Under the cherry blossom trees that adfront the path, dots of pink fall down and pile up together, forming a small mound of cherry blossoms that are somewhat strange, and it is also the season of cherry blossoms.

There was a sudden shouting sound in the distance, as if the shouter was looking for whom? The voice gradually walked in. The small mound under the cherry blossom tree seems to have moved, but if you look closely with your eyes, it still doesn't seem to change, and the small mound is still the same small mound.

"Really, where the hell is Miss going to play again?" The shouter let out a disgruntled and somewhat coquettish grunt, and continued along the path, when he suddenly saw the small mound under the cherry blossom tree. The corner of the visitor's mouth seemed to bring a smile, and he walked lightly to the cherry blossom tree, and the fingers were gently hooked, bringing a whirlwind. The cherry blossoms on the ground fluttered wildly, revealing something huddled inside the small mound.

It was a child, a very small child. He looked like he was only eight or nine years old, but he had a beauty that seemed to make even a god jealous. She curled up there with her hands on her knees, as quiet as a porcelain doll, her wide pink pupils staring at the visitor. The girl suddenly got up and playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Ahh was found by Xiaoya again! ”

The person who came was a maid of about sixteen or seventeen years old, and at this time, she puffed out her mouth a little angrily when she heard the girl call her.

"Miss! I've said it a few times, don't call me Xiaoya! Also, Miss, today is your 10th birthday! According to the rules of the family, today will test whether your divinity is fit to be a master. There are still ten minutes left before the ceremony starts (the time can refer to the time in real life)! You're still running around. After speaking, Xiao Ya picked up the girl, spread a pair of transparent wings behind her, and flew towards the grand castle in the distance.

The Controller is one of the noblest professions on this planet called Moya. They have powers that ordinary humans can't imagine. However, it is a pity that the controller is very difficult for humans to achieve, but because of the huge base of human beings, there are not a few who become controllers. But more of a master is a race born specifically to be a master - the wraith. They are almost indistinguishable from humans in appearance, but the immense magic they possess from birth is destined to be in control. But for some reason, their fertility is so poor that a phantom may not be able to have a child in his lifetime. Heaven is fair, giving them great strength and equally giving them irreparable weakness.

And the power used by the maid to fly to the magnificent castle with the girl in her arms was the power of the master.

"Our little princess is finally here, so can the ceremony begin?" A tall and handsome man doted on the girl, and loudly ordered the servant to return to his post, then took the girl from the maid's hand and kissed her forehead.

"Is the little princess ready? The ceremony is about to begin, and we won't be allowed to run around like that again, we're going to be worried, you know? ”

The girl nodded and whispered, "Well, got it, father." ”

The man gently put the girl down, took a book with a cherry cover from the servant and handed it to the girl, then leaned over the girl's ear.

"Read the third page of this book later, this is the best oracle oath for you."

The girl walked forward gently, stopping in the center of a circle, then kneeling and holding the book above her head. The girl's hands trembled and she turned the book to the third page, as if her heart was very uneasy. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and forced herself to calm down. After a while, she opened her eyes, and a childish and pious voice sounded:

O great and pure god of fate!

Here I pray to you!

You are a deity who controls a mysterious and unpredictable fate!

You are what makes the world go round!

How humble we are, and how great you are!

But our humble beings long for power!

Eager to be in control of your own destiny and be able to offer you some humble help!

I beg you to accept our faith!

Let us control a part of our destiny!

I! Sakurami Duo Peya hereby takes an oath!

I will dedicate my life to the place of destiny!

Serve your existence all your life!

And swear never to betray the existence of the god of fate!

I beg you to make me a proxy for destiny!

Become the master of your destiny!

With that, the girl gently closed the book and placed it in a groove in front of her lap. Clasp her hands together and gently close her beautiful cherry pupils.

Suddenly, the circle around it slowly vanished, along with the book that had been placed in the groove. Slowly turned into ashes, and then slowly appeared in front of the girl into a strange mark, slowly floating towards the girl.

The girl suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, looking like the slowly floating mark, she seemed to hesitate for a moment and then closed her right eye, guiding the slowly floating mark into the left pupil.

Suddenly, the surging magic radiated in all directions. The terrifying force swept in, shattering all the glass windows of the castle, but the audience next to them did not move, very calm, and even a little taken for granted.

At this time, the girl's hands were weakly pulled to the ground, her right eye was closed, but her left eye was emitting a powerful light, and bursts of terrifying magic surged in her left eye. Fortunately, this situation did not last long, as if the magic power had been exhausted, the girl slowly sat down on the ground and passed out.

The maid who was called Xiaoya whispered to the man next to her, whom the girl called her father.

"Miss, is this a success?"

"Success is success, but this kind of magic fluctuation seems to be a little abnormal, this level of magic fluctuation seems to be a little too strong!"

"Doesn't that show how powerful Miss is?" Xiaoya said proudly, but she didn't care at all, and the eyes of the man next to her were full of doubts.

The girl who claims to be Sakuramu has no idea how much her abilities will change her future? No! Strictly speaking, she has no future! Because...

Our story was born from what this girl did in this world.

PS: Briefly introduce the setting of the world view:

This world is not a purely magical world, but more of an ability called a master. There is magic, but magic is not mainstream, the mainstream is the ability of the master.

The time when the story takes place can refer to modern times, there is technology, there is magic, don't look at the castle where the wedge exists, or something, but you can refer to the 21st century of the earth, which is the real modern world. But please don't substitute for Earth, it's another planet.

There are many kinds of abilities that govern the world, and all of them are based on magic in living beings. At the same time, there is no such thing as innate power, all power is borrowed from God in the form of a contract.

There are not only humans and phantoms in this world, but also many strange creatures.

The heroine is a phantom and has never left the world of phantoms.

Some special controllers will also receive artifact-like grants along with abilities.

The world of phantoms and the world of humans are separate. The phantom world can be said to be included in the human world, and a territory is specially divided from the human world as a place for the phantom to live.

Wraiths and humans are friendly, but the other races are hardly friendly.

PPS: These are some of the author's personal words, because the author is a student party, he is busy like a dog every day, and there is almost no guarantee of updates or anything, I can only guarantee that it will be updated once or twice a week. It's really tiring! In addition, the author does not save the manuscript, and can only squeeze out an hour a day to write. The author is also handicapped, his typing speed is as slow as a dog, and he can only write about 700 words an hour at most. Saturdays and Sundays may take longer, and you can write about 8,000 words at most in a week. However, I don't think anyone will read this novel. Let's just practice writing, if you like... Forget it, I don't expect anyone to read this book at all! Also, please don't complain about the author's writing, the author's writing is really poor.