convey feelings -

For example, the sound of lively footsteps.

It's like the sound of quiet footsteps like prayer.

For example, there is a faint sound of sad footsteps in the noise.

Because people never thought that the sound of footsteps would leak secrets, through the sound of footsteps, they will show their mood more frankly.

For a girl who is not good at talking to others, perhaps the sound of footsteps can make her understand a person better than talking.

The Tomb Keepers of Brakmoa.

When I was young, I was told that it was the name of the family.

They were the grave keepers who guarded the cemetery of the former kings and were also tasked with protecting the foundation of Britain.

Glory, bloodline, country, kings.

Children often hear these words from their parents when they are young, and this is also a deep foundation of worship.

The young girl didn't understand why she was doing this.

However, as long as they prayed to the king, their parents would smile with tenderness and love.

That's enough for a child.

This is true of other children in the village and town, as are their parents and grandparents. This is common sense that has been running in the family for thousands of years, and it is a matter of course.

The first king gave everything for Britain. 453 The Britons were supposed to be loyal to the first king.

They have survived until now because of the great deeds created by the sacrifice of the previous kings. The first king had kindness to everyone.

People are born to owe the king.

But the king did not ask for it.

- Don't ask, do it.

Don't ask what the great kings can give you, but think about what you can do for Britain and the kings. "

This is a reprimand often spoken by the old man in the village.

Young girls don't understand these things.

The grand epics from the ancient times and the many deeds of the previous kings made her feel too dazzling.

It's like looking at the sun and feeling out of reach.

The elders said that their people had inherited the king's bloodline.

However, the girl has no real feeling.

She was in awe of the epics of the kings and knights, and she offered her faith like the other children.

In fact, the tomb keepers had nothing to do.

The only thing they had to do was watch over the cemetery. Other than that, it's a peaceful and peaceful life.

If that's the case, everything will be fine.

The maiden will be like the rest of the clansmen.

As she grows up, she learns more about her family's history and eventually grows into a strong and excellent grave keeper.

And yet—

I don't know when it started.

It was, about six or seven years old.

The girl's golden hair gradually transformed into beautiful silver hair, and her eyes became as flawless as sapphire.

The first thing I felt was fear.

The choice that any child can make if they have such a change in themselves is to seek help from their parents.

At first, everything was normal.

"Grey.... Don't be afraid... The eldest grandmother and the old patriarch of Baelsak will definitely find out the reason!

At that time, the parents were worried about the change of the girl.

still treats her as a daughter.

However, when the eldest grandmother and the old patriarch came to a conclusion, people's reactions were so strange.

Everyone is trying to contain the ecstasy.

That look at her worried eyes changed.

Even her parents.

"Child, how lucky you are. Your appearance is undoubtedly the ancestor of the Brakmoya clan, the great princess who accompanied the former king!

The girl looked at the old man who was kneeling in front of her.

Not just one person, but the people around the altar were all so excited that they burst into tears. Obviously, everyone's eyes were looking at her, but no one was looking at her.

That's not looking into the child's gaze.

"Daddy.. Mom.... What's going on..."

The maiden (CEEA) cries out like a cry for help.

However, the love in the eyes of parents has dissipated, and all that remains is the purest love.

It's as if you're looking at something sacred.

Instead, looking at the daughter.

Since then, everything has changed.

The footsteps of her parents, who loved and cared for her, gradually changed to the footsteps of praising the sacred.

That's always going to trip over things. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But it sounded cheerful footsteps.

It became as if it could come into contact with the gods, and it was full of pious footsteps.

"Ahh Grey, blessed by our king, has brought such honors upon our house. My loyalty and soul belong to my king, and I am willing to sacrifice my blood and flesh for Britain, and I will greet the princess like my ancestors, and I will never fail to live up to the expectations of my ancestors..."

I can hear the holy prayers of my parents every night.

There has always been an ancestral precept that the king will eventually return, and their tomb guards are waiting for this moment.

"Mom.... I'm so scared..... Am I going to become..... Another person I don't know..."

"No, no, no, how can you think that? It's a blessing, it's love. You are the Son of God, and this is the glory of our people. Don't be afraid, you were born to be the princess of the king. "

Mother's eyes were full of love.

However, this love is not given to girls.

No one was watching her here.

People just see her as a vessel for holiness.

When did the sweet smell of bread in the daily breakfast start to chill down your spine?

When did warm soups and fresh salads start to feel out of place?

And when did it start.

People have become so worried that they react to every trivial change in her expression when she eats, and the urge to cry about it has risen in her heart?

After that, the taut string broke.

The girl finally couldn't help but cry and ran into the forest.

Only a voice spoke to her.

"Hmph, are you crying again, Chronic Grey?"

The dusty box in the birdcage teased.

This is the treasure of the clan entrusted by the patriarch and grandmother since she was recognized as the son of God.

Legend has it that it has been handed down from the time of the unified dynasty to the present day.

It's the work of that Princess Morgan—

Holy Spear Ritual Costume Yad

Grey didn't know how long she had been crying in the woods.

On the way, the nagging box didn't seem to be tired, and it dropped every time Gray cried.

ps: Grey-chan, looks like Morgan 1ili (laughs).