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Do antagonists count?
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There's a big buff dragon lady mage dating a goblin. Sort of a mentor character for my MC. She's a bundle of contradictions and I adore her.
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I write harem, and my favorite characters are all the girls expecting the MC.
especially mature mommy character.
especially mature mommy character.
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Almost all the human characters in my fiction (except the truly evil ones)... I love them. Because they represent personal and humane issues, and can even be considered a worldview about social issues.
However, if I had to choose one of them, I would choose the little princess from FMC, Caelan El Rose. Unlike other characters who pursue the meaning of justice, peace, resolving historical trauma, and other social issues, Caelan just wants to live peacefully with her mother.
She is just a 6-year-old child who is innocent, spoiled, cute, intelligent, but not troublesome. Her presence is a miracle in a world shrouded in moral darkness.
Caelan, in my fiction, is the only character who sees the world from a child's perspective. The world in her eyes seems beautiful, full of love, and warm, as long as she is with her mommy. Therefore, it is not surprising that her mother aspires to protect her daughter's smile.
And well, that is one of the premises of my fiction. The story of how a mother protects her daughter's innocent smile at all costs in a dark world.
However, if I had to choose one of them, I would choose the little princess from FMC, Caelan El Rose. Unlike other characters who pursue the meaning of justice, peace, resolving historical trauma, and other social issues, Caelan just wants to live peacefully with her mother.
She is just a 6-year-old child who is innocent, spoiled, cute, intelligent, but not troublesome. Her presence is a miracle in a world shrouded in moral darkness.
Caelan, in my fiction, is the only character who sees the world from a child's perspective. The world in her eyes seems beautiful, full of love, and warm, as long as she is with her mommy. Therefore, it is not surprising that her mother aspires to protect her daughter's smile.
And well, that is one of the premises of my fiction. The story of how a mother protects her daughter's innocent smile at all costs in a dark world.
Blood Rose Princess Just Wants to Live in Peace with Her Little Daughter
Vol 1 Chapter 24: Side Story 2 – Adventures of Little Daughter with Mommy
A Clear Sky in Rose Valley…
POV: Caelan El Rose – Mommy’s Little Daughter
“La-la… la-la-la…”
I sang along the road. Today, I’m going to pick mushrooms in the forest with Mommy.
This morning, Mommy woke me up. Mommy changed my clothes. Caelan loves Mommy so much.
Mommy prepared breakfast for me. Honey toast, eggs, milk—I like all of it. But I don’t like boiled spinach. It tastes bad.
Mommy fed me until I was full. Mommy also ate the leftover spinach I didn’t finish. Mommy is really nice. Hehe.
After breakfast, Mommy asked what I wanted for lunch. I wanted grilled mushrooms… Mommy hasn’t cooked mushrooms for me in a long time.
Mommy said the mushroom seller was sick. So I can’t eat mushrooms today. But I want mushrooms.
I puffed my cheeks, crossed my arms, and sat on the dining chair. I won’t leave this chair until Mommy listens to me.
Mommy smiled softly. Mommy stroked my hair. It felt so good. Hehe.
Mommy said she would look for mushrooms in the forest behind the village. Mommy sighed. Her lips curved downward.
Mommy said if she went to the forest, I would be alone at home. I shook my head. I want to go with Mommy.
Mommy didn’t say anything. Then Mommy looked at me.
I could see my reflection in Mommy’s blue eyes. Mommy is really pretty. Hehe.
Mommy said I could come, but I had to obey.
I nodded. I don’t want to be left behind; I want to go with Mommy.
Mommy allowed me to come. Yay! I get to go on an adventure to the forest with Mommy. I can’t wait. Hehe.
…
“La-la… la-la-la…”
“Trii-li… trii-li-lii… tii-ri-lii…”
The birds sounded so pretty. I turned to the trees on the right side of the road. Yellow birds were dancing on the branches.
“Mommy… look! Mrs Bird is singing with Caelan,” I said, pointing at them.
Mommy smiled and patted my head. I love it when Mommy pats my head.
“The birds like sweet girls like Caelan,” Mommy said gently.
“Hehe… Mrs Bird is really nice, Mom,” I said cheerfully while raising my hand.
Mommy and I watched Mrs Bird fly, then settle into her nest. Mrs Bird was warming her eggs.
Mommy held my hand and said, “Let’s continue our walk, honey.”
“Okay, Mom,” I said, gripping Mommy’s hand. Mommy’s hand is so soft.
I kept walking on the green ground. Wow, the forest is beautiful. Lots of tall trees, green grass. Colourful butterflies. But—
“Hah… hah…”
My chest hurt. My forehead was sweaty.
Mommy stopped. Her blue eyes widened when she saw I couldn’t walk anymore.
“Honey… if you’re tired… tell Mommy, okay?” Mommy lifted me into her arms. “Mommy told you to stay home.”
I shook my head. “No, Mom. Caelan wants to go with Mommy. Caelan doesn’t like being left alone,” I said with a pout.
Mommy gave a small smile. She pinched my cheek. It tickled so much.
“Caelan is Mommy’s daughter. But—” Mommy exhaled. “Caelan must not force herself. If you're tired, tell Mommy, understand?”
“I understand, Mom,” I said, nodding, then hugged Mommy.
Hugging Mommy feels so warm. Mommy really is the best in the whole world. Hehe.
Mommy carried me. Sometimes she stopped to wipe the sweat on my forehead.
I tugged the hem of Mommy’s dress. “Mom… when can we eat mushrooms?”
Mommy stroked my silver hair. “Be patient, honey. We’re almost there.”
I nodded. “Caelan will wait, Mom.”
“Good. Caelan is a good girl.”
Mommy kept walking. I looked up and saw the sky growing darker.
The trees were so tall. The sun was covered by the leaves.
But I could see between the leaves. Mr Sun was still peeking at me and following me.
Maybe Mr Sun is feeling shy. Mr Sun can follow me. Caelan doesn’t mind.
I looked behind us. My chin was on Mommy’s shoulder.
I saw Mr Sun following until the leaves covered him. Mr Sun couldn’t peek anymore.
“Mommy… the forest is dark. Mr Sun can’t peek at Caelan anymore,” I said, pointing up.
Mommy laughed softly. Then Mommy caressed my face.
“We’ve arrived, honey. Here, we can find Caelan’s favourite mushrooms,” Mommy said gently.
“Yay! Caelan wants to get down and help Mommy look for mushrooms. Can I, Mom?”
“Caelan is a good girl.” Mommy set me down. “But Caelan must promise Mommy. Don’t go far from Mommy.”
“And if Caelan gets tired, Caelan must tell Mommy, understood?”
“Caelan understands, Mom,” I said happily, hopping lightly.
My feet touched the mossy ground. I crouched down. My eyes spotted mushrooms.
They grew on a rotten log. I picked the mushroom and walked back to Mommy.
“Mom… can we eat this mushroom?” I asked, giving it to her.
Mommy took the mushroom. Her blue eyes studied it. Then Mommy sighed softly.
“Honey… this mushroom can’t be eaten,” Mommy said gently.
I lowered my head. “But Caelan wants to help Mommy…”
Mommy patted my head. “Don’t give up, honey. Caelan can look for more.”
Mommy stood still for a moment. Her lips curved into a smile.
“If Caelan has trouble finding mushrooms, you can let Mommy handle it.”
“No, Mom. Caelan wants to help,” I said, shaking my head.
“Careful, honey. Caelan can gather them first, and Mommy will check them later, okay?”
“Mommy really is the best,” I said eagerly.
I walked again around the fallen log. I’m going to find lots of mushrooms. I want Mommy to praise me. Hehe.
I walked between the tree trunks. Termites were lined up along the wood.
I wanted to play with Mr Termite. My finger was about to touch Mr Termite. But—
“No! Caelan can’t play yet. Caelan has to look for mushrooms first,” I said, pulling my hand back.
I stepped over the fallen logs. I paused for a moment.
“Why are there more and more logs?” I asked while touching my chin.
I walked again through the grass and rotten wood. I crouched down and saw lots of mushrooms. They looked like ears. The mushrooms grew on the wood.
I picked the mushrooms. I rolled up the hem of my clothes and placed the mushrooms inside the fabric.
I picked more and more ear mushrooms from the woods. Then, I walked past a log covered in bushes. Then—
“Wow… there’s a field in the middle of the forest,” I said in awe.
I saw lots of logs in the field. I walked toward the logs arranged like the books on my desk.
I crouched down and picked a big ear mushroom from the bush near the woods. But—
“Mmm… who is this uncle?” I asked while touching my head.
I saw an uncle sleeping on the ground. His clothes were dirty.
“Uncle… don’t sleep here. Mommy said sleeping outside can make you cough,” I said while poking the uncle’s cheek with my finger.
But the uncle kept sleeping. He didn’t want to listen to me.
"Crack…"
I heard a twig snap. I turned around and saw Mommy standing behind me.
“Mommy… look! This uncle is sleeping on the ground…” I said while pointing at him.
I looked at Mommy’s face. But Mommy wasn’t smiling like usual. Her blue eyes widened.
“Mommy?” I tilted my head.
“It’s alright, honey. Come here—” Suddenly, Mommy smiled softly again.
Mommy lifted me into her arms.
“Look, Mom! Caelan already collected mushrooms!” I said proudly, showing her the ear-shaped mushrooms in the fold of my clothes.
Mommy took one of my mushrooms. She examined it closely.
Then Mommy smiled faintly and stroked my hair.
“Good job. Caelan truly is Mommy’s daughter. These mushrooms can be made into barbecue, honey,” Mommy said gently.
“Hehe… Caelan can eat mushroom barbecue. Yay!” I said happily.
I laughed joyfully, being praised by Mommy. I really like it when Mommy praises me. Mommy, please praise Caelan even more. Hehe.
…
Mommy put my mushrooms into the red pouch.
Oh, right, I forgot. There was that strange uncle sleeping on the mossy ground.
“Mommy… who is that uncle?” I asked while pointing at him.
Mommy didn’t answer. I looked at Mommy’s face. Her lips curved downward.
“Mommy?” I asked, eyes wide.
Suddenly, Mommy shook her head, then kissed my forehead.
“Honey, that uncle is just resting. Don’t disturb him.”
“But Mom, you said if Caelan sleeps outside, Caelan will cough. That uncle might cough if he sleeps there, Mom,” I said curiously.
Mommy stroked my face and gave a small smile. “Honey, you walked in the forest earlier and got tired, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Mom. Caelan couldn’t walk anymore,” I said, nodding.
Mommy smiled. “Just like you, that uncle is tired too, honey.”
“Tired?” I turned my head left and right around the uncle.
There were more uncles sleeping on the ground. They wore dirty iron clothes.
These uncles must have pushed themselves too hard like Caelan, then fell asleep from exhaustion.
“Caelan understands, Mom.” I stopped and held my head. “Can Caelan help wake the uncles up, Mom?”
“No, honey. Don’t disturb them. Let them wake up on their own,” Mommy said gently.
“It’s already noon. Let’s go home, honey,” Mommy said.
“Okay, Mom,” I replied obediently.
But before we left, Mommy walked toward a chubby uncle who was sleeping, leaning against a log. Mommy reached into her dress pocket.
Suddenly, a single stem of a rose appeared.
Wow, Mommy can do magic tricks. Mommy is amazing. Hehe.
Mommy placed the rose stem on the uncle’s body. Mommy gave a faint smile as she looked at the uncle sleeping peacefully on the ground.
“Let’s continue our walk, honey.” Mommy smiled softly. “Caelan can’t wait to eat mushroom barbecue, right?”
“Yes, Mom. Caelan wants to eat Mommy’s mushroom barbecue.” I tugged the edge of Mommy’s dress. “Let’s go home, Mom. Caelan is hungry.”
Mommy chuckled softly and kissed my cheek. “Caelan truly is a sweet girl. Say goodbye to the uncles, honey.”
“Goodbye, uncles.”
Mommy then carried me in her arms, and we went home.
That evening, Mommy made me delicious mushroom barbecue. Mommy really is the best in the whole world.
Caelan loves Mommy so, so much.
...
That Night
POV: Marry El Rose
A thin mist began to hang over the deep forest. Carried by the wind, the mist drifted downward and settled upon a chubby man who was sleeping while leaning against a rotten log.
The lace collar of his clothes was torn and tattered, devoured by the forest. Creeping vines, mushrooms, and moss covered his plump body.
Yet the man remained still, unmoving, as if the world itself had already abandoned him.
A single rose stem lay upon his body. Its petals trembled as the night wind brushed against them.
One by one, the rose petals fell, then floated into the air before the man. They spiralled together, forming a small tornado. Then—
As the small vortex subsided, a woman in a rose-adorned dress emerged. She took three steps forward and stopped in front of the chubby man.
Her silver hair fluttered in the night wind. Her blue eyes stared coldly at him.
“You have touched my daughter. I will not allow you to sleep peacefully—”
Marry snapped her fingers. A thorn shot forth from the snap and pierced the chubby man’s neck.
Marry closed her eyes for a moment. Then her lips moved.
“[Blood Memory Reading]!”
Marry read the man’s memories of sin. She could hear every scream of the victims tormented by this tyrant.
“Milord… I beg you, my wife is pregnant and hasn’t eaten for three days—” pleaded a thin man.
“Smack!”
“I don’t care. You lowly commoner… ungrateful trash!” the Baron shouted, his fat hand reddened after slapping the man’s face.
“If you cannot pay your taxes, then you will work by cutting down forest trees with your own sweat!” the fat Baron sneered.
…
A few days later, the chubby Baron strolled leisurely along a rural road. His lace collar fluttered in the cool breeze of Rose Valley.
In his left hand, he carried a roasted pig’s leg. Behind him, dozens of knights in iron armour marched in neat formation. Their armour gleamed under the sunlight.
The Baron stopped before an open field. There, hundreds of wooden grave markers stood upon damp, green earth. Beneath each marker, mounds of loose soil rose high. Rose petals were scattered across the earthen graves.
Among those hundreds of markers stood one engraved with the name “Lisa.”
A man with messy black hair was clinging to that grave. Tears soaked his cheeks and fell onto the loose soil. He stood there in silence before whispering:
“My wife… I’m sorry—I failed to save you… h-hic…”
The thin man clutched the gravestone tightly.
The Baron sneered. He snorted and said,
“That man hasn’t paid his debt yet! Knights, drag him into the forest,” the Baron ordered, pointing at the man.
“Yes, milord,” replied the armoured knights obediently.
A burly knight grabbed the man. The man struggled desperately, clinging to the grave as if it were his other half.
“No! My wife… please, let me hold her. Why are you all so cruel—” the ragged man screamed hysterically.
“Bam! Aarrgghh—!”
The brutal knight struck him.
The man collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.
“Shut up, you lazy bastard!” the knight barked harshly.
The knight dragged him away. The man’s eyes shut as blood dripped onto the graveyard soil, tracing his path.
The Baron smiled.
“Hm… this roasted pork is delicious!”
He bit into the meat greedily.
“He’s a filthy bumpkin! But at least the pork he brought is very juicy!”
Marry opened her eyes. Her blue eyes grew colder—like winter ice.
“Baron Chciwy… ruler of Rose Valley before the fall of the world’s memory—”
Her blue eyes narrowed.
“You raised taxes beyond what is humanly tolerable, forcing the villagers to work all day until it caused mass starvation.”
“Pregnant mothers and children died. And you did not even care about their burials.”
Marry clenched her fist.
“You even continued to clear the forest for military projects. Your greed knew no bounds,” Marry pronounced her verdict.
“And most importantly… you allowed my daughter to touch a filthy body like yours.”
“The world has put you into an eternal sleep. But—”
Marry ground her teeth.
“I never forget. The Blood Rose Princess remembers every scream of the victims you wounded. Now you will pay for your sins.”
Marry snapped the fingers of her left hand and declared,
“[Blood Rose Manipulation: Blood Rose Tendrils]!”
“Crack…”
The moss-covered ground split apart. From the fissures, blood-red rose tendrils sprouted—thick, thorn-covered vines of deep crimson.
They grew, coiled, twisted, and swayed in the air like slick tentacles. They were monsters that devoured the bodies of sinners.
A blood-red rose bloomed. At the tips of the tendrils, it whispered like a starving beast.
Marry smiled faintly as she looked at the familiar monster. She gently stroked the blood rose’s petals. The creature purred like a cat enjoying its master’s touch.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Marry said softly.
The rose monster snorted like an irritated horse denied its meal.
“Now you may eat again.”
Marry pointed at the chubby man and the knights sleeping on the mossy ground—tyrants and their followers whom the world had “put to sleep” after the Memory Artefact was destroyed seven years ago.
“Devour them as they devoured their victims,” Marry said coldly.
The blood rose tendrils nodded. They moved, dragging the sinners’ bodies one by one.
“Crunch… crack…”
The sound of bones snapping, blood being absorbed, flesh being chewed. Even their clothes and swords were devoured by the rose monster.
There was no disgust. No pity.
The blood rose tendrils consumed the sinners like predators devouring their prey. Each time it consumed a sinner's body, a new tendril grew from its main stem.
A thorned tendril pierced the baron’s bloated cheek. His face was filthy, his eyes closed, his lips curved into a smile—
Yet the tendril crushed his head like a serpent coiling around its prey, utterly indifferent to whatever dream the corrupt noble was having in his eternal sleep. Then—
“Crack—thud!”
His skull was shattered. Its contents spilt out. Crimson blood soaked the mossy ground.
The tendrils absorbed every drop of red, staining the earth. Then they dragged every fragment—bones, flesh, organs, even clothing—into the rose’s serrated maw, grinding like a mill.
It fed greedily, like a predator consuming carrion. Then, he dragged the remaining rusted bodies of the knights.
....
Marry watched the cleansing calmly. Her blue eyes remained cold as she allowed her familiar to erase every trace of the sinners—until nothing remained.
A short while later… the tyrant and his followers had become fertiliser. Marry approached her familiar.
Her hands were delicate, yet she showed no discomfort touching the blood rose’s petals. She smiled faintly before speaking her farewell.
“Return!”
The blood rose tendrils trembled. They withdrew into the ground. The cracks in the earth closed.
And when the last blood rose withered, the tendrils vanished from sight. The forest became clean—as if no massacre had ever taken place.
Marry smiled faintly as she gazed upon the restored forest. She walked slowly into the mist-shrouded night woods.
She disappeared… and returned to the embrace of her little daughter, who slept while hugging her rabbit doll.
After cleansing herself, Marry climbed onto her daughter’s soft bed. Her lips curved upward as she looked at her daughter’s tiny face, smiling in her sleep.
Marry kissed her daughter’s forehead and whispered:
“Thank you for being born for me, my love.”
Marry held her daughter close. Then she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep—as if the peace of that night belonged only to her and her child.
And that night… once again, the Blood Rose judged a tyrant. Not for the world—but to protect the smile of her little daughter.
Vol 1 Chapter 24: Side Story 2 – Adventures of Little Daughter with Mommy
A Clear Sky in Rose Valley…
POV: Caelan El Rose – Mommy’s Little Daughter
“La-la… la-la-la…”
I sang along the road. Today, I’m going to pick mushrooms in the forest with Mommy.
This morning, Mommy woke me up. Mommy changed my clothes. Caelan loves Mommy so much.
Mommy prepared breakfast for me. Honey toast, eggs, milk—I like all of it. But I don’t like boiled spinach. It tastes bad.
Mommy fed me until I was full. Mommy also ate the leftover spinach I didn’t finish. Mommy is really nice. Hehe.
After breakfast, Mommy asked what I wanted for lunch. I wanted grilled mushrooms… Mommy hasn’t cooked mushrooms for me in a long time.
Mommy said the mushroom seller was sick. So I can’t eat mushrooms today. But I want mushrooms.
I puffed my cheeks, crossed my arms, and sat on the dining chair. I won’t leave this chair until Mommy listens to me.
Mommy smiled softly. Mommy stroked my hair. It felt so good. Hehe.
Mommy said she would look for mushrooms in the forest behind the village. Mommy sighed. Her lips curved downward.
Mommy said if she went to the forest, I would be alone at home. I shook my head. I want to go with Mommy.
Mommy didn’t say anything. Then Mommy looked at me.
I could see my reflection in Mommy’s blue eyes. Mommy is really pretty. Hehe.
Mommy said I could come, but I had to obey.
I nodded. I don’t want to be left behind; I want to go with Mommy.
Mommy allowed me to come. Yay! I get to go on an adventure to the forest with Mommy. I can’t wait. Hehe.
…
“La-la… la-la-la…”
“Trii-li… trii-li-lii… tii-ri-lii…”
The birds sounded so pretty. I turned to the trees on the right side of the road. Yellow birds were dancing on the branches.
“Mommy… look! Mrs Bird is singing with Caelan,” I said, pointing at them.
Mommy smiled and patted my head. I love it when Mommy pats my head.
“The birds like sweet girls like Caelan,” Mommy said gently.
“Hehe… Mrs Bird is really nice, Mom,” I said cheerfully while raising my hand.
Mommy and I watched Mrs Bird fly, then settle into her nest. Mrs Bird was warming her eggs.
Mommy held my hand and said, “Let’s continue our walk, honey.”
“Okay, Mom,” I said, gripping Mommy’s hand. Mommy’s hand is so soft.
I kept walking on the green ground. Wow, the forest is beautiful. Lots of tall trees, green grass. Colourful butterflies. But—
“Hah… hah…”
My chest hurt. My forehead was sweaty.
Mommy stopped. Her blue eyes widened when she saw I couldn’t walk anymore.
“Honey… if you’re tired… tell Mommy, okay?” Mommy lifted me into her arms. “Mommy told you to stay home.”
I shook my head. “No, Mom. Caelan wants to go with Mommy. Caelan doesn’t like being left alone,” I said with a pout.
Mommy gave a small smile. She pinched my cheek. It tickled so much.
“Caelan is Mommy’s daughter. But—” Mommy exhaled. “Caelan must not force herself. If you're tired, tell Mommy, understand?”
“I understand, Mom,” I said, nodding, then hugged Mommy.
Hugging Mommy feels so warm. Mommy really is the best in the whole world. Hehe.
Mommy carried me. Sometimes she stopped to wipe the sweat on my forehead.
I tugged the hem of Mommy’s dress. “Mom… when can we eat mushrooms?”
Mommy stroked my silver hair. “Be patient, honey. We’re almost there.”
I nodded. “Caelan will wait, Mom.”
“Good. Caelan is a good girl.”
Mommy kept walking. I looked up and saw the sky growing darker.
The trees were so tall. The sun was covered by the leaves.
But I could see between the leaves. Mr Sun was still peeking at me and following me.
Maybe Mr Sun is feeling shy. Mr Sun can follow me. Caelan doesn’t mind.
I looked behind us. My chin was on Mommy’s shoulder.
I saw Mr Sun following until the leaves covered him. Mr Sun couldn’t peek anymore.
“Mommy… the forest is dark. Mr Sun can’t peek at Caelan anymore,” I said, pointing up.
Mommy laughed softly. Then Mommy caressed my face.
“We’ve arrived, honey. Here, we can find Caelan’s favourite mushrooms,” Mommy said gently.
“Yay! Caelan wants to get down and help Mommy look for mushrooms. Can I, Mom?”
“Caelan is a good girl.” Mommy set me down. “But Caelan must promise Mommy. Don’t go far from Mommy.”
“And if Caelan gets tired, Caelan must tell Mommy, understood?”
“Caelan understands, Mom,” I said happily, hopping lightly.
My feet touched the mossy ground. I crouched down. My eyes spotted mushrooms.
They grew on a rotten log. I picked the mushroom and walked back to Mommy.
“Mom… can we eat this mushroom?” I asked, giving it to her.
Mommy took the mushroom. Her blue eyes studied it. Then Mommy sighed softly.
“Honey… this mushroom can’t be eaten,” Mommy said gently.
I lowered my head. “But Caelan wants to help Mommy…”
Mommy patted my head. “Don’t give up, honey. Caelan can look for more.”
Mommy stood still for a moment. Her lips curved into a smile.
“If Caelan has trouble finding mushrooms, you can let Mommy handle it.”
“No, Mom. Caelan wants to help,” I said, shaking my head.
“Careful, honey. Caelan can gather them first, and Mommy will check them later, okay?”
“Mommy really is the best,” I said eagerly.
I walked again around the fallen log. I’m going to find lots of mushrooms. I want Mommy to praise me. Hehe.
I walked between the tree trunks. Termites were lined up along the wood.
I wanted to play with Mr Termite. My finger was about to touch Mr Termite. But—
“No! Caelan can’t play yet. Caelan has to look for mushrooms first,” I said, pulling my hand back.
I stepped over the fallen logs. I paused for a moment.
“Why are there more and more logs?” I asked while touching my chin.
I walked again through the grass and rotten wood. I crouched down and saw lots of mushrooms. They looked like ears. The mushrooms grew on the wood.
I picked the mushrooms. I rolled up the hem of my clothes and placed the mushrooms inside the fabric.
I picked more and more ear mushrooms from the woods. Then, I walked past a log covered in bushes. Then—
“Wow… there’s a field in the middle of the forest,” I said in awe.
I saw lots of logs in the field. I walked toward the logs arranged like the books on my desk.
I crouched down and picked a big ear mushroom from the bush near the woods. But—
“Mmm… who is this uncle?” I asked while touching my head.
I saw an uncle sleeping on the ground. His clothes were dirty.
“Uncle… don’t sleep here. Mommy said sleeping outside can make you cough,” I said while poking the uncle’s cheek with my finger.
But the uncle kept sleeping. He didn’t want to listen to me.
"Crack…"
I heard a twig snap. I turned around and saw Mommy standing behind me.
“Mommy… look! This uncle is sleeping on the ground…” I said while pointing at him.
I looked at Mommy’s face. But Mommy wasn’t smiling like usual. Her blue eyes widened.
“Mommy?” I tilted my head.
“It’s alright, honey. Come here—” Suddenly, Mommy smiled softly again.
Mommy lifted me into her arms.
“Look, Mom! Caelan already collected mushrooms!” I said proudly, showing her the ear-shaped mushrooms in the fold of my clothes.
Mommy took one of my mushrooms. She examined it closely.
Then Mommy smiled faintly and stroked my hair.
“Good job. Caelan truly is Mommy’s daughter. These mushrooms can be made into barbecue, honey,” Mommy said gently.
“Hehe… Caelan can eat mushroom barbecue. Yay!” I said happily.
I laughed joyfully, being praised by Mommy. I really like it when Mommy praises me. Mommy, please praise Caelan even more. Hehe.
…
Mommy put my mushrooms into the red pouch.
Oh, right, I forgot. There was that strange uncle sleeping on the mossy ground.
“Mommy… who is that uncle?” I asked while pointing at him.
Mommy didn’t answer. I looked at Mommy’s face. Her lips curved downward.
“Mommy?” I asked, eyes wide.
Suddenly, Mommy shook her head, then kissed my forehead.
“Honey, that uncle is just resting. Don’t disturb him.”
“But Mom, you said if Caelan sleeps outside, Caelan will cough. That uncle might cough if he sleeps there, Mom,” I said curiously.
Mommy stroked my face and gave a small smile. “Honey, you walked in the forest earlier and got tired, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Mom. Caelan couldn’t walk anymore,” I said, nodding.
Mommy smiled. “Just like you, that uncle is tired too, honey.”
“Tired?” I turned my head left and right around the uncle.
There were more uncles sleeping on the ground. They wore dirty iron clothes.
These uncles must have pushed themselves too hard like Caelan, then fell asleep from exhaustion.
“Caelan understands, Mom.” I stopped and held my head. “Can Caelan help wake the uncles up, Mom?”
“No, honey. Don’t disturb them. Let them wake up on their own,” Mommy said gently.
“It’s already noon. Let’s go home, honey,” Mommy said.
“Okay, Mom,” I replied obediently.
But before we left, Mommy walked toward a chubby uncle who was sleeping, leaning against a log. Mommy reached into her dress pocket.
Suddenly, a single stem of a rose appeared.
Wow, Mommy can do magic tricks. Mommy is amazing. Hehe.
Mommy placed the rose stem on the uncle’s body. Mommy gave a faint smile as she looked at the uncle sleeping peacefully on the ground.
“Let’s continue our walk, honey.” Mommy smiled softly. “Caelan can’t wait to eat mushroom barbecue, right?”
“Yes, Mom. Caelan wants to eat Mommy’s mushroom barbecue.” I tugged the edge of Mommy’s dress. “Let’s go home, Mom. Caelan is hungry.”
Mommy chuckled softly and kissed my cheek. “Caelan truly is a sweet girl. Say goodbye to the uncles, honey.”
“Goodbye, uncles.”
Mommy then carried me in her arms, and we went home.
That evening, Mommy made me delicious mushroom barbecue. Mommy really is the best in the whole world.
Caelan loves Mommy so, so much.
...
That Night
POV: Marry El Rose
A thin mist began to hang over the deep forest. Carried by the wind, the mist drifted downward and settled upon a chubby man who was sleeping while leaning against a rotten log.
The lace collar of his clothes was torn and tattered, devoured by the forest. Creeping vines, mushrooms, and moss covered his plump body.
Yet the man remained still, unmoving, as if the world itself had already abandoned him.
A single rose stem lay upon his body. Its petals trembled as the night wind brushed against them.
One by one, the rose petals fell, then floated into the air before the man. They spiralled together, forming a small tornado. Then—
As the small vortex subsided, a woman in a rose-adorned dress emerged. She took three steps forward and stopped in front of the chubby man.
Her silver hair fluttered in the night wind. Her blue eyes stared coldly at him.
“You have touched my daughter. I will not allow you to sleep peacefully—”
Marry snapped her fingers. A thorn shot forth from the snap and pierced the chubby man’s neck.
Marry closed her eyes for a moment. Then her lips moved.
“[Blood Memory Reading]!”
Marry read the man’s memories of sin. She could hear every scream of the victims tormented by this tyrant.
“Milord… I beg you, my wife is pregnant and hasn’t eaten for three days—” pleaded a thin man.
“Smack!”
“I don’t care. You lowly commoner… ungrateful trash!” the Baron shouted, his fat hand reddened after slapping the man’s face.
“If you cannot pay your taxes, then you will work by cutting down forest trees with your own sweat!” the fat Baron sneered.
…
A few days later, the chubby Baron strolled leisurely along a rural road. His lace collar fluttered in the cool breeze of Rose Valley.
In his left hand, he carried a roasted pig’s leg. Behind him, dozens of knights in iron armour marched in neat formation. Their armour gleamed under the sunlight.
The Baron stopped before an open field. There, hundreds of wooden grave markers stood upon damp, green earth. Beneath each marker, mounds of loose soil rose high. Rose petals were scattered across the earthen graves.
Among those hundreds of markers stood one engraved with the name “Lisa.”
A man with messy black hair was clinging to that grave. Tears soaked his cheeks and fell onto the loose soil. He stood there in silence before whispering:
“My wife… I’m sorry—I failed to save you… h-hic…”
The thin man clutched the gravestone tightly.
The Baron sneered. He snorted and said,
“That man hasn’t paid his debt yet! Knights, drag him into the forest,” the Baron ordered, pointing at the man.
“Yes, milord,” replied the armoured knights obediently.
A burly knight grabbed the man. The man struggled desperately, clinging to the grave as if it were his other half.
“No! My wife… please, let me hold her. Why are you all so cruel—” the ragged man screamed hysterically.
“Bam! Aarrgghh—!”
The brutal knight struck him.
The man collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.
“Shut up, you lazy bastard!” the knight barked harshly.
The knight dragged him away. The man’s eyes shut as blood dripped onto the graveyard soil, tracing his path.
The Baron smiled.
“Hm… this roasted pork is delicious!”
He bit into the meat greedily.
“He’s a filthy bumpkin! But at least the pork he brought is very juicy!”
Marry opened her eyes. Her blue eyes grew colder—like winter ice.
“Baron Chciwy… ruler of Rose Valley before the fall of the world’s memory—”
Her blue eyes narrowed.
“You raised taxes beyond what is humanly tolerable, forcing the villagers to work all day until it caused mass starvation.”
“Pregnant mothers and children died. And you did not even care about their burials.”
Marry clenched her fist.
“You even continued to clear the forest for military projects. Your greed knew no bounds,” Marry pronounced her verdict.
“And most importantly… you allowed my daughter to touch a filthy body like yours.”
“The world has put you into an eternal sleep. But—”
Marry ground her teeth.
“I never forget. The Blood Rose Princess remembers every scream of the victims you wounded. Now you will pay for your sins.”
Marry snapped the fingers of her left hand and declared,
“[Blood Rose Manipulation: Blood Rose Tendrils]!”
“Crack…”
The moss-covered ground split apart. From the fissures, blood-red rose tendrils sprouted—thick, thorn-covered vines of deep crimson.
They grew, coiled, twisted, and swayed in the air like slick tentacles. They were monsters that devoured the bodies of sinners.
A blood-red rose bloomed. At the tips of the tendrils, it whispered like a starving beast.
Marry smiled faintly as she looked at the familiar monster. She gently stroked the blood rose’s petals. The creature purred like a cat enjoying its master’s touch.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Marry said softly.
The rose monster snorted like an irritated horse denied its meal.
“Now you may eat again.”
Marry pointed at the chubby man and the knights sleeping on the mossy ground—tyrants and their followers whom the world had “put to sleep” after the Memory Artefact was destroyed seven years ago.
“Devour them as they devoured their victims,” Marry said coldly.
The blood rose tendrils nodded. They moved, dragging the sinners’ bodies one by one.
“Crunch… crack…”
The sound of bones snapping, blood being absorbed, flesh being chewed. Even their clothes and swords were devoured by the rose monster.
There was no disgust. No pity.
The blood rose tendrils consumed the sinners like predators devouring their prey. Each time it consumed a sinner's body, a new tendril grew from its main stem.
A thorned tendril pierced the baron’s bloated cheek. His face was filthy, his eyes closed, his lips curved into a smile—
Yet the tendril crushed his head like a serpent coiling around its prey, utterly indifferent to whatever dream the corrupt noble was having in his eternal sleep. Then—
“Crack—thud!”
His skull was shattered. Its contents spilt out. Crimson blood soaked the mossy ground.
The tendrils absorbed every drop of red, staining the earth. Then they dragged every fragment—bones, flesh, organs, even clothing—into the rose’s serrated maw, grinding like a mill.
It fed greedily, like a predator consuming carrion. Then, he dragged the remaining rusted bodies of the knights.
....
Marry watched the cleansing calmly. Her blue eyes remained cold as she allowed her familiar to erase every trace of the sinners—until nothing remained.
A short while later… the tyrant and his followers had become fertiliser. Marry approached her familiar.
Her hands were delicate, yet she showed no discomfort touching the blood rose’s petals. She smiled faintly before speaking her farewell.
“Return!”
The blood rose tendrils trembled. They withdrew into the ground. The cracks in the earth closed.
And when the last blood rose withered, the tendrils vanished from sight. The forest became clean—as if no massacre had ever taken place.
Marry smiled faintly as she gazed upon the restored forest. She walked slowly into the mist-shrouded night woods.
She disappeared… and returned to the embrace of her little daughter, who slept while hugging her rabbit doll.
After cleansing herself, Marry climbed onto her daughter’s soft bed. Her lips curved upward as she looked at her daughter’s tiny face, smiling in her sleep.
Marry kissed her daughter’s forehead and whispered:
“Thank you for being born for me, my love.”
Marry held her daughter close. Then she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep—as if the peace of that night belonged only to her and her child.
And that night… once again, the Blood Rose judged a tyrant. Not for the world—but to protect the smile of her little daughter.
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You write good even on the forums :)Almost all the human characters in my fiction (except the truly evil ones)... I love them. Because they represent personal and humane issues, and can even be considered a worldview about social issues.
However, if I had to choose one of them, I would choose the little princess from FMC, Caelan El Rose. Unlike other characters who pursue the meaning of justice, peace, resolving historical trauma, and other social issues, Caelan just wants to live peacefully with her mother.
She is just a 6-year-old child who is innocent, spoiled, cute, intelligent, but not troublesome. Her presence is a miracle in a world shrouded in moral darkness.
Caelan, in my fiction, is the only character who sees the world from a child's perspective. The world in her eyes seems beautiful, full of love, and warm, as long as she is with her mommy. Therefore, it is not surprising that her mother aspires to protect her daughter's smile.
And well, that is one of the premises of my fiction. The story of how a mother protects her daughter's innocent smile at all costs in a dark world.
Blood Rose Princess Just Wants to Live in Peace with Her Little Daughter
Vol 1 Chapter 24: Side Story 2 – Adventures of Little Daughter with Mommy
A Clear Sky in Rose Valley…
POV: Caelan El Rose – Mommy’s Little Daughter
“La-la… la-la-la…”
I sang along the road. Today, I’m going to pick mushrooms in the forest with Mommy.
This morning, Mommy woke me up. Mommy changed my clothes. Caelan loves Mommy so much.
Mommy prepared breakfast for me. Honey toast, eggs, milk—I like all of it. But I don’t like boiled spinach. It tastes bad.
Mommy fed me until I was full. Mommy also ate the leftover spinach I didn’t finish. Mommy is really nice. Hehe.
After breakfast, Mommy asked what I wanted for lunch. I wanted grilled mushrooms… Mommy hasn’t cooked mushrooms for me in a long time.
Mommy said the mushroom seller was sick. So I can’t eat mushrooms today. But I want mushrooms.
I puffed my cheeks, crossed my arms, and sat on the dining chair. I won’t leave this chair until Mommy listens to me.
Mommy smiled softly. Mommy stroked my hair. It felt so good. Hehe.
Mommy said she would look for mushrooms in the forest behind the village. Mommy sighed. Her lips curved downward.
Mommy said if she went to the forest, I would be alone at home. I shook my head. I want to go with Mommy.
Mommy didn’t say anything. Then Mommy looked at me.
I could see my reflection in Mommy’s blue eyes. Mommy is really pretty. Hehe.
Mommy said I could come, but I had to obey.
I nodded. I don’t want to be left behind; I want to go with Mommy.
Mommy allowed me to come. Yay! I get to go on an adventure to the forest with Mommy. I can’t wait. Hehe.
…
“La-la… la-la-la…”
“Trii-li… trii-li-lii… tii-ri-lii…”
The birds sounded so pretty. I turned to the trees on the right side of the road. Yellow birds were dancing on the branches.
“Mommy… look! Mrs Bird is singing with Caelan,” I said, pointing at them.
Mommy smiled and patted my head. I love it when Mommy pats my head.
“The birds like sweet girls like Caelan,” Mommy said gently.
“Hehe… Mrs Bird is really nice, Mom,” I said cheerfully while raising my hand.
Mommy and I watched Mrs Bird fly, then settle into her nest. Mrs Bird was warming her eggs.
Mommy held my hand and said, “Let’s continue our walk, honey.”
“Okay, Mom,” I said, gripping Mommy’s hand. Mommy’s hand is so soft.
I kept walking on the green ground. Wow, the forest is beautiful. Lots of tall trees, green grass. Colourful butterflies. But—
“Hah… hah…”
My chest hurt. My forehead was sweaty.
Mommy stopped. Her blue eyes widened when she saw I couldn’t walk anymore.
“Honey… if you’re tired… tell Mommy, okay?” Mommy lifted me into her arms. “Mommy told you to stay home.”
I shook my head. “No, Mom. Caelan wants to go with Mommy. Caelan doesn’t like being left alone,” I said with a pout.
Mommy gave a small smile. She pinched my cheek. It tickled so much.
“Caelan is Mommy’s daughter. But—” Mommy exhaled. “Caelan must not force herself. If you're tired, tell Mommy, understand?”
“I understand, Mom,” I said, nodding, then hugged Mommy.
Hugging Mommy feels so warm. Mommy really is the best in the whole world. Hehe.
Mommy carried me. Sometimes she stopped to wipe the sweat on my forehead.
I tugged the hem of Mommy’s dress. “Mom… when can we eat mushrooms?”
Mommy stroked my silver hair. “Be patient, honey. We’re almost there.”
I nodded. “Caelan will wait, Mom.”
“Good. Caelan is a good girl.”
Mommy kept walking. I looked up and saw the sky growing darker.
The trees were so tall. The sun was covered by the leaves.
But I could see between the leaves. Mr Sun was still peeking at me and following me.
Maybe Mr Sun is feeling shy. Mr Sun can follow me. Caelan doesn’t mind.
I looked behind us. My chin was on Mommy’s shoulder.
I saw Mr Sun following until the leaves covered him. Mr Sun couldn’t peek anymore.
“Mommy… the forest is dark. Mr Sun can’t peek at Caelan anymore,” I said, pointing up.
Mommy laughed softly. Then Mommy caressed my face.
“We’ve arrived, honey. Here, we can find Caelan’s favourite mushrooms,” Mommy said gently.
“Yay! Caelan wants to get down and help Mommy look for mushrooms. Can I, Mom?”
“Caelan is a good girl.” Mommy set me down. “But Caelan must promise Mommy. Don’t go far from Mommy.”
“And if Caelan gets tired, Caelan must tell Mommy, understood?”
“Caelan understands, Mom,” I said happily, hopping lightly.
My feet touched the mossy ground. I crouched down. My eyes spotted mushrooms.
They grew on a rotten log. I picked the mushroom and walked back to Mommy.
“Mom… can we eat this mushroom?” I asked, giving it to her.
Mommy took the mushroom. Her blue eyes studied it. Then Mommy sighed softly.
“Honey… this mushroom can’t be eaten,” Mommy said gently.
I lowered my head. “But Caelan wants to help Mommy…”
Mommy patted my head. “Don’t give up, honey. Caelan can look for more.”
Mommy stood still for a moment. Her lips curved into a smile.
“If Caelan has trouble finding mushrooms, you can let Mommy handle it.”
“No, Mom. Caelan wants to help,” I said, shaking my head.
“Careful, honey. Caelan can gather them first, and Mommy will check them later, okay?”
“Mommy really is the best,” I said eagerly.
I walked again around the fallen log. I’m going to find lots of mushrooms. I want Mommy to praise me. Hehe.
I walked between the tree trunks. Termites were lined up along the wood.
I wanted to play with Mr Termite. My finger was about to touch Mr Termite. But—
“No! Caelan can’t play yet. Caelan has to look for mushrooms first,” I said, pulling my hand back.
I stepped over the fallen logs. I paused for a moment.
“Why are there more and more logs?” I asked while touching my chin.
I walked again through the grass and rotten wood. I crouched down and saw lots of mushrooms. They looked like ears. The mushrooms grew on the wood.
I picked the mushrooms. I rolled up the hem of my clothes and placed the mushrooms inside the fabric.
I picked more and more ear mushrooms from the woods. Then, I walked past a log covered in bushes. Then—
“Wow… there’s a field in the middle of the forest,” I said in awe.
I saw lots of logs in the field. I walked toward the logs arranged like the books on my desk.
I crouched down and picked a big ear mushroom from the bush near the woods. But—
“Mmm… who is this uncle?” I asked while touching my head.
I saw an uncle sleeping on the ground. His clothes were dirty.
“Uncle… don’t sleep here. Mommy said sleeping outside can make you cough,” I said while poking the uncle’s cheek with my finger.
But the uncle kept sleeping. He didn’t want to listen to me.
"Crack…"
I heard a twig snap. I turned around and saw Mommy standing behind me.
“Mommy… look! This uncle is sleeping on the ground…” I said while pointing at him.
I looked at Mommy’s face. But Mommy wasn’t smiling like usual. Her blue eyes widened.
“Mommy?” I tilted my head.
“It’s alright, honey. Come here—” Suddenly, Mommy smiled softly again.
Mommy lifted me into her arms.
“Look, Mom! Caelan already collected mushrooms!” I said proudly, showing her the ear-shaped mushrooms in the fold of my clothes.
Mommy took one of my mushrooms. She examined it closely.
Then Mommy smiled faintly and stroked my hair.
“Good job. Caelan truly is Mommy’s daugher. These mushrooms can be made into barbecue, honey,” Mommy said gently.
“Hehe… Caelan can eat mushroom barbecue. Yay!” I said happily.
I laughed joyfully, being praised by Mommy. I really like it when Mommy praises me. Mommy, please praise Caelan even more. Hehe.
…
Mommy put my mushrooms into the red pouch.
Oh, right, I forgot. There was that strange uncle sleeping on the mossy ground.
“Mommy… who is that uncle?” I asked while pointing at him.
Mommy didn’t answer. I looked at Mommy’s face. Her lips curved downward.
“Mommy?” I asked, eyes wide.
Suddenly, Mommy shook her head, then kissed my forehead.
“Honey, that uncle is just resting. Don’t disturb him.”
“But Mom, you said if Caelan sleeps outside, Caelan will cough. That uncle might cough if he sleeps there, Mom,” I said curiously.
Mommy stroked my face and gave a small smile. “Honey, you walked in the forest earlier and got tired, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Mom. Caelan couldn’t walk anymore,” I said, nodding.
Mommy smiled. “Just like you, that uncle is tired too, honey.”
“Tired?” I turned my head left and right around the uncle.
There were more uncles sleeping on the ground. They wore dirty iron clothes.
These uncles must have pushed themselves too hard like Caelan, then fell asleep from exhaustion.
“Caelan understands, Mom.” I stopped and held my head. “Can Caelan help wake the uncles up, Mom?”
“No, honey. Don’t disturb them. Let them wake up on their own,” Mommy said gently.
“It’s already noon. Let’s go home, honey,” Mommy said.
“Okay, Mom,” I replied obediently.
But before we left, Mommy walked toward a chubby uncle who was sleeping, leaning against a log. Mommy reached into her dress pocket.
Suddenly, a single stem of a rose appeared.
Wow, Mommy can do magic tricks. Mommy is amazing. Hehe.
Mommy placed the rose stem on the uncle’s body. Mommy gave a faint smile as she looked at the uncle sleeping peacefully on the ground.
“Let’s continue our walk, honey.” Mommy smiled softly. “Caelan can’t wait to eat mushroom barbecue, right?”
“Yes, Mom. Caelan wants to eat Mommy’s mushroom barbecue.” I tugged the edge of Mommy’s dress. “Let’s go home, Mom. Caelan is hungry.”
Mommy chuckled softly and kissed my cheek. “Caelan truly is a sweet girl. Say goodbye to the uncles, honey.”
“Goodbye, uncles.”
Mommy then carried me in her arms, and we went home.
That evening, Mommy made me delicious mushroom barbecue. Mommy really is the best in the whole world.
Caelan loves Mommy so, so much.
...
That Night
POV: Marry El Rose
A thin mist began to hang over the deep forest. Carried by the wind, the mist drifted downward and settled upon a chubby man who was sleeping while leaning against a rotten log.
The lace collar of his clothes was torn and tattered, devoured by the forest. Creeping vines, mushrooms, and moss covered his plump body.
Yet the man remained still, unmoving, as if the world itself had already abandoned him.
A single rose stem lay upon his body. Its petals trembled as the night wind brushed against them.
One by one, the rose petals fell, then floated into the air before the man. They spiralled together, forming a small tornado. Then—
As the small vortex subsided, a woman in a rose-adorned dress emerged. She took three steps forward and stopped in front of the chubby man.
Her silver hair fluttered in the night wind. Her blue eyes stared coldly at him.
“You have touched my daughter. I will not allow you to sleep peacefully—”
Marry snapped her fingers. A thorn shot forth from the snap and pierced the chubby man’s neck.
Marry closed her eyes for a moment. Then her lips moved.
“[Blood Memory Reading]!”
Marry read the man’s memories of sin. She could hear every scream of the victims tormented by this tyrant.
“Milord… I beg you, my wife is pregnant and hasn’t eaten for three days—” pleaded a thin man.
“Smack!”
“I don’t care. You lowly commoner… ungrateful trash!” the Baron shouted, his fat hand reddened after slapping the man’s face.
“If you cannot pay your taxes, then you will work by cutting down forest trees with your own sweat!” the fat Baron sneered.
…
A few days later, the chubby Baron strolled leisurely along a rural road. His lace collar fluttered in the cool breeze of Rose Valley.
In his left hand, he carried a roasted pig’s leg. Behind him, dozens of knights in iron armour marched in neat formation. Their armour gleamed under the sunlight.
The Baron stopped before an open field. There, hundreds of wooden grave markers stood upon damp, green earth. Beneath each marker, mounds of loose soil rose high. Rose petals were scattered across the earthen graves.
Among those hundreds of markers stood one engraved with the name “Lisa.”
A man with messy black hair was clinging to that grave. Tears soaked his cheeks and fell onto the loose soil. He stood there in silence before whispering:
“My wife… I’m sorry—I failed to save you… h-hic…”
The thin man clutched the gravestone tightly.
The Baron sneered. He snorted and said,
“That man hasn’t paid his debt yet! Knights, drag him into the forest,” the Baron ordered, pointing at the man.
“Yes, milord,” replied the armoured knights obediently.
A burly knight grabbed the man. The man struggled desperately, clinging to the grave as if it were his other half.
“No! My wife… please, let me hold her. Why are you all so cruel—” the ragged man screamed hysterically.
“Bam! Aarrgghh—!”
The brutal knight struck him.
The man collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.
“Shut up, you lazy bastard!” the knight barked harshly.
The knight dragged him away. The man’s eyes shut as blood dripped onto the graveyard soil, tracing his path.
The Baron smiled.
“Hm… this roasted pork is delicious!”
He bit into the meat greedily.
“He’s a filthy bumpkin! But at least the pork he brought is very juicy!”
Marry opened her eyes. Her blue eyes grew colder—like winter ice.
“Baron Chciwy… ruler of Rose Valley before the fall of the world’s memory—”
Her blue eyes narrowed.
“You raised taxes beyond what is humanly tolerable, forcing the villagers to work all day until it caused mass starvation.”
“Pregnant mothers and children died. And you did not even care about their burials.”
Marry clenched her fist.
“You even continued to clear the forest for military projects. Your greed knew no bounds,” Marry pronounced her verdict.
“And most importantly… you allowed my daughter to touch a filthy body like yours.”
“The world has put you into an eternal sleep. But—”
Marry ground her teeth.
“I never forget. The Blood Rose Princess remembers every scream of the victims you wounded. Now you will pay for your sins.”
Marry snapped the fingers of her left hand and declared,
“[Blood Rose Manipulation: Blood Rose Tendrils]!”
“Crack…”
The moss-covered ground split apart. From the fissures, blood-red rose tendrils sprouted—thick, thorn-covered vines of deep crimson.
They grew, coiled, twisted, and swayed in the air like slick tentacles. They were monsters that devoured the bodies of sinners.
A blood-red rose bloomed. At the tips of the tendrils, it whispered like a starving beast.
Marry smiled faintly as she looked at the familiar monster. She gently stroked the blood rose’s petals. The creature purred like a cat enjoying its master’s touch.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Marry said softly.
The rose monster snorted like an irritated horse denied its meal.
“Now you may eat again.”
Marry pointed at the chubby man and the knights sleeping on the mossy ground—tyrants and their followers whom the world had “put to sleep” after the Memory Artefact was destroyed seven years ago.
“Devour them as they devoured their victims,” Marry said coldly.
The blood rose tendrils nodded. They moved, dragging the sinners’ bodies one by one.
“Crunch… crack…”
The sound of bones snapping, blood being absorbed, flesh being chewed. Even their clothes and swords were devoured by the rose monster.
There was no disgust. No pity.
The blood rose tendrils consumed the sinners like predators devouring their prey. Each time it consumed a sinner's body, a new tendril grew from its main stem.
A thorned tendril pierced the baron’s bloated cheek. His face was filthy, his eyes closed, his lips curved into a smile—
Yet the tendril crushed his head like a serpent coiling around its prey, utterly indifferent to whatever dream the corrupt noble was having in his eternal sleep. Then—
“Crack—thud!”
His skull was shattered. Its contents spilt out. Crimson blood soaked the mossy ground.
The tendrils absorbed every drop of red, staining the earth. Then they dragged every fragment—bones, flesh, organs, even clothing—into the rose’s serrated maw, grinding like a mill.
It fed greedily, like a predator consuming carrion. Then, he dragged the remaining rusted bodies of the knights.
....
Marry watched the cleansing calmly. Her blue eyes remained cold as she allowed her familiar to erase every trace of the sinners—until nothing remained.
A short while later… the tyrant and his followers had become fertiliser. Marry approached her familiar.
Her hands were delicate, yet she showed no discomfort touching the blood rose’s petals. She smiled faintly before speaking her farewell.
“Return!”
The blood rose tendrils trembled. They withdrew into the ground. The cracks in the earth closed.
And when the last blood rose withered, the tendrils vanished from sight. The forest became clean—as if no massacre had ever taken place.
Marry smiled faintly as she gazed upon the restored forest. She walked slowly into the mist-shrouded night woods.
She disappeared… and returned to the embrace of her little daughter, who slept while hugging her rabbit doll.
After cleansing herself, Marry climbed onto her daughter’s soft bed. Her lips curved upward as she looked at her daughter’s tiny face, smiling in her sleep.
Marry kissed her daughter’s forehead and whispered:
“Thank you for being born for me, my love.”
Marry held her daughter close. Then she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep—as if the peace of that night belonged only to her and her child.
And that night… once again, the Blood Rose judged a tyrant. Not for the world—but to protect the smile of her little daughter.
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My story follows two MC's, mostly. But my favorite are two others x)
Felix and KuliKuli are the main couple. Norowa Reta is a third inclusion that makes them a sort of throuple, but she stepped down in focus for Act 2. She plays a bigger role on Act 3, and she's one of my favorite characters to write because of her nuance. Her backstory expands the world by a lot, and most of her struggles are subtle and internalized as opposed to KuliKuli who is more vocal and wears her heart on her sleeve.
Plus she knows how to fight x) and she's in charge of training the MC for Act 3.
Felix and KuliKuli are the main couple. Norowa Reta is a third inclusion that makes them a sort of throuple, but she stepped down in focus for Act 2. She plays a bigger role on Act 3, and she's one of my favorite characters to write because of her nuance. Her backstory expands the world by a lot, and most of her struggles are subtle and internalized as opposed to KuliKuli who is more vocal and wears her heart on her sleeve.
Plus she knows how to fight x) and she's in charge of training the MC for Act 3.
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Absolutely. For example, later on, a teenage orphan girl named Fuyuko gets introduced who is a delight to write the occasional PoV chapter of. Which relates to an entire second arc of the story that had not been planned when I introduced her, but saw the potential for once I built on her character. The girl is an absolute sweet heart. Also, being a wolf-shifter and oni hybrid, she's a natural combat monster. ?
There's also the MMC's crazy-ex who gets introduced even later. She's fun. She's also kind of literally crazy, but not delusional. There's just some old trauma mixed with personality aspects that are extremely opposed. If certain scenes were taken out of context, they would read like two entirely different characters, yet with sufficient context, they are clearly the same person. She can snap between these aspects lightning fast, and it's not always a choice on her part.
There's also the MMC's crazy-ex who gets introduced even later. She's fun. She's also kind of literally crazy, but not delusional. There's just some old trauma mixed with personality aspects that are extremely opposed. If certain scenes were taken out of context, they would read like two entirely different characters, yet with sufficient context, they are clearly the same person. She can snap between these aspects lightning fast, and it's not always a choice on her part.
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MMC? What's that or is that a typo?
Zagaroth
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Male Main Character, and thus there is also the FMC, Female Main Character.
Romance stories tend to have 2 recognizable MCs, one of each gender, thus the origin of the terms. And mine has 3: one MMC, and two FMCs.
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What if the gender is N/A like an android? I've got a couple stories that are purely droids or an AI system.
Nevafrost
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I don’t even like my FMC, she is stoic and cold (unlike me-nya). I love the other FMC, Harlin. She is a baddie but is afraid to take responsibility because she thinks she is not enough. Excited to see her grow confident!
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It's a convention that evolved around romance stories, so there is no in-convention answer for your scenario.
That does mean you are free to make up your own if you want. :) But it really only matters in stories with multiple MCs.
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Thank you! I'll keep that in mind.
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My MC was supposed to be my favorite, but then I added this random guy which ended up being another MC, he's very very cool, but psychopathic at the same time.
And when I say cool, doesn't mean he's a good person, I'll say he's the God of villains, yet cool at the same time.
And when I say cool, doesn't mean he's a good person, I'll say he's the God of villains, yet cool at the same time.
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My MCs Best Friend. She is somewhere between awesome and totally absolutely crazy and obsessed with some things (which is also kinda her weakness.)
I really like the hero of the sun character of mine, first because she was named after a mythical character of my province (Urduja) and second her powers is based on Escanor, yes she can throw suns, as nuclear bombs, that is.
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Blood Diamond: Jessica and her mother.
Diamond in the Rough: The kid who gives Jack help in one chapter.
Strange Awakening: Too many to count, though Olean and Kelly's Dad are near the top of the list.
Between Worlds: Malcolm and Audrey together (they are almost a single character, really), Battle Mother Beydara and, despite his early exit, "Uncle Mike."
And that's just off the top of my head.
Diamond in the Rough: The kid who gives Jack help in one chapter.
Strange Awakening: Too many to count, though Olean and Kelly's Dad are near the top of the list.
Between Worlds: Malcolm and Audrey together (they are almost a single character, really), Battle Mother Beydara and, despite his early exit, "Uncle Mike."
And that's just off the top of my head.
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The underdogs.