Fide had never considered herself self-sacrificing.
After all, the word "sacrifice" felt rather heavy to her.
As though she had to give herself up to make someone else happy.
But why should she make someone else happy?
She only wanted to make herself happy.
She wanted a better life, the life she had always dreamed of during her wandering days—
She would live in some quiet little town, perhaps among the fields, perhaps beside the sea.
There would not be many people in town, perhaps fewer than a hundred, but ideally its residents would come from a wide variety of races. Even tieflings would be welcome.
That way, there would be no racial discrimination. Half-orcs would not be beaten and cursed at, then driven beyond the Great Wall to serve as bait and cannon fodder. That was important.
She hoped her neighbors would be a family of halflings. Those folks were always warm and hospitable, cooking [Mixed cheese fondue · Mozzarella version] in the evenings and inviting her to dinner—she had only tasted it once, at a dinner in the Greenbottle family's [Friendly Home].
Occasionally, a dwarf would come looking for her, raising a mug of underflow black beer to challenge her to a drinking contest. Once she sobered up the next day, she might have to hurry out to harvest the wheat.
Well, it could not be black rye. She did not like that bitter taste at all.
Fide longed for that life.
But longing perhaps also meant regretting the life she had now.
She regretted that she had yet to achieve that life—
Becoming an adventurer, getting lost in the forest, and falling prey to a hag.
Eventually starting a new family with a "beast" the hag had raised.
Only to end up confined in this prison woven