Nine years later

An intimidating expression sat on the face of a fourteen year old while she stabbed the blade into the wall above a teen's head.

Couple of teens cornered a small child and bullied him. From the child's outfit, Seraphine could guess he was a begger. It wasn't uncommon to see such children in their territory.

What infuriated Seraphine was the bullies. Even though Seraphine knew she wouldn't be able to help the child in long term, that doesn't mean she would ignore when she was able to provide him with help.

Seraphine dressed in a pair of pants and a plain shirt— along with those scars in her hand— didn't give off a impression of a Noble, and seeing that she was girl, the bullies took her to be commoner.

Only when she took out that sword and started beating them up did they learn to fear her. Seeing how all of them cowered and scattered made her scoff at how pathetic they were.

Seraphine then vocalised