Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 872 : Heroine - : Much scarier [1/2]

Chapter POV: Liv Ivaldi Smith

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"Get up Beloved! If you want to hurt so much, then I will beat you to a bloody pulp as many times as you want!"

I roared!

My body trembled in anger. writhing on the floor was the man I would give everything for. He gave me my things. A place to belong. A reason to look forward to each morning. But most of all, a future I continued to strive towards.

I was not delusional. As I watched the North fell all those years ago, I knew how hard my dream was. Yet even then, I believed. I believed that so long as I tried, the world I would find a way.

On the day I became a Reaper, in the presences of every Northerner still alive. I swore.

"I Liv Erickson, Princess of the North bind my soul to this Oath. I will save the North!"

But rather than support, all I gained was mockery. And worse, even my own father Disowned me.

"YOU HAVE GONE MAD! Princess Liv, how dare you!"

"What arrogance makes her swear such a thing in the presence of the king and the entire Northern Kingdom?"

"What would a woman know? Even her own mother cursed her!"

"You shame yourself creating a soul oath of such grandeur!"

"Just vow to birth 25 Northerners like the other women!"

"Ha! She is Uonsket! Who would even wish to mate with one who looks like an orc!"

Even as thousands slandered me, I didn't move from the platform. My eyes were glued solely to the countenance of the only man, I respected. The Revenant of the North. The Unbreakable, the man whom I called my father.

He raised his hand, and the crowds all turned silent. For all the grandeur of his titles all I saw was a tired old man. His current decrepit visage, a mere shadow of his once unyielding will.

"My daughter. Tell me what has pushed you to make such an impossible dream?"

I hardly ever exchanged words with my own father. Our relationship was more of a king and his subject. As he had thousands of beautiful daughters and powerful sons, I was merely one of those beneath his notice.

Swallowing my fear, I tried my best to voice out my thoughts. "Is it really so Impossible, Father? In combat none are as courageous as the North! I am sure that if rally our forces we can do it! With you leading us we can beat back the undead and reclaim…"

A sudden impact resounded. The power of the blow made the very air quake. Such a simple action as slamming his staff into the ground, showed my father's oppressive might. His legendary feat of pushing back groups of Archdemons remained uncontested to this very day!

I often was proud of the fact that I was his daughter. It was fine even if he didn't have time for me, he had to protect our entire North after all. Still, if I could help him even just a tiny bit like my mother had before me, I would be content.

"Relinquish your oath."

I couldn't believe the words my father said to me. To a Northerner who drew power from Soul Oaths, breaking them was one of the biggest taboos. To relinquish an unfulfilled oath was the worst disgrace a Northerner could possibly commit.

"W-What?"

Yet my father, the one I idolized with all my heart commanded such a thing. It was too overwhelming. Maybe he misspoke, it was impossible. My father, the Unbreakable, hero and king of the North, would never order such a thing.

"Relinquish your Oath. That is if you still wish to be my daughter."

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"…"

My heart sank. Why? That was the only thing that keep repeating in my mind. All I wanted was to reclaim our glory. I knew I was weak, but I intended to get stronger. Must my dream be denied? And by my father no less?

At my silence, Luk our head of Wisdom screamed in a loud voice, "Princess Liv, your king has given you a command! Relinquish your oath! As you are young, we will not consider you part of the Vala Rikkoja, but you must quickly Ascend to create a new vow."

Vala Rikkoja. Translated it meant "Oath Breaker." They were considered the worse scum of our society. It was truly a kindness to not be branded as one of them. But why did it even come to this? Was reclaiming our home really such a fool's errand?

"Father, may I ask why?" I inquired. My cheeks damp as my tears began to fall.

"YOU INSOLENT UONSKET SOW! What right do you have to even question his majesty's words? It seems your bitch of a mother was truly a failure! Her negligence caused our gates to fall and she cannot even raise her child properly!"

I gritted my teeth in anger at the vitriol Luk spewed at my mother. My heart wept. I couldn't even defend her name from such slander. All because I was powerless. However, I knew, talking back now wouldn't hardly help my case.

Thus, I forced myself to swallow my words and waited. Ignoring the fat weakling and his worthless remarks, I repeated my question. Maybe. Just maybe, my father would share his wisdom or give me some sort of explanation.

"Father. Please give me a reason. You can even brand me as Vala Rikkoja if you deem it to be necessary. But please tell me. Even now the undead ravages our lands yet we do nothing while our people starve and die. Why must we cower in hiding like rats? All to survive no matter the cost?"

Death Resonance leaked from all the Specters in the audience. It wasn't that I disparaged their efforts. Regardless of how we all felt, year by year the lands we held grew smaller. And with each acre taken, our people suffered even more.

'Reality does not care about your feelings or pride,' I thought inwardly.

"Liv."

Suddenly being called by my name caused me to stiffen. Due to the sheer number of his children, my father seldom called us by our names. He often just used "my son" or "my daughter". I personally believed it was because he doesn't even know our names.

"Yes, father?"

Eager to hear the thoughts of my last remaining parent, I wiped my tears and took a step forward. But his next words broke whatever illusions I may have once had.

"From this day forward, you are no daughter of mine. You will take the name Ivaldi. The city your mother failed to save. You may reclaim your name once you retake it. Until then, you are forbidden from showing yourself to me unless I summon you."

"…I-I understand your majesty," I answered feeling betrayed.

That was all our relationship amounted too. It was at that moment where I chose to let go of all the admiration and pride of my lineage. As if to insult me further, they branded me with the reminder of the wretched place that took my mother from me.

I wanted to collapse on the spot. To wail and cry for my father to take me back in. For him to reconsider. To ask if he ever loved me. But I held it all in. I couldn't appear weak. Not now. Without the protection of a Revenant, I had to be strong.

'Cry after you leave this place. Kill your heart and move forward,' I commanded myself.

"A wise judgement your majesty. Royal guard! Escort, Liv Ivaldi and throw her out of the palace! Let this be a lesson to everyone undergoing the Oath talking! Do not forget your place! Why delude yourselves into such fantasies! Survive! Procreate! That is your duty!"

Amidst Luk's embarrassing lectures about the importance of extending our bloodline, I was escorted off the stage. Whispers and insults came from everyone as I was dragged away. Such was the humiliating manner I lost my name.

The was the last time I was Erick Odinson's daughter. Six months later, I returned triumphant, not that it mattered. Ranking first in the Enlistment of North America did little to further my cause. While I changed, they all adamantly remained the same.

I have long killed whatever expectations I had for my countrymen. All hope I carried now laid with the man before me. However, unlike the cowards from the North, my beloved had the opposite the problem. He repeatedly wished to carry the burden alone.

"I-I'm sorry Liv. I just didn't have it in me to ask more of you…"

Just what in the world was this man saying! I placed upon him the fate of a land he couldn't care less about. Yet instead of blaming me, he accepted it without complaint.