The Rise, The last Queen

It's raining tonight. Hana wouldn't say she likes the last days of autumn because her sleeping place is often wet. She is the second daughter of the D.Bean family and has a brother named Eric. Her father was the most powerful Alpha in the area. And her mother was an elegant, gentle Omega. Her brother Eric inherited her father's bloodline; he was a strong Alpha. 

In the D.Bean house, the power signifies status. Her remuneration regime was not even comparable to Rosen, her brother's servant, where she was far from the central building.  Parents didn't like her, probably because Hana didn't have much value to them. Especially her mother, since she was born, Hana has only seen her once. So far, Hana doesn't even know if she remembers her or not. Hana has blond hair and hasn't washed it for a long time, so it's no different now than the hay. The eyes are chestnut; the body shape is relatively high. She is an Omega without magic and people often call her useless. 

Her father was a wealthy businessman in the area. Today's world is not just about power; magic is recognized as an essential part. Wolves with status magic become nobler than ever. Her father could turn rocks into the water. It brought him to the second-highest position in the region. Second only to Mr. Cusica, the lord district of the area.

Sometimes she gets to see her father, which is when he comes by to see if Hana is alive or dead and leaving. But Hana sees her brother every day. He often used her as a beer during hunting, or he would use her as bait to lure the pigs into the forest. After each torture, Eric would give her some wild fruit to prolong her life. Her only benefit is to make play equipment for Eric. 

There were many times when she wanted to run away into the forest but was caught by Eric again. At such times, her father frowned at her with displeasure. Hana could read in his eyes the impatience. (Why is that so? I'm his daughter, too. Why was Eric alone living in joy, and she was trampled like a rat?) Hana thought to herself.  Hana fought back no less than ten times, but she was beaten more brutally than last time.

Hana realized in the world that power and magic were put first. If she had no value, it would be nothing more than junk. They said she should get down on one knee and thank them for letting her life.

"Pull it out here."

Hana could hear Eric voice. Her body instinctively trembles constantly. Hana removed the cloth under the wall. The sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer. Hana had to run away quickly before Eric caught her. Hana had just successfully crawled through the hole below when his face was right in front of her in the old way. His narrow eyes were full of danger, and Eric hated that Hana ran away the most. His hands clung to her neck, and he lifted her body high with delight. 

"I said to be obedient," Eric whispered in her ear.

Her body trembled violently; she could no longer control her own feared body. Eric hung Hana on top of the tree behind the house. Then to try the firmness of the rope, he swung on Hana so hard that she could feel the skin of her hands peeling off in large pieces. The smell of fresh blood mixed with the aroma of grass made Eric more excited. He saw Hana as a swing, his hands clutching her legs and turning around. So much so that Hana doesn't even distinguish between directions. It wasn't until Eric got bored that he let go; Hana's body turned backward for more than ten laps before standing still. 

Eric used magic to turn into a knife that cut off the rope; her legs landed and fell. Eric seemed unhappy, and he slowly said, "Hey, Huska. Do you have any other ideas? I'm bored with this game."

Huska is the son of Bronie, Eric's powerful henchman. Huska inherited his mother's appearance, but his mind was not good. To put it bluntly, he's an idiot with a muscular body.

"Do you want to try its aroma?" Huska said.

Eric looked at Hana with disdain, "It's too dirty, bad, and weak. Huska, my friend's bedding standards aren't that bad,"

Huska laughed brightly, "So can you give it to me? I don't decry anyone,"

Crako kicked her flat chest and stomped on it, and he disdainfully said, “You watch the stick to its bones. It's not interesting to do that,"

"I don't complain about it," Huska replied.

Eric patted Huska on the chest and said, "It's just a waste. How many beautiful girls do you need? I'll donate to you,"

"What are you doing here?" 

Hana can hear this in her father's voice. In a moment of joy, she had a chance to be saved. He came from behind, frowning at Hana with a strange look. 

"Who's this?" he asked.

"A useless man," Eric replied.

From his expression, Hana was utterly disappointed. Knowing she was his daughter but still cold to let his son torture her. It can't be like that; she is his daughter. Using her best, even though her legs were still numb, Hana staggered to approach him, but Eric threw her into the tree. The taste of fresh blood becomes bitter in the mouth. 

"I am Hana." Hana screamed.

Just a little, he raised his eyebrows and then returned to the cold form he had before. Mr.D.Bean turned around and walked away, her begging not talking out because Eric was blocked, he stuffed a large handful of earth in her mouth, and her hands were turned around by someone and tied to the back of the tree. Two legs are connected to two large rocks. Hana has tortured again, which reminded her of the medieval prisoner image. 

For Hana, this is a hundred times worse. The moon went up, illuminating the tall trees in the forest, and also shone on my pathetic appearance. She looked up at the goddess of the moon overhead, who was still so beautiful and distant. Hana doesn't know when she will look at her. Hana lifted her dilapidated body step by step towards her decaying house. Sadly, they gave her a drop of Sluse blood before Hana could die. The miracle she wished for was in the hands of her enemies. Hana never hated everything as she does now.