Joan lay in bed, panting from the magic test.

She was once one of the greatest and most powerful warriors and mages in the world, and only the elect could compete with her. Right now? She could only barely cast those faint spells, and her enhanced magic could only use the lowest level of magic, otherwise it would threaten her body.

Then again, her sword snapped with a swing. Maybe that's what she's like now. She has accepted the risk. She knew she was going to get weaker. So why did this make her so sad?

Then she sighed softly and stared at the roof. "Because now I know better," she whispered to herself. Upon returning to the academy, she received a lot of accolades and was told how talented and amazing she was. Even if she wasn't a full-fledged mage, being able to learn so much magic so easily was already remarkable, better than some full-fledged mages who had graduated. Her skill and knife skills made her the object of adoration for what should have been her seniors' students. Even her archery is considered a masterpiece. There are even rumors that she is not a human at all, but is actually an elf who has been cultivating for decades.

She thumped the bed, thump. "Stupid!" She yelled at herself, cursing about her past life. If she spends more time developing weaker abilities, she ......

She sighed. Well, no matter how much she complains, she can't be that person or gain that power anymore. No living thing can. She has to accept who she is and move on with her life.

She raised a hand to her chest and whimpered softly. How many times has she died in her life? How many more times will she have to die to get the right result? What if all this was impossible from the beginning? What if things can't be corrected no matter how hard she tries?

She was stunned, someone came. She looked around for a weapon, then shook her head. She is a guest and no one will hurt her. After a while, the door to the servant's tunnel opened silently, and a servant appeared with a tray. Her gaze locked on his, and he froze.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"You don't." I'm awake," she said, looking at the tray. It was topped with a bowl of red soup and a cup filled with a lilac drink. There is also a small meatloaf.

"I see," he said, placing the tray on the table. "Your Highness, I hope you will eat the pie when you feel better, and don't force yourself." He bowed politely, then turned to leave.

"Wait," she said. "Whose room is this?"

"Yours, ma'am," he said firmly.

This is not a guest room, nor is it an infirmary. So where am I now? ”

"This room is usually the room of the Queen's personal attendants."

Joan's eyes widened. "What? Why did she put me here? ”

The man looked a little uncomfortable at the moment, and his eyes looked away from her. "I can't guess, ma'am."

"You can't guess, or don't you say?" She asked, her own eyes narrowing at him.

"I'm just a servant. I am under no obligation to question His Highness's motives. ”

Joan sighed softly in exasperation. The servant was tight-lipped.

"Okay. Whose clothes is this? ”

The man cowered in her way told her that she had hit her target. "Miss, I should-"

"Who are these people?" She grabbed her knees with both hands and asked again. However, the man did not answer. She had to take a gamble. "I'll ask the queen if I have to."

He took a sharp breath. "Please don't do that, my lady."

"Who's that?"

"The late Princess Raya's."

But she doesn't remember Princess Raya, she needs information. "I have never heard of her, nor of any of the Queen's princesses. Who is she? ”

The man sighed again, his face full of frustration. "I'm not surprised. She died years ago when Bat Valley was destroyed. ”

"Destruction? It...... Oooh," she whispered. "I'm sorry. You're good to go. ”

He nodded softly, then turned to leave, the door closing silently behind him.

Joan lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Bat Valley was a surprise for most of them. For most of her memory, this happened shortly after the reflection troll appeared. Once the valley bordered the edge of the Demon Lands, but as the kingdom expanded its territory further, the threat to the area was considered to be no longer there. Or, at least, the demons have become weaker and can no longer restrain them. Unfortunately, servants of the gods of hell have infiltrated the area, almost destroying it. Of course, she managed to stop them. But the losses are incredible.

But that's her, hero. Now she tries to recall the memories of this life, the bits and pieces she has heard. The valley has fallen, and the territory has been taken over by demons. Even so, she felt like she was trying to pull the fragments of her memories from the ocean of her past life.

The valley leaves a lot of unpleasant memories. She had been young all her life and was unaware of the danger she faced.

She didn't realize at the time that there were royals in the valley, let alone the queen's daughter. Then she looked down at her clothes. They are a bit worn and faded, but they are not in bad condition. They must be well preserved.

Shortly after the events of Bat Watch Valley, she meets the queen face to face, as this valley brought Hardwin into her life and also brought the hero's appearance to everyone's attention.

For most of her life, her mind was more focused on meeting the "beautiful and kind Queen". She groaned again, grabbing a pillow and pressing it against her face. She has publicly flirted with the Queen on several occasions. Was she really stupid enough to flirt with a woman who had just lost her child? Why didn't anyone warn her?

She's such an idiot.

She grabbed the tray and put it on her lap.

The soup is tomato flavored, very thick and not solid. She chuckled, picked up the bowl, brought it to her lips, and took a slow sip. Gollum swallow, authentic good. It reminds me of the fond memories of Ninya being troubled by the Dark Knight after she was impaled in the abdomen. Apparently the wound was fatal, and if it weren't for Neah's healing magic and her own augmentation, Culon would have been better able to handle such a wound. The wound brought only a few days of nausea. All she was given was soup and wine.

How did she ruin everything? How could she save everyone like this? She's too weak now. She feels like a newborn baby, struggling to fight monsters. Reflection trolls are something she should be able to destroy easily, and if she can't even defeat this thing, how can she be a hero who saves everyone?

Tears ran down her cheeks and mixed with the soup. She slowly lowered it, leaving it half empty. "What am I going to do?" She whispered.

"Idiot," she whispered to herself, then lay back on the bed and pounded the mattress with her fists. Ding-dong Ding-dong, when the tray jumps. She screamed as she spilled some of the drinks in her cup, but luckily didn't tip over. "You're an idiot. You may still be an idiot. Why did you want me to be a farmer? There's an orphan up there? She asked herself. Do you know what kind of hardships I have experienced in the past 12 years? Don't you think that wasting so many years of life is enough to help me? Do you have to make me live this horrible life too? ”

Her life is only now beginning to return to normal. She was fed every night, and people began to respect her. She was seen as a talented, useful person. The talent is so powerful that it is impossible to ignore.

Of course, she was still a child, and many people only saw this. But some see more. She hopes to become a commander one day. Now that the whole world was on her shoulders, she felt like she was about to be crushed.

"Third sister, are you looking at this now?" She asked. "Isn't that funny? Another piece in your game? She sat up slowly, picked up the tray, and put it back on the counter. Does it feel good to watch the big hero who thinks he is invincible cry like a child? Become helpless and weak? She picked up the small patty and took a bite.

It was still lukewarm, stuffed with soft flesh that was so soft that it almost melted in her mouth. This may be the best time of her life so far. But not her life. Still, it's helpful.

"I want my friend," she whispered. "All six...... No. Seven of them. I hope they're here. I want to tell them everything. I want them to believe me. I don't want them to fight, argue, or hate me. I just want things to work out. ”

She thinks she found the weapon first. Hadwin drew his sword. This means that the weapon must have been found. Maybe the queen stored them somewhere. Probably hid them, as she did. She had to find a way to get information from them.

Joan filled her stomach and lay down again.