When Remilia was young, she didn't have the st name called Scarlet. Her earliest memory was the overwhelming thirst for blood. Her hands were stained crimson, a cold corpse y beh her, lifeless and pale. A man's voice echoed above her, rid approving. "You did well," he said, his haing on her head, stroking her hair like she was some kind of obedie.

  His words were honeyed poiso it," he urged, his toh gentle and anding. "e its blood, and you'll gain the power to trol fate itself. With this power, you kill ah a mere thought. You'll be able to and powerful servants who will obey your every wish... as long as you devour it."

  Remilia looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope. "If... if I eat it, I bee one of your family?" Her voice was small, trembling, filled with the innoce of a child who longed for acceptance.

  The man ughed, his voice eg in the darkness. "Yes... you ."

  After that, she gained her power. It was extraordinary, a gift that made her feel invincible. She was taken to a grand mansion where every vampire treated her like royalty, bowing and praising her as if she were a princess. Yet, despite her status, she never received his family name.

  Years passed. A year, ten years, a hundred... and she began to realize the truth. Her power was not as absolute as she was led to believe. She couldn't kill immortals with her fate manipution, and the powerful servants she desired only plotted against her, wishing her death. She was surrounded by betrayal, her so-called servants ready to turn ohe moment they found an opening.

  Then one day, she entered someone who ged everything—a little girl who looked like the same age as her. Remilia felt an icy shiver run down her spihe first time she id eyes on the child. There was something about her presence, an aura that threatened Remilia's very existe was as if she was staring at a something terrifying, more powerful than her.

  Her father, the man who had given her everythi kept her at arm's length, appeared before her for the first time in what felt like ay. His expression was cold, indifferent, as he presehe little girl. "This will be your little sister. From now on, take good care of her and protect her like your sister."

  Before Remilia could respond, he turned and walked away, his back disappearing into the shadows. He didn't even wait for her answer, didn't care how she felt. He left her there, standing face to face with the emotionless girl who stared at her with hollow, unblinking eyes.

  Remilia didn't know what to do. She turned her ba the child and ahe servants to take care of her. The little girl didn't say a word. She simply watched Remilia's back, her gaze never wavering, her silence heavy and cold.