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"I told you the world is cruel and full of horrors, but you didn't listen," Radiant's father could have said with a self-satisfied smirk, but he didn't. Instead, he gently stroked the head of his daughter, who was leaning against his chest, sobbing and covered in bruises and scratches.
"I... I never thought I was so useless. I couldn't even open a chest. Not even after five tries! It just wouldn't give in to my pathetic attempts! Maybe my fingers are crooked, or maybe they're just too soft... Like tentacles, ha-ha-ha!" The moisture in her eyes was clearly not from joy or amusement. "And the cave hounds almost ate me... Twice!!! They could have left nothing but my bones, and those stupid, disgusting, vile dogs would have digested and excreted my flesh! Besides, even my letter didn't evoke anything but mockery from the readers! So, what does that mean?! I'm a terrible sorceress, a lousy thief, and an even worse writer! Why was I even born into this world? It feels like my whole life is just a joke written by higher forms of life than us."
Complaining about life and engaging in self-pity was not in Radiant's character, but today had been so shocking for her. Finding comfort in her father's strong embrace, she returned to her room and went to bed, waiting for the next day to begin.