"The rise is coming; chaos is nearing..."
"She'll be the true meaning of ravage," the woman who has a violet lining on her hair said. She's holding a glass of lemon on her right hand.
"Scourge will be the word to describe her," the man wearing a scarf beside the violet-haired girl said.
"She'll turn our devotion to desolation." It was said innocently by the woman who has scrutinizing eyes who's sitting opposite the man.
"Havoc our lives will be her happiness," a man said while chewing bubble gum. He said it like he was just joking, and don't try to believe him.
"She'll be literally the carnage of war."
"Massacring hundreds of thousands of humans."
"She will obliterate our hopes to live."
"Taking a bath in a bloodbath will be her rest."
"She will be indestructible."
The woman turned out of balance because of what she heard from these visitors. Her husband ran quickly on her side, trying to comfort her.
"How can you say that to a little child? I am the one who gave birth to her! I know my daughter well." She shouted to all of them and turned her head to her husband.
"I didn't intend to hide it." He can't maintain eye contact; he's ashamed. The wife felt an absurd betrayal from her husband.
"What do you mean? Can you—" the wife stuttered.
"H-hon. A prophecy was already written in the 15th century. It's the undying tradition that maintains our wealthy dynasty... The girl that will be born in the 18th generation of our family will be the one who will sit on the throne. A new queen. A venomous one," the husband said seriously.
"W-what do you mean?"
"Our daughter. She was the only girl that was born in the 18th generation of our family's bloodline three years ago."
"Her birth was the sorrow of them. Her blood is the ultimate weapon for us. Her attitude is like a sword. Keeping her identity is the best we can do. Because she will be... the venom of ours."
