How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

The priests who prepared my outfit today applauded and exclaimed in admiration.

“You look just like a fairy.”

“So adorable.”

I blushed for no reason and chuckled. Even though I knew they were complimenting the child Marianne had brought.

“Oh, you look so lovely!”

After seeing Marianne’s outfit, I realized that my clothes were a matching set with Marianne’s.

Mine was a miniature version of Marianne’s outfit.  Other than wearing a red flower crown, everything else was the same.

‘It’s like a couple look.’

I smiled happily.

“Marianne! You look beautiful!”

“So cute. Very adorable. Now, let’s go.”

I held Marianne’s hand and got on the open carriage.

‘The carriage is so high.’

It had about two to three times the height of a regular carriage, and it was pulled by a whopping six horses.

There were stairs prepared for us to comfortably get on the carriage.

‘This is amazing…’

The position of the parade’s protagonist.

‘Can I really get on something like this?’

It was a high place, but it didn’t feel as scary as I thought. The carriage started moving.

Numerous onlookers watched the parade. Children with interesting props sang and marched in the front row.

‘They must be young priests.’

The next row consisted of slightly older children.

Elegant priests in splendid attire walked, and carriages filled with flowers and birds symbolizing the goddess and decorated with large ornaments moved.

People from tall buildings sprinkled colorful paper from above, creating a lively wave of spring on the winter streets.

“Wow! It’s the Saintess! The Saintess!”

Undoubtedly, the most popular figure was Marianne.

When Marianne’s carriage appeared last, the crowd went wild for the truly goddess-like Marianne.

“Wave your hand.”

Upon Marianne’s request, I awkwardly waved my hand and scattered flowers.

“Fairy! Fairy!”

Ah, my role is that of a fairy for the goddess. It was only after people started shouting towards me that I realized. And at the end of the procession, I found a familiar person.

‘Collen?’

A neatly dressed man who had just gotten off a carriage. Collen was someone who would catch people’s attention even from 100 meters away. And Zion was behind him.

“Dad!”

I shouted loudly and waved my hand. Collen and I made eye contact, and he smiled softly.

“Wow!”

My body floated in the air.

“It’s a miracle!”

People applauded.

“The flower fairy is flying!”

Marianne looked at me with a strange expression and nodded as if saying, ‘Okay, go.’

I saw the black snake wrapped around my body, lifted me up into the sky, and brought me in front of Collen.

“Daddy! How did you come here?”

“I came to see you since you were playing the role of a fairy. You look much more beautiful than I expected.”

Collen lifted me up with his hand placed under my armpit. We met eye-to-eye in the air.

I giggled bashfully.

“But Marianne…”

“She’s on duty, so let her be. And she made you fly without my permission.”

Although he said that, he didn’t seem angry. Collen put me down.

“Young lady.”

“Zion.”

I greeted Zion warmly too. I wanted to see Zion as well.

“Is your work finished?”

“Almost. But you are more important, so I came quickly.”

Collen put me in the carriage.

“Marianne will send your belongings later.”

Huh? Am I going with Collen like this?

“No, I can’t. Marianne will be alone.”

“She’ll know that I came to take you. And she’ll know where we’re going.”

But without saying goodbye… I felt a little down. Meanwhile, Collen started the carriage and left.

“After finishing my schedule in the southern region, I’ll make sure you meet Marianne again. No, she’ll come to see you because she wants to.”

Finally, I smiled and nodded.

“So, was there anything special at the temple?”

“Well…”

Numerous thoughts raced through my mind.

‘Well, first of all, I have psychometry abilities.’

And the goddess taught me that it’s because I have a greater purpose.

‘And the goddess doesn’t mention my past lives.’

No, no. I can’t say that.

“Dad, have you ever heard of the ability called ‘Heiman’?”

“Is it the ability of ancient priestesses? The ability to read past events through objects or people.”

As expected, Collen knows about it.

“Why?”

“I heard Marianne’s prophecy. That’s why Marianne…”

“Have you met the goddess?”

“Yes. But she told me I’m a ‘Heiman’.”

At that moment, Collen’s hand, which was stroking the horse, abruptly stopped.