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I’ve always been second-best, or not an option at all, so what makes this any different?

「Who told you were second-best？」 The question Mukuro posed was spoken in a serious tone, her arms crossed over her chest。

「Because bitching about it, isn’t going to change anything。 Kill those who say you’re second-best and show them wrong。」

In the town surrounding by mountains and forest. The town is lively and busy, everyone going about their day, talking about current events and topics as they dine and drink. Men and women are walking around cheerful and going about their daily lives. Children were playing in the square. In a house, there lies healers who helps the townspeople with illnesses and diseases while giving them aromatherapy. They’re the pride of the town as this town is known for delicious fruits and herbs. Ophelia Dryad is helping a child’s bruise by healing his wound. 

“Now...try to be careful next time. I know playing can be fun but be careful around rocks.” Ophelia tells him gently as the child nods with a bright smile. “Now here’s a cookie.” The child’s eyes lit up as he is given a cookie.

All is well until...on that fateful day. 

When the town is invaded and raided. Fires were set aflame, vendor carts were thrown over to the food, people left and right were getting hit and dragged off as they were being captured. Of course, Ophelia is one of these captured people as she tries to help others get to safety. She and everyone else were brought over to the main square of the town. 

“Hnn..” Ophelia winced as she is pushed onto the ground.