Those were the final words spoken by the King, her father. Princess Guest, born sixteen years ago on the night of the red Calamity Star. As a cursed child who would bring disaster, she had never been allowed outside the tower since the day she was born.

Then, the great earthquake that recently struck the kingdom. The King, blaming Guest's existence for the disaster, exiled his daughter from the country. Alone, she was placed on a small boat and cast out into unknown seas.

Carried by waves and currents, after drifting for many days, she happened upon a port on a distant continent. The first city she had ever seen. The first bustle she had ever heard. People passing by. Everything was something she didn't know.

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—Meanwhile.

Far away, in the center of the continent.

The World Tree, which had not produced a single flower for five hundred years, suddenly trembled in its branches.

The leaves of the World Tree glowed all at once. White five-petaled flowers bloomed in profusion on every single branch, and a light the color of young leaves overflowed into the sky.

"W-What is this?! The World Tree is...!"

"Flowers! The World Tree is in bloom!"

People all across the continent look up at the sky. In the Sanctuary, the seventy-eight-year-old High Priest Oliver pressed his monocle with a trembling hand.