Luna swallowed her own saliva, which was now Alessia. She remembers everything the goddess said and advised her. She is now named Alessia Keren Endymion.
She is now the renegade Princess, and her family is killing her for her influence on the low-class Luminarians. A noble and loyal princess. She is loyal to her people, not to the nobility. 'D*mn. All types of traitors fear Princess Alessia's potential to increase their power.' Luna whispered to herself. Luna already knows all of Alessia's memories. Luna needs to forget being Luna and live as Alessia. The owner of this body has finally rested, and she will initiate and conclude the actions that the entire Luminary wishes for the people. "I apologize, Luna Janus Jayson, but I have to forget you in order to live and have a chance to become a worthy person," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. "I've had the chance to live again in someone else's person, so I have to fulfill whatever purpose and prophecy Goddess Nova asks of me," she added. Luna caressed the glass that was now Alessia. She will remove Luna's persona from this body and live as Alessia. Alessia and Luna have a lot in common, but this body still has a chance to be worthy. The goddess appointed Luna because she knew she belonged to this world and not to the previous world. "Sorry Luna, I have to leave you because I'm Alessia now." The young woman said to herself. She needed to demonstrate that she was capable, just as Alessia was. The young woman was experiencing sentimental feelings when someone knocked on the room in which she was staying. She swallowed and prepared herself for who would confront her. "Remember, you are Alessia, not Luna." Alessia is self-confident and elegant. Let go of your Luna persona, as you have a mission to accomplish. The girl repeated to herself. She sighed a few more times, then went back to bed and braced herself before speaking. "Come in!" She has authority over anyone who knocks. The door opened, and three people entered. One is a helper. One man has a blue and silver knight shield, while the other is surrounded by an aura that the girl would never imagine she would see. The man exudes the elegance of an authoritative and powerful person; she bears a slight resemblance to him, yet her face is devoid of emotion. "It's good you are awake, Alessia." The man spoke coldly to her. She just nodded. Alessia tried to recall who this person was in her memories. The man in front of her noticed her anxiety and surprise. The man laughed softly and raised an eyebrow at her. "It seems that you didn't remember your uncle? Is it just like how your father planted bad words on me?" He said it mockingly. Alessia softened as there was anger in his voice. Alessia now laughed out loud. She remembered who the person was in front of her. This is the person her father had always cautioned her not to trust, but it seems that what he is saying is a true reflection of his character. "Which father, Uncle? The father who stabbed her own inexperienced daughter in the back? The one he sent to war and died in his knight's hands?" She replied bitterly to her uncle. The man was moved by Alessia's words, as if he didn't believe what he was saying. "You probably saw my situation when you saved me, didn't you? I was supposed to die because my father—no, they all wanted me to die because of my raising influence on Endymion's citizens!" She revealed. Her face had no emotion. Alessia met the uncle's gaze directly. This is the youngest brother of Alessia's mother. The Endymion empire accused the youngest brother of Alessia's mother of being a traitor and rebel, citing her uncle's desire to assassinate the Emperor and seize its power, despite the Duke's genuine concern for the welfare of the Endymion people. The Duke was exiled to the far south in Endymion as per the Empress's request. The Duke has established a small kingdom here, and no one can enter it except for people who want to seek his help. "Well, your father can't really be trusted, especially your older brothers." The Duke spat. 'Priam is such a douche. I felt regret for the way I treated my sister in front of him. That power-hungry Emperor would not be satisfied until he held Luminary in his hand. He is obsessed with torturing his own people. He has no right to be Emperor! I'll help my niece with everything I have!' The Duke pondered. His family, like Alessia, had framed him. They removed him as the Archduke of Endymion. He then pleaded that he had done nothing wrong and was innocent, but no one believed him because while he was being tried, the Emperor's word was the law of Endymion. The Duke believed what the young woman said because he himself had experienced such mistreatment of the Emperor. Duke Andro Carrios is a serious and cold person. He didn't trust anyone because of what he had experienced with the noble people of Endymion, but he wasn't narrow-minded, especially with Alessia. "Thank you so much for saving me, Uncle." Alessia expressed her gratitude to Duke Carrios. Alessia and her uncle were close before, but when he was expelled from the capitol of Endymion, she lost contact with him. "You have nothing to be thankful for, Alessia. I'm your only uncle, so I will help you, especially now that we're both in the same situation," Duke Carrios said, sighing. He signalled the maid to leave and prepare food for Alessia. "What is your current plan? I won't be able to protect you here in the South forever." Duke Carrios stated. Alessia's jaw dropped and her fists clenched. Even if Luna is said to be inside Alessia's body, all of its feelings and emotions remain the same. She is now Alessia, and Luna is no longer in her body. She prefers her previous identity to be forgotten and will not return. When her uncle asked that question, Alessia considered the situation. She had no choice but to stay here for a while and heal. She also needed to be trained to protect herself. She still lacks skill in wielding a sword. All genders here in Luminary are equal; no one discriminates against their gender. Luna used to have martial arts skills, which she could use. Alessia needed to gain power. She needed to spread her influence to other countries. Start by learning about the Luminous and Luminary histories, which Alessia lacks. She looked at the uncle. Even though he is tough, he still has a soft heart for her, knowing very well that her request will not be rejected. "You were the one who taught me to fight with a sword, but no one taught me to use the luminous weapon that my whole family used to fear, Uncle." She told her uncle. The Duke nodded. "My plan is to train hard from the bottom up until I am not really the best at using the sword and Luminous. I am asking for your help, Uncle. You are the only one I can count on besides myself," she added. The two men looked at each other and nodded. It appears that they anticipated what Alessia would say after they saved her. "Alessia, this is Troil Testmi, the Head Knight of the Carrios Dukedom. I know you've met him." Duke Andro Carrios provided an explanation to his niece. Alessia's eyes widened. She knows it. Who doesn't recognize the legendary Knight of Endymion? He is the greatest when it comes to swords and wars. Even though he lacks luminous power, Troil can defeat it with his sword. "He is the legendary knight." The excitement was in Alessia's tone. The owner of this body held this in high regard. Alessia looked up to Troil. "He will teach you, but if the conversation is luminous, no one can teach you about it. My suggestion is to go to the Empire of Pollux; they understand the concept of luminous better there." Her uncle spoke seriously. The knight even bowed in respect to her. Pollux is the quiet and fearless kingdom; she is uncertain if she will be accepted there. Pollux is also the epitome of luminous. The Polluxians resented the Endymions for their greed for power. Alessia sighed; she had no choice because she was now a princess without a kingdom. Her own blood relatives removed the princess from her position. "I have no choice, Uncle. What is beneficial for me is what I will do. All I want is that when the right opportunity comes, I can get rid of all those with the power that killed me and bring the whole Luminary out of its sheltering future. Even if it's impossible, I'll do it no matter what." She firmly promised his uncle. Alessia saw her uncle's secret smile. She wanted to be an exemplary and upright princess. She knew he was proud of her, even though she didn't recognize the Duke's emotions. The Duke nodded. He approached her and tapped her on the shoulder. This is the Duke's sign of acceptance of his niece's goal. "That is exactly what I hoped for Luminary."Alessia sighed deeply as her uncle and the Chief Knight of this Dukedom left. Beads of sweat came out of her body while they were talking. She was thankful because she didn't notice that someone else was holding the mind of this body, even though she said she was still Alessia."D*mn, Goddess Nova! What did I get myself into? She questioned herself as she adjusted her seat. She sighed several times. Now that she was inside the room, he understood more and more that what the goddess was asking her to do was really complicated, but she had no choice because she was already here.Back then, Luna was a blackbelter and a champion in inter-schools and competitions. Luna is also a champion when it comes to science and mathematics. Even though it was difficult then, she was blessed with an intelligent mind that was the envy of her shameless classmates."I'm just thankful to the Goddess that she didn't remove my knowledge; otherwise, I don't know how to survive in this world," she said, sighi
"Is this... really my uncle's castle?" Alessia mumbled under her breath, her eyes wide with awe as she moved down the enormous hall. The stone walls rose high above her, with towering arches flowing gently overhead. The walls were covered with intricate carvings of legendary creatures and luminary symbols, all lighted by the warm glow of candles flickering in their sconces. Sunlight filtered through stained-glass windows, creating beautiful patterns on the floor. It felt lively, full of light and warmth, in contrast to the Endymion palace's chilly, depressing atmosphere. Joya, her uncle's appointed maid, followed her carefully, directing her toward the library. The calm echo of their footsteps echoed through the hall, providing a soothing counterpoint to Alessia's rapid thoughts. "This castle is beautiful," Alessia whispered almost to herself, her gaze drawn to the intricate features of the marble columns and gorgeous tapestries that adorned the walls. "It feels alive, like it has
"I can't enter, My Lady. Only those with Carrios blood are allowed inside." Joya's voice carried an apologetic tone, her eyes downcast. Alessia, still red-eyed from crying over Joya's painful story, stood before the massive wooden doors of the Carrios family library, her heart racing. She had been eager to explore the wealth of knowledge inside, especially after hearing whispers of the library's treasures. Her past life as Luna had been filled with books—her only escape from the world's cruelty. In this life, Alessia craved that same solace. But her curiosity was tempered by awe as the doors creaked open, revealing a sight that made her breath catch in her throat. "Well, Joya," Alessia muttered under her breath, a teasing smile on her lips. "I think I'd kill to own a library like this." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she stepped inside, wide-eyed with wonder. Shelves stretched from the polished marble floor to the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of leather-bound boo
"Uncle, are you sure I'm ready for this?" Alessia asked, gazing into the great halls of the castle as they made their way to the training area. Duke Andro Carrios walked behind her, his posture firm and his emerald eyes brimming with calm assurance. "You're all good. Your strength is already enough. Did the healer tell you so? And, Alessia, strength comes from more than just physical training," he said, his voice stern but gentle. "It's about developing willpower, dependability, and understanding when to stand firm. You're capable of it all. And you have my complete support." Alessia sent a quick glance at her uncle, the only member of her family who had ever shown her genuine concern. "I don't want to disappoint you." "You won't," he murmured, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Alessia, I believe in your goodness and your kindness. This world, Luminary, needs someone to rectify the wrongs. I know you can." Her heart was thrilled yet felt heavy. His comments held a weight she
"Fine. If no one wants to help me, I'll help myself," Alessia muttered under her breath as she walked down a narrow path behind her uncle's castle. The crisp air bit at her skin, but the cold was nothing compared to the icy stares she'd been receiving for days. The knights, the instructors assigned by her uncle—they all refused to look her in the eye. Their hostility was palpable, thickening the atmosphere like a storm waiting to break. She clutched the books she had taken from the library tightly in her arms, her heart heavy with disappointment, but she refused to let it break her spirit. Finding a small, secluded clearing beyond the castle's walls, Alessia exhaled deeply. The spot was quiet, peaceful. A place where no one would disturb her. Here, she could try to understand herself better. Try to become strong without needing anyone else. Sitting down on the cool grass, she placed the books in front of her and let her fingers trace the worn covers. "You're not like them," she w
"How could you be so reckless, Alessia?!" The sharp voice of her uncle snapped Alessia out of a hazy dream, pulling her from the darkness. She blinked her eyes open slowly, her body heavy with exhaustion. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar, the lavish drapery indicating that she was in one of the castle's private rooms. The pain in her body brought back memories of the explosion of her luminous light. "Uncle?" Alessia's voice was weak, but it was enough to silence the furious words coming from across the room. Duke Andro Carrios, standing near the door, immediately strode towards her, his face still a mask of frustration. "You're awake," he said, relief flickering in his emerald eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger. "How could you? Summoning your luminous without any guidance? Without anyone there to ensure your safety?" Alessia winced, both from the pain and the weight of his words. She hadn't realized how dangerous her actions had been. "I... I didn't know," she whi
"Are you sure you're prepared for this, Lady Alessia?" Troil Testmi's voice was stern, but there was a trace of anxiety as he looked at her armor. "The Vasselgrove Ruins aren't a place for the unprepared." Alessia looked up from the delicate silver etching she was running her fingers over in her armor. She smiled reassuringly, but her fingers quivered slightly. "Sir Troil, I wouldn't have arrived if I wasn't prepared. My armor might not seem impressive to some, but..." She paused, not wanting to appear cocky. "I crafted it myself. It's stronger than it appears." As they reached the ruins, Alessia could hear low giggles from a few of the knights moving beside them. Raizel, one of the most doubtful, snickered as he examined her small armor, his tone condescending. Raizel remarked, "It appears she's donning paper armor. She's certain to face death before she even makes it to the entrance." Alessia maintained her poise and ignored Raizel's jabs. She was not here to prove herself t
"Left," Alessia softly sighed, gently rubbing her temple as if it were the hundredth time. "I believe it would be best for us to choose the path on the left, Raizel. There appears to be a discrepancy with the path on the right." Raizel crossed her arms without bothering to glance her way. "Lady Alessia, the decision is not yours to make, whether it be right or left. I will consult the others," he mentioned casually, shifting his attention to the knights, seemingly unaffected by her words. Alessia discreetly tightened her jaw, suppressing a sigh while the skeptical knights looked her way. The flickering torchlight danced upon the damp walls of the ancient hallway, casting shadows that spread over the cracked stone. Troil observed from a short distance, his expression inscrutable. She wanted to speak with him, but he was busy organizing his own team, intent on finding a safe route ahead. As Raizel delved into discussions with his comrades, Troil made his way towards them, his eyes n
"You went out again last night, didn't you?" Duke Andro spoke sharply, his piercing eyes fixated on Alessia from across the breakfast table. Alessia bit her lip, preparing for the storm. She carefully put down her fork, her appetite fading beneath the weight of her uncle's judgment. "And not just that," he added, his tone becoming increasingly irritated. "You've brought someone back. I don't know this person. Alessia, what were you thinking?" "I wasn't being reckless," Alessia explained, her voice calm but forceful. "Aera is not just anyone. She is someone I trust. I've known someone since I was ten years old." Duke Andro narrowed his eyes. "Ten years old? You expect me to believe that your connection with her is strong enough to prevent her from betraying you? Will she not seize the chance to approach the Emperor right away?" Alessia tightened her fists beneath the table. "Aera is not like that. She served the Goddess Nova herself! If anyone can be trusted, it is her." Lean
"I never thought I'd see you alive again, your highness," Aera stated, her voice shaking with devotion. Her fragile hands caressed Alessia's face, their touch warm yet unsteady. "Goddess Nova truly watches over you." Alessia felt a sense of shame as she peered into the old woman's teary eyes. Aera had always been a constant in her life, a modest source of consolation throughout her darkest moments. "I owe you more than you'll ever know, Aera," Alessia whispered gently, her voice full of sorrow. "I should've come back sooner." She told. "No," Aera replied, shaking her head. "You did what you had to. You survived. That's all I prayed for." Alessia took a hesitant breath, remembering how many times she had sought safety in this simple cottage. The first time she stumbled into Aera's arms was when she was just ten years old, bruised and shattered from another of her father's disciplinary actions. "Aera," Alessia whispered, scarcely audible. "Aera, you have done so much for me, even
"Take quiet steps, Alessia. You've done this before," Alessia said to herself as she tightened the hood of her cloak to conceal her newly colored aqua-blue hair. The cool night air stroked past her face, but she paid no attention. Every breath she drew was heavy with anticipation. It was almost eleven o'clock, and the estate remained silent except for the occasional shuffle of the guards roaming the halls. Her motions were precise and deliberate, with each step gently resting on the marble floors. Her cloak billowed lightly as she moved through the dimly lighted corridors, her heart racing in her chest. She held the teleportation gadget hidden in the pocket of her cloak, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface for confidence. The goal was simple: depart unnoticed, use the device, and get to her destination before anyone realized she was gone. As she approached the rear gardens, her pace decreased. The memories of this location bore heavily on her. Her radiant light appe
"This is pointless!" Alessia yelled into the empty training ground, her words echoing off the stone walls. She clenched her teeth and clutched the hilt of her sword tightly, staring at the tiny glow of her bright magic dancing around her hand. No matter how hard she tried, it refused to accept her directions and remained in its weakest form. It was as if the light insulted her efforts, taunting her for its slow growth. She swung her sword in frustration, the blade slicing through the night air with a harsh hiss. Her movements were accurate and well-practiced, yet they lacked the strength she desired. "Why can't I get stronger?" She whispered, her voice breaking as she lowered her blade. Although the sweat streaming from her brow irritated her eyes, she barely noticed it. She'd been practicing relentlessly for weeks. She spent hours studying literature, listening to her teachers, and practicing drills, but nothing seemed to change. Her luminous stayed constant, no matter how hard
"What were you thinking, Alessia?" Andro's voice echoed throughout the room, and his fists slammed into the desk with enough power to rock the inkpot perched on its edge. Alessia stood in front of her uncle, arms crossed, with an enigmatic but defiant face. "I was thinking someone had to stop that monster," she stated calmly, despite her hammering pulse. Andro looked at her, his expression a mix of fury and exasperation. "You thought recklessly—that's what it is! Do you understand what you have done? Do you have any idea what would have happened if someone had recognized you?" Alessia's jaw tensed, but she maintained her stare. "Yes. I know exactly what the implications are. And if I had to do it over again, I would not hesitate." Her comments were like a spark that ignited dried tinder. Andro stood up from his chair and paced behind the desk, running his hand over his hair. "Unbelievable. It's just unbelievable. You're meant to be hidden, Alessia! Instead of drawing attention
"Stop it!" Alessia's voice sounded as harsh and furious as the crack of the whip she had seized by her hand in midair. The overweight aristocrat, Marquess Lucresio Prite, turned, his face contorted with rage and wrath. "How dare you disrupt my discipline? Do you know who I am, you arrogant wretch?" His voice roared throughout the marketplace, drowning out the whispers of the assembled audience. "I don't care who you are," Alessia said, her tone cold and her grasp tightening on the whip. She stood steady, her hood covering her face. The child on the ground shivered behind her, his bare back covered in bloody welts. Raizel mumbled beneath his breath as he stepped closer. "Lady, stop. This is not the time for this. You are attracting too much attention!" But Alessia was not listening. Her eyes, aflame with anger, remained fixed on the Marquess. "You do not have the right to harm him. No one does." The Marquess snarled, his jowls trembling as he motioned to his knights. "Arrest he
"Why are we here?" Raizel finally spoke up, but his tone was tense with doubt, and he looked quickly back and forth between Alessia and the tall trees in the Velmor Forest. There wasn't much light coming through the thick forest above, but the long shadows that danced around them were scary. Alessia didn't seem to be scared. She knelt down and removed an object from her bag, resembling a flattened sphere with intricate carvings that emitted a faint glow. Without responding to Raizel's question, she carefully placed the object on the mossy ground. "Lady Alessia, please answer." Raizel's voice was strong, but it was clear that he was getting tense. Sirena, the other knight, softly spoke up and put her hand on Raizel's arm. "Be quiet, Raizel." She looked back at Alessia with her golden eyes. "She must have a reason." Raizel clenched his teeth and didn't say anything else. As he watched Alessia work, he felt more and more uneasy. She stood up and rubbed her hands against her coat.
"Please, Uncle! I need to go out," Alessia begged, her voice strong but full of desperation. She stood in Andro's office with her hands clasped together, as if she were praying to a god. With its dark wood furniture and shelves full of old books, the room had a sad vibe that made the mood even darker. Andro's serious face had a soft glow from the golden light of dusk that came in through the thick curtains. As Andro looked at her, he raised an eyebrow and curled his fingers under his chin. "Alessia, where do you really think you're going?" Even though his voice was cold, it was clear that he was worried. "The Endymion Empire," Alessia said, putting her back straight. "I need to check out what's going on there. I need to find out what's been going on since they declared me dead. I'll be hiding, so no one will be able to tell who I am. I promise!" Andro's face got darker. He got up and walked around the desk to face her directly. His tall frame made him look big. "After what happen
Alessia said to herself, "I really hope there's an easier way out of this next time," as she stumbled out of the ruins. Every step hurt her body. Even though her legs felt like lead and her vision was a little foggy, the cool evening air felt great on her. The sun was low in the sky, and its fiery colors made the distance look gold and red. Alessia opened her eyes and looked ahead. A vast ocean, teeming with breaking waves, crashed against the cliffside. She whispered, "Beautiful." She limps to a nearby rock that looked like a temple section and falls. She didn't care that the hard surface didn't help her pain much. As she looked out at the sea, the sunset played in her tired eyes. A peculiar sensation in her chest halted her movement. The sword she had just bought, the Blade of Lumina, started to shimmer with light all of a sudden. Before she could do anything, the blade broke up into glowing bits that rushed into her body and sent a warm, soothing pulse through her veins. "Wh