Hi There! This is a fic about Rebecca Scarlet, now the reason I made this was actually based on a joke from Weekly manga recap where they refer to Rebecca as an unimportant character. So I tried to turn that on it's head.

Anyway, Enjoy.

My name is Rebecca Scarlet, That seems to be the beginning and end of me.

I'm not important.

In most this hierarchy of magic I sit as nothing more than a commoner. Most my life I've lived for other people, specifically my siblings. I was willing to do anything for them, but I'm sure when they are fully grown they won't need me anymore.

Then I met Asta. He was only one who'd ever see me as something worth saving, someone worth standing up for, someone important.

Or so I thought.

I'm not the only one he's come to the rescue of. It's just in Atsa's nature to fight for the downtrodden. I'm just another on his list of people he's saved on his journey toward the title of wizard king. I couldn't help when the children were kidnapped, I couldn't go with the magic knights on their quest to retrieve the legendary magic stones. Not like Asta and his comrades. All I could do was give him his first kiss.

When I heard Asta came back from the seabed temple triumphant at the cost of his arms. I wanted to go to him, see if I could help, see if I could finally repay him back for all he's done for me. But, then I remembered, what can I do? I have no healing magic, no connections to powerful medical mages, I could contribute nothing. I'd be nothing but a space filler.

His arms were mended, and he went off on many more adventures, while I could only lurk in the background, staring at his back. He faced the third eye with courage and bravery in epic clashes. But all I did was hear tales of these exploits. Never beside Asta like Luck or Finral or Vanessa or… Noelle.

After his years of struggle he reached his dreams, ascending to the title of wizard king. I got to watch as just another face in the crowd as the clover kingdom watched king Julius Nova Chrono give his throne to Asta. I was right about my siblings. They grew up to be great members of society clover society. I rarely see them now, after all, they have their own lives and families to care for.

All these years having past and all I held dear now was that kiss. But even that meant nothing now that Asta and Noelle had married. I didn't even get an invitation to that royal wedding, at most I get to see them when they walked through the streets with their young son. I did this like so many other average citizens who flock to see the royal family out and about.

I would just sit in the church alone only known as the girl who shared the wizard king's first kiss. But in hindsight, I really wasn't that important.

And the end. Sorry if it wasn't spectacular, I just wanted to try something unique for a small podcast. Leave a comment or critism, I always helps.