The heavy rain continues to fall.

Under the eaves, water drips down in a string, striking the bluestone pavement with a crisp sound.

They were hundreds of kilometers outside the Royal Capital now, in an abandoned small wooden cabin, where an emaciated old horse was chewing grass mixed with raindrops. The young Princess, like a child, occasionally fed the grass to the old horse.

The old horse appeared by their side after they escaped from the Royal Capital. At this time, Uncle Brave surprisingly recognized the horse and said, "Grapes?"

The old horse neighed and nudged the girl's cheek.

Sixteen years ago, this old horse carried Uncle Brave as he galloped across the continent, making countless demons tremble under its hooves.

But now, the emaciated old horse drooped its bony spine, with an old faded coat draped over its back.

"Are you going to follow us?" Xue Ding asked.

The old horse neighed, as if responding.

Thus, the old horse carried a boy and a girl, embarking on a grand escape into the rain.

The coat covered the girl, a relic of a Hero, who once rode in fine clothes on a furious horse, now reduced to a faded coat and a thin old horse.

It seemed that the horse was the only thing waiting for Uncle Brave to come home.

"Don't you dislike horses?" Xue Ding stretched out his hand to shield an umbrella over Fafnir's head, silently watching her feed the horse.

The wooden cabin was rudimentary, and the fierce wind and rain blew inside, soaking half of her body.

"I don't dislike it; this horse likes me. I can feel it treats me like its child in its heart." The young lady rolled up her mud-stained long sleeves and picked up another bundle of grass.

"Then, who exactly are you?" Fafnir slightly raised her head, asking Xue Ding.

"Your father's enemy, here to kidnap Old Deng's daughter on a ghost horse to take revenge on him," Xue Ding began to spin nonsensical yarns.

"I don't believe you." Naturally, she didn't believe it.

Ever since she met this strange man, it was as if a voice had been whispering in her ear.

Don't trust him, don't trust him!

But to her, it didn't matter anymore. A caged bird only wanted to fly to the sky, even if there were thunderstorms outside.

"Do you know my father?" She leaned against the horse, as if feeling long-lost warmth.

She had never felt warmth; since childhood she had lived in that castle, her world only that piece of sky and the large bowl that had to be filled by cutting her wrists each day.

The first time she felt warmth was Xue Ding's princess carry; the second time was the horse affectionately nuzzling her.

"I don't know, that Old Deng actually became King," Xue Ding casually lied. He was under a curse, so he didn't expect trust from others; it was now his time to let the nonsense begin.

"No, I'm not talking about him, but my real father." Fafnir looked at the heavy rain outside the cabin, "I know that king isn't my father. No father would name his daughter 'Fafnir,' such an evil name."

"Oh?" Xue Ding adjusted the umbrella and asked with interest.

"I once read a knight story where the evil dragon was named 'Fafnir.' It was an incredibly evil dragon that attacked villages, kidnapped princesses, and hoarded the king's treasure..."

"At that time, I thought, wow, I'm actually named the same as that evil dragon!"

"Later I found out, in many knight stories, dragons are named Fafnir."

The young lady gazed outside; the trees swayed in the fierce storm, a view she had never seen before.

"In those stories, some Fafnirs were defeated by knights, others were slain by knights who bathed in dragon blood and returned with the dragon's head to become dragon-slaying heroes..."

"I'm wondering if one day, this Fafnir will also be killed like that."

The heavy rain continues to fall.

"Why do you think that way?" Xue Ding asked.

"Because, I'm a monster!" She grinned, revealing sharp teeth, "I might be a fat, ugly monster. Even my aura turns other animals into man-eating monsters and twists plants into traps."

"So I want to know who my real father is. Is he the Demon King from fairytales? Otherwise, how could he give birth to a witch like me?"

Xue Ding paused, smiled, and rubbed his fingers hard against her forehead.

"Yes, your father, that Old Deng, was the most evil Demon King in history. He forcibly abducted your mother and crazily challenged the whole world. He eventually lost to the Hero Squad. When dragged to the execution ground, he shouted, 'Do you want the Demon King's secret treasure? If so, go and adventure. I hid everything in the deepest part of the forest.'"

"Thus began the age of great adventure." Xue Ding looked at the constipated expression of Uncle Brave and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Fafnir also laughed, "Haha, are you trying to fool a child? I'm not so easy to deceive."

She naturally didn't believe it; it was too far-fetched, even more than the knight novels she had read.

"Are there any other stories? Tell me more." It seemed the child's attention had shifted; she no longer cared if Xue Ding knew her real father but wanted to hear more of Xue Ding's bizarre tales.

"I have many stories, like 'Remembering the West,' 'Third Empire Chronicles,' 'Swastika Dream,' and 'Tiger Tan Chronicles.' Which one do you want to hear?"

"Third Empire Chronicles! I want to hear that one. That's the one I want."

"Alright, then the Third Empire Chronicles. The grand course of the world, long divided, must unite; long united, must divide. Great Virtue was weak, externally pressured by enemy nations, internally spied on by 500,000 Mark demons. Art student Hill was merely a sketch seller, disillusioned after failing the exams, and on the street, met two other stalwarts…"

"The three hit it off immediately and swore brotherhood in Zeus Hall, vowing to slaughter the 500,000 Mark demons and restore Great Virtue, ushering in a booming era…"

…

The horse nestled on the ground, Fafnir casually leaned against its belly, resting on dry grass.

Xue Ding came to the small cabin's entrance, gazed at the pouring rain, and started chatting with Uncle Brave.

"Your daughter, she's like my niece in elementary school," Xue Ding said, feeling the pounding rain on him, smiling.

"I..." Uncle Brave fell silent, continually watching his only family, his daughter.

However, when Xue Ding examined her with Cursed Blood, Uncle Brave was in despair.

That Evil God, the one he sealed, was inside his daughter now!

His daughter was used as a vessel to seal the Evil God because she was the Hero's child; she bore the Hero's blood. She was the only one who could unleash the power of the Beloved Holy Sword sealed within, thus becoming the vessel for the Evil God.

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