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Chapter 567: When Did You Gain Your Blessing?

If anyone were to describe Anya right now, they would call her many things.

Crazy.

Scary.

Sadistic.

Blood-obsessed.

Someone you did not want to mess with under any circumstances whatsoever.

Whether it was her subordinates who trembled when she passed…

The people around her who whispered warnings to newcomers…

Or even her own sisters who watched her with a mixture of concern and unease…

They would all say the same thing.

Anya took her methods to the extreme, pushing boundaries that others wouldn’t dare approach.

In a way, it could be said she was tapped in the head quite a bit.

But of course, despite all of that, she was also many other things.

She was confident in a way that drew people toward her like moths to flame.

She possessed the charisma of a natural-born leader, someone who could walk into any room and command attention without uttering a single word.

She was meticulous in everything she did, every action calculated, every word measured.

And despite her terrifying reputation, she could easily lift the spirits of everyone around her, cracking jokes that made even the most stoic soldiers smile.

So, in another aspect, you could look at her as a born politician who knew how to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it.

But the truth was, Anya wasn’t always like this.

Years ago, when she was only about six years old, anyone describing Anya would have painted a completely different portrait.

Instead of all those things, they would have said she was timid.

Kept to herself.

Always quiet.

Always observing.

Always being dragged along wherever she went instead of being the one leading like she always does today.

And that was the real Anya of the past.

Years ago, Anya was actually the quiet one in the family.

And not in the way that Nadia was, where she was forced into silence most of the time by circumstances beyond her control.

But rather she was naturally timid.

Unlike Charlotte, who had been quite spoiled and demanded attention at every turn.

And Astrid, who went around asking everyone to call her big sister and tried her best to take care of her younger siblings with an adorable sense of responsibility,

Anya herself was a quiet spirit.

She much rather preferred to go along with her sister’s antics from the sidelines or quietly indulge in whatever hobby where she could be alone and in peace.

“Anya! Come play with us!” Charlotte would often shout from the garden.

“I’m okay here.” Anya would reply softly from her window seat, book in hand, a small content smile on her face.

“You’re always reading! The book’s going to grow legs and run away with you inside it!”

“That sounds lovely, actually.”

“ANYA!”

She’d giggle then, but wouldn’t move. And eventually, her sisters would come barreling into her room instead, dragging her out by the wrists while she laughed and pretended to protest.

This was rather strange, considering she was born to Fauna, the most sociable person from the battle Angels.

But of course, this wasn’t because anything had happened in the past or some tragic event had scarred her.

That was simply who she was.

And she was totally satisfied with it.

After all, her sisters always pulled her along for whatever fun event there was. She got to play with them without having to initiate anything herself.

Her mother and her aunts also accepted who she was completely.

So, she just lived a happy life as a little girl doing her own things.

“Look at her.”

Fauna would say fondly, watching Anya quietly arranging flowers in a vase while her sisters ran screaming through the halls.

“She’s got her own little world in there.”

“She’s so peaceful.” Yelena agreed, smiling. “It’s rather refreshing, honestly. With all the chaos the others cause.”

“She’s perfect.” Fauna whispered. “They all are.”

And Anya, overhearing this from around the corner, would smile to herself and continue arranging her flowers, her heart warm and full.

But soon…her life took a turn for the worst.

—

One day, when Charlotte was only four years old, she became the first to awaken her own blessing.

Anya could remember the celebration that went on that day with perfect clarity, even now.

Usually, blessings formed around the age of five, so Charlotte was actually an early bloomer in the family.

And this, of course, was a joyous event of the highest order.

The entire family bought cake—a massive, towering thing decorated with Charlotte’s favorite colors.

They made fried chicken, crispy and golden, filling the entire house with its savory aroma.

They celebrated by dancing and laughing, music filling the halls as everyone took turns spinning Charlotte around until she was dizzy with joy.

Back then, Anya also joined in. She was so happy for her sister.

She even brought over a present that she had made for her sister, a necklace she had crafted herself by carefully attaching colorful beads one by one, spending hours in her room to make sure every bead was perfectly placed.

When she presented it to Charlotte, her voice was barely above a whisper,

“I made this for you. Because you’re amazing, Charlotte.”

Charlotte’s eyes went wide. She held the necklace up to the light, watching the beads sparkle, and then she threw her arms around Anya with such force that they both nearly toppled over.

“I LOVE IT!” Charlotte shrieked. “I’M GOING TO WEAR IT FOREVER!”

The hug was so warm. So full of life. She truly was happy for her sister’s accomplishment.

There was no jealousy, no envy—just pure, genuine joy.

But soon, that changed.

—

It was not long after.

Her second eldest sister, the daughter of the Maiden of Fate, also gained her blessing.

Then before Anya could fully process that, her second youngest sister, the daughter of the Maiden of War, gained her blessing as well.

But Anya?

There were no signs. No symptoms. Nothing at all.

For Astrid atleast who also hadn’t awakened her blessing, she was showing these small, tell-tale signs of her body reacting to mana.

Her eyes changing color when she experienced strong emotions.

Fleeting dreams that felt more real than waking life.

Those were all indicators that her blessing was going to be awakened soon.

But Anya?

Nothing.

Now glowing hands.

No changing hair color, not even a single strand.

No strange dreams in the nights, just darkness and silence.

She was totally like a normal human being.

Which really made her so anxious.

After all, this was the time that she should be getting her blessing.

She was already five years old—the standard age, the expected age.

But for some reason, none of the signs were happening.

None of the changes. None of the awakening.

But that didn’t make any sense at all.

She was a daughter of a Battle Angel, the strongest existence to ever exist, a being whose very name made the world tremble.

So how could it be possible that she, of all people, could not gain a blessing?

How could the blood of such power run so silent in her veins?

It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense.

And because of that growing anxiety, she went over to each and every single one of her aunts and asked them about the issue.

—

She went to her Auntie Yelena first.

Anya found her in the garden, surrounded by floating swords that danced through the air in intricate patterns.

“Auntie Yelena.” Anya said, her voice soft and hesitant. “When did you gain your blessing? How was it?”

Yelena looked down at her niece, and a thoughtful smile crossed her face.

She didn’t seem to think about why Anya was asking this or perhaps she did, and chose not to show it.

Either way, she answered gently.

“I was around five years old.” Yelena said, her eyes growing distant with memory. “I was sleeping peacefully when I saw a sword appear in my dream.”

“A sword so massive that it could reach all the way up to the heavens, its blade cutting through clouds and stars alike.”

“And when I suddenly woke up, I realized that my blessing had been activated. I had control over all the swords around me.”

“Every blade in the facility answered my call.”

Anya listened with wide eyes, imagining such a magnificent dream.

So she went to sleep.

She spent most of her days sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. She would curl up in her bed at all hours, closing her eyes tight and willing herself to dream of something grand.

She napped in the afternoon sun, she went to bed early, she lingered in her blankets long after dawn.

She tried everything—drinking warm milk before bed, counting sheep, even asking Charlotte to tell her boring stories that might lull her into a deeper slumber.

But unfortunately, nothing happened.

No swords. No heavens. No awakening.

Just dreams of ordinary things, and sometimes no dreams at all.

—

So she went to her Auntie Nadia next.

She found her in the training grounds, where the earth itself seemed to bend to her will.

“Auntie Nadia.” Anya said, wringing her hands nervously. “When did you get your blessing?”

Nadia paused her training and turned to face her niece, her expression softening.

“Around the age of four.” She said, her deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. “At that time, I was actually running around and playing with my sisters.”

“We were chasing each other through the fields, laughing, when all of a sudden, every step I took made the earth shake and shatter around me.”

She gestured at the ground beneath her feet.

“I literally had to stop moving from the spot because I didn’t know how to control my blessing. Every time I tried to take a step, the ground would crack open.”

“My sisters had to carry me back out dorms where Mika’s mother was waiting.”

Anya’s eyes lit up with an idea.

So she started running.

She ran here and there, through the hallways and across the courtyards.

She did her own little exercises—jumping jacks until her arms ached, little push-ups until her muscles trembled, sprints until she was gasping for breath.

She tried to stimulate her body, to push herself to the limit, hoping that physical exertion might trigger whatever was dormant inside her.

But sadly, nothing happened.

No shaking earth. No shattered ground.

Just tired legs and a heart growing heavier by the day.

—

Soon, she went to her other two aunts.

The Maiden of War told her story with a laugh, recounting how she had actually been fighting with a local dog when her blessing activated.

“A big, mean thing.” She said, grinning at the memory. “It had been terrorizing the children in the army baracks for weeks.”

“I decided I’d had enough, and right as I was wrestling it to the ground, my blessing awakened. The poor dog didn’t know what hit it.”

Anya, being too scared to actually fight a real dog, tried to replicate this with smaller creatures.

She chased squirrels through the garden.

She attempted to corner rabbits in the field.

She even tried to provoke a particularly grumpy cat that lived near the kitchen.

The squirrels escaped. The rabbits were too fast. The cat just looked at her with disdain and walked away.

But nothing happened.

—

The Maiden of Fate, on the other hand, had the most unexpected story of all.

She had been in the toilet when her blessing arrived, of all places.

“Sometimes fate has a sense of humor.” She said with a wry smile.

So Anya started spending excessive amounts of time in the bathroom. Hours upon hours, sitting and waiting and hoping.

Her sisters complained constantly, banging on the door and demanding she get out since they needed to use it too.

But she wouldn’t budge.

“Just a little longer!” She would call out. “I think I feel something!”

She never did.

Instead it was always poop.

—

With these failed attempts. the weight in her chest grew heavier

She felt as if something was wrong with her—fundamentally, deeply wrong.

But despite that, there was still one comfort.

Astrid herself had not awakened her blessing yet either.

So Anya felt relieved, knowing she had a companion by her side, someone else who was still waiting, still hoping.

They were in this together, and that made it bearable.

But soon, by the age of five, Astrid also awakened her own blessing.

And completely left Anya behind.