The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 226: Bonus - 22: The Parvaneh’s Price of Purity—Virtuousness, Innocence, and a Dawning Realization (This bonus is kinda important, but is still skippable * Guro warning!)

Chapter 226: Bonus Chapter 22: The Parvaneh’s Price of Purity—Virtuousness, Innocence, and a Dawning Realization (This bonus is kinda important, but is still skippable * Guro warning!)

420 years ago, in a quiet village nestled on the western continent of Elyndor, a precious child was born.

Her name was Parvaneh—meaning "softness" or "butterfly" in the old tongues—and from the moment she drew her first breath, she became the undisputed joy of the entire village.

The air itself seemed lighter when she laughed, the sun warmer when she smiled.

And she grew up to be a wonderful child.

Her father was the chief, respected and strong, but that wasn’t the only reason every villager adored her.

Parvaneh carried something far rarer than lineage: an innate, effortless wisdom that belied her tender age.

Even as a small child she was often seen sitting cross-legged among the aged men and women on the low stone benches beneath the great willow at the village center.

They spoke of things like harvests long past, of battles from before her grandfather’s time, and of the stars and the old gods...

And she listened with wide, attentive eyes, nodding at the right moments, asking gentle questions that made even the grumpiest elders soften and smile.

She conversed in their wavelength, never childish or precocious, but simply present, as though she had lived many quiet lives already.

Yet when she played with children her own age, she became one of them completely:

Running barefoot through the tall grass, shrieking with laughter during tag, building mud castles by the riverbank, scraping her knees and giggling through the sting. "Haha, I fell!"

She knew exactly when to be wise and when to be innocent.

She was the embodiment of purity: untouched and unclouded, radiating a gentle light that made everyone around her feel briefly closer to something... divine.

She grew to be a pure teenager.

And that very purity gave the enemy the perfect opening to strike.

"If you can show me where your village keeps the Eye of the Star Dragon, I will stop messing with you."

The words came from a teenage girl from a neighboring village: dark-haired, sharp-featured, always dressed in black and grey like she wanted the world to know she carried shadows inside her.

She had made it a habit to cause problems: stealing crops from the outer fields, scrawling mocking runes on barn walls, spooking livestock at night.

Mainly petty cruelties, but persistent.

Parvaneh always wondered what she could do to make them friends.

One day she gathered her courage and asked outright, voice soft and earnest.

The dark-haired girl had only tilted her head and smiled thinly.

"Show me the Eye of the Star Dragon. Just let me see it. Then maybe we can be friends."

That Eye was the village’s most sacred treasure, a relic from the 8th Celestial War.

Legend said it had fallen from the Star Dragon Seraphina during her desperate battle against the evil Red Dragon.

A single, enormous crystal-blue eye the size of five grown adults curled into a ball, with a gorgeous golden slit pupil at the center that never blinked.

It glowed constantly, with a soft, ethereal light that pulsed like a heartbeat, and its blessing had protected the village from sudden threats for generations: bandits turned away at the borders, storms diverted, sicknesses and plagues mysteriously vanishing from the air days after it came.

It was locked deep in the treasure house carved into the roots of the sacred hill, guarded by wards and oaths.

Parvaneh, naïve and trusting, felt that if it was only to look—no touching or damage—it wouldn’t hurt.

It was beautiful, after all.

A living jewel of protection.

What could be wrong with sharing such beauty?

She led the dark-haired girl through the hidden passages, snuck past the silent sentinels, and into the chamber where the Eye rested on a velvet pedestal under a dome of carved crystal.

"Ah... Ah!" The dark-haired girl marveled, voice hushed with genuine awe as the blue light bathed her face. "So this is the legendary Eye of Seraphina?"

"Ah, please do not touch it!" Parvaneh warned quickly, stepping forward with small, worried hands raised. "It burns the flesh that touches it, and the wound doesn’t heal easily. Even the elders say so."

The dark-haired girl turned slowly to the pure girl and giggled, a sound like breaking glass.

"No need to worry, little butterfly. I know all about the Eye of Seraphina... I just wanted to know exactly where it was."

With a casual swipe of her hand, a dark tear ripped open in the air; jagged and leaking oily blackness.

Then strange people poured through: hard-eyed men and women in dark leathers, armed with curved blades and cruel smiles.

Among them strode a tall, dark-haired man who looked exactly like the leader of the bandit group that had tried—and failed many times—for years to breach the village borders, always repelled by the Eye’s blessing.

"H... How did you get here?!" Parvaneh tripped over her own feet and fell backward onto the cold stone floor, staring up in horror. "The Eye was supposed to stop you..."

"You foolish girl..." the dark-haired teenager laughed again, louder this time, stepping closer. "You—as the chief’s daughter—let us in. We’re guests of yours now. Right, father?"

"You did well, Coal," the dark-haired man said, rubbing her head with rough affection. "I assume we should show mercy to her at least, for letting us in."

They left Parvaneh there on the floor; curled small and trembling with fear and guilt, her eyes wide with the dawning realization.

But outside, it became a massacre.

The invaders killed without mercy.

Men and youths cut down first, then the children... their screams silenced mid-cry.

Women dragged away, violated, and slaughtered where they stood.

Elders beaten up until they stopped moving.

They took every treasure the village had ever hoarded: gold and grain, with the sacred relics.

They desecrated even the dead, resorting to raping corpses in the streets, laughing as they did it. As they had fun, with the female bandits calling them creeps.

"It is my fault... My fault... My fault..." Parvaneh could only mutter, rocking back and forth on the treasure-house floor as distant screams echoed through the passages.

She was naïve... She was powerless. She was helpless. And the Eye only glowed serenely behind her, unblinking and indifferent.

***

"Hey, Tesa, I told you to stop that! It’s not funny!"

"But my Queen, the male fairies were a failure Vaelora made. We have to take human or dwarven cock instead."

"Grrrhhh!! Tera, talk to your perverted twin!"