It turned out that Father King had never loved Mother. He had merely used her womb to give birth to the heir of the kingdom.
It turned out that Father King had never intended for her to inherit the throne. His daughter was nothing more than a burden.
Since ancient times, anyone who became the King of Britain received the island's blessing and was granted mysterious power at a very young age.
The girl was no exception.
Her power even surpassed Uther's.
So when Uther forced Igraine to divorce her husband and marry him, the girl naturally assumed that Uther's goal was to obtain her—the daughter—and raise her as the next King of Britain.
It turned out that it had all been wishful thinking on the girl's part.
Father King had not even been willing to acknowledge her as the "True King." Instead, he had tried to create a nonhuman king!
The girl cried through the entire night.
She only regained consciousness in a daze when dawn arrived.
The girl hugged the doll in her arms, its fabric soaked with tears.
It was a cloth dog doll from a fairy tale the girl had read in her childhood.
An anthropomorphic dog who loved cooking and transformed into a knight to protect others at critical moments—it was her favorite character.
His name was "Shirou."
"You're so lucky... You don't have to worry about so many things. I wish I could be as carefree as you..."
The girl murmured as she smoothed Shirou's fur with her fingers.
She had spent the whole night clutching this little fellow and pouring out her troubles, yet he still wore that angular frown. Couldn't he smile for once?
But for some reason, looking at Shirou's face suddenly filled the girl's chest with strength.
No, it wasn't