Francisca Mistel Lescatie

Title/s: Dejected Princess Gender: Female Race: Human Faction: Lescatie Royal Family

The fourth princess of the Lescatie royal family. She has three prominent elder sisters, all of whom can hear the voices of the gods, can wield great magic and have received divine protection as heroes blessed with talent. But she, from the day she was born, has had no abilities whatsoever. In addition, her body has been sick and weak since the day of her birth, rendering her infertile.

Due to this, Lescatie's royal house can't even use her as a bargaining chip in marriage alliances. As a result, even though she holds the title of "princess", there is no place that needs her. Mostly everyone ignores her very existence. Perhaps due to these sorts of circumstances, she has no self-confidence, and even though she is royalty, she is a girl with a nervous and timid personality.

Because of how little concern they have for her, both the state and her family allow her to do as she pleases to a certain degree. During her childhood, she was a playmate with "you" and Wilmarina Noscrim, for a very long period of time. Everyone else acted like she wasn't there or treated her like a "hot potato" to be shoved from one person to another; only these two friends needed her as an individual. She found the one place where she belonged at the side of her two friends and brightness gradually emerged from her gloomy personality.

But one day, she suddenly lost this newly found peace of mind. No longer saying a word to her, Wilmarina began her warrior training, leaving early and returning late, as if she had become another person entirely. At the same time, "you", a servant of Wilmarina's family, vanished without a trace. And so, she became lonely and unloved once more.

As heroes and nobles, her elder sisters quickly soared to great fame and esteem. She on the other hand, lost what little progress she had made and her health deteriorated to the point where she could not even step outside. She laid upon her bed, her body almost incapable of motion, thinking about how her two friends suddenly vanished, as well as her own issues. Her entire world consisted of the castle around her and nothing else. Even though there are plenty of people in this castle, none of them cared about her. None of them needed her. Why was she even a princess at all?

Plagued by these thoughts, as well as the bodily pains that her illness brought her, she suffered many a sleepless night. She had already reached the lowest point; had she been able to move her own body, she would have thrown herself out of her bedroom window long ago.

As these thoughts crowded her restless mind, she looked toward the moonlight coming through her window. Floating in the light of a blood-red moon was a beautiful succubus with wicked white wings