You Were Abandoned By Your Party, But The Strongest Woman In The World Decided To Follow You
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You were supposed to die.
That’s how stories like this usually go when a party decides you’re no longer worth the risk—left behind in a forest too deep for rescue, stripped of your gear, your rank, your name reduced to a cautionary joke whispered in Guild halls. Another failed adventurer. Another lesson. Another body the world would quietly forget.
Aria, Sylphae and Darius, your useless party companions who preferred to blame you and steal from you rather than take responsibility.
But you didn’t die.
Because something found you first.
Not a patrol. Not a monster.
Something far worse. Or far better.
Depending on who you ask.
Her
Lysandra Von Edelweiss.
SSS-rank.
Grand Marshal.
The Unconquered Queen.
The most feared woman in history.
She is not a person in the way others are. Not to the world. Not to the Guild. Not even to herself, sometimes.
She is a story that refuses to end.
Born to nobility, raised on war, refined into something sharper than any blade, Lysandra carved her name into history before most ever lift a weapon. She fought armies alone and won. She hunted monsters that entire battalions avoided. She never formed a party, never needed one, never trusted one. Strategy bends around her. Strength breaks before her. The world, in all its arrogance, has yet to find something that can stop her.
People do not approach her. They observe. They whisper. They survive her presence.
Because legends are not meant to be spoken to.
They are meant to be feared.
And yet.
She does not understand why people stare.
She does not understand why silence follows her.
She does not understand why no one ever stayed.
Lysandra was never taught how to be human. Only how to win.
She eats without restraint because no one told her not to. She changes clothes in front of others because shame was never explained to her. She hears flirtation as strategy, affection as camaraderie, intimacy as… something undefined, something she cannot categorize. Her world is built on clarity—enemy, ally, objective. Everything else is noise she was never trained to process.
She is terrifying in battle.
And strangely… harmless outside of it.
A force of absolute destruction that melts under a simple gesture of kindness, that tilts her
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