Everyone Was Obsessed With Me After I Became the Youngest Princess Favourite - Chapter 295

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Lia sensed something peculiar stirring within her.
As consciousness bloomed, the radiant light of sacred power—woven by Diana and Raezl—enveloped my entire body in a luminous sphere.
This force was far more potent than what I had felt when Raezl alone had purified me.
‘Yet why does it not hurt at all?’
Despite steeling myself for pain, not a whisper of suffering touched me.
‘Could the sacred ritual be malfunctioning?’
Or perhaps, as Diana had suggested, my affinity for mana was so overwhelming that locating the memories etched into my soul simply required time?
Blinking vacantly with a dazed expression, I prompted Diana to ask with visible concern.
“Sister, are you alright?”
“Yes.”
“No nausea? No dizziness?”
“None whatsoever.”
“That’s… strange.”
Though Lia harbored no desire for me to suffer, the absence of pain that should have been present felt decidedly wrong.
‘I promised so confidently that I would help….’
What if I became someone incapable of fulfilling even a single request?
Diana’s heart raced with anxiety—she had so wanted to show Lia the magnificent form of a true Saint.
Then it happened.
“Saint! Look at that!”
Raezl, deep in concentration, cried out in startled wonder.
Following his gesture, Diana’s expression grew equally blank.
So subtle it had nearly escaped notice, but the sacred power was seeping slowly into Lia’s heart.
“What is this….”
Mana and sacred power coexisting.
It was something neither the present age nor even the ancients could have believed possible.
Lia too belatedly perceived the transformation occurring within her body, her eyes widening in astonishment.
Each time Raezl had purified me with sacred power, I had felt a gentle, warm force sweep through my entire being, including my heart—a sensation of profound comfort.
Yet it had never accumulated; it always dissipated as swiftly as it came….
“Saint. I confess, even as I believe I understand the will of God, I find myself bewildered.”
Raezl, having witnessed what seemed a miracle, spoke with an expression difficult to articulate.
“Though I know I should not think such things, I wondered if God might harbor displeasure toward Lia. Yet seeing this now….”
Diana, completing the thought for Raezl who could not find the words, offered a bittersweet smile.
“How could He not cherish her?”
She meant it with absolute sincerity. Though Diana had entrusted the role of judge to herself, she could be certain of one truth: God loved Lia.
Because she was as tender as the divine compassion itself.
Because one could trust she would never misuse her strength.
God must have loved Lia enough to strip away every power He had granted to the Demon.
One need only witness how, after Spleshia’s death, God bestowed sacred power upon those who mourned her to understand His love.
“Ah.”
In that moment, Lia’s body trembled as an unfamiliar sensation washed over her.
“Sister, now that holy power has taken root within you, you’ll recover your memories without pain.”
Along with those reassuring words spoken in a gentle voice, Lia slowly closed her eyes.
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Having already experienced death once before.
Having undergone repeated purification until my body could accept holy power.
Perhaps because everything was the will of God.
Though I couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason, I felt myself drifting into an unusually peaceful sleep.
And when I opened my eyes, my blurred vision sharpened, and memories came flooding in like a broken dam releasing its waters.
The Demon opened the gates of the Demon Realm and led Demon Beasts up into the Human World.
The once-peaceful Human World became a blood-soaked battlefield in an instant.
People who had smiled at me suddenly revealed their malice, and gentle hands flashed with the gleam of blades.
It was an era where compassion, consideration, and tenderness were luxuries.
Yet even in such a world, the “me” in my memories still held love within my heart.
Though I lost my entire family at a young age, I never forgot how desperately they tried to keep me alive until the very end.
Even as I watched lands consumed by raging flames, I never abandoned the hope that verdant life would bloom again someday.
Fortunately, I possessed a talent for medicine and knew the properties of countless medicinal herbs.
Because of this, I could slowly move toward places untouched by the Demon and Demon Beasts’ influence, helping those who were starving and suffering.
In the process, children younger than me and adults who had lost their will to live began strangely clinging to me and following.
‘But where is Lucio?’
Even as memories rushed past and I processed the emotions I had felt then, I didn’t forget my true purpose.
He was not among those who followed me.
I immediately recognized Diana, the magnificent woman who wielded the holy bow, so I never thought I would fail to recognize Lucio.
Suppressing my impatience and trembling heart, I told myself we would meet eventually and continued following the flow of memories.
After trudging endlessly through exhausting times, I finally arrived at the Snowy Region.
It was a place far more difficult to find food or medicinal herbs than anywhere else.
Though worry weighed on me, at least I would be safe from Demon Beasts for a while.
No matter how much I researched or tried every herb I knew, the Demon Beasts’ poison was unlike any other toxin—it could not be cured.
Even I, who always said “we must survive,” couldn’t easily speak those words to someone poisoned by a Demon Beast’s venom.
Regardless of the physical changes, whenever I watched someone suffer through sleepless nights, coughing blood, tormented by itching, fever, and excruciating pain, my heart ached so deeply that I sometimes thought death might be a mercy.
And then.
“…!”
While venturing deep into the Forest to gather medicinal herbs, I accidentally discovered a collapsed Noble Boy.
The moment I saw a boy in tattered robes lying beneath a tree where beautiful snow flowers bloomed in that pristine white world, my heart sank.
Though he bore minor wounds, fortunately there were no signs of serious injury, and he appeared to have simply collapsed from hunger and exhaustion.
After examining his physical condition first, I checked his face and was startled.
The boy’s face, hidden behind curtain-like long bangs, was more than half darkened and twisted, making it nearly impossible to discern his features properly.
A sight grotesque enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.
But my shock stemmed from an entirely different reason.
The boy’s condition was the classic symptom of Demon Beast poison poisoning.
And in that same moment, I could be certain.
‘Lucio!’
Joy at finally reuniting mingled with worry over his condition.
Moreover.
‘What, what is this? Why is he smaller than me?’
I could sense it instinctively.
Lucio had lived fewer years than I had as Spleshia.
‘By his build, perhaps two years younger?’
The gap might be even greater.
I had never imagined Lucio being younger than me, and it left me utterly bewildered.
Yet even amid this confusion, my memories accumulated steadily.
Whether I possessed surprising strength, or Lucio was simply lighter than expected.
I supported the unconscious boy and made my way to the Cave, a refuge of relative comfort.
Since I frequently brought injured souls here, those dwelling with me showed little surprise at first.
But when they learned the boy had been poisoned by a Demon Beast, their expressions hardened.
Hundreds of graves marked our journey to this place.
I had thought we were finally free from the Demon Beast’s toxin, yet now I would suffer anew watching him writhe in agony each night.
Though I could not be certain if Demon Beasts still lurked here, the people’s fear and despair ran so deep that they channeled their anxiety into resentment toward the boy.
And the boy, perceptive as ever, sensed this rejection the moment his eyes opened.
〈What, you all! Don’t look at me. Get away!〉
Even amid his contorted features, those crystalline blue eyes shone with such clarity that I foolishly held my breath.
Unaware of my reaction, the boy hurriedly covered his face with his arms and cried out.
My heart ached at the sight, yet I paid it no mind and approached him.
〈I’m sorry for bringing you here without permission. But I only meant to help.〉
〈Who asked for your help? I don’t need it, so move aside.〉
〈Then at least try eating this.〉
〈I don’t want to!〉
〈You don’t want to eat here? Then take it with you and eat it elsewhere!〉
His resistance sometimes filled me with awkwardness and embarrassment.
Yet I found myself utterly unable to abandon the boy.
Those eyes that seemed to understand better than anyone how his appearance repelled others.
Sharp words that betrayed his intent to reject himself before others could reject him.
His true nature was somehow transparent to me.
‘Like a wounded kitten hissing in self-defense.’
So despite knowing the others disapproved, I set aside provisions and medicinal herbs I had gathered, seeking the boy out.
〈I don’t need any of this, so get lost!〉
…Though his response was always cold and harsh.

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