Sinner, traitor, exile.
—Such was Marina's reputation in Aino City.
Or perhaps, the judgment of history?
After all, no one exiled to the Mist Sea had ever returned alive. To call it the judgment of history—a final verdict—was perfectly reasonable.
Marina could accept her own infamy.
To the victor go the spoils. As the loser of a political struggle, it was naturally an unrealistic fantasy to hope for a good reputation while her enemies were in power.
But then, as Marina learned more from Muer, her expression changed in an instant!
After her exile, the upper echelons of the Divine Hall of Fertility, still not satisfied, had brought the butcher's knife down upon her family!
A prominent family of Priests, with a lineage stretching back nearly a hundred years, was annihilated in the slaughter, turned to ash and smoke, and reduced to offerings for a blood sacrifice!
Upon hearing this, Marina trembled as if struck by lightning. "How could they?!"
