If the lifespan of fairies and the period of blessings were equivalent, what would happen? There's no way things would be peaceful for a hundred years, so please face reality.

My older sister was chosen as the fairy's beloved child. The family was overjoyed. The story goes that if you're chosen by a fairy, the place where you live becomes prosperous. My sister is a selfish monster, and my parents are approval-seeking monsters. I'm supposed to be the next lord, but reading the times, everything will probably be lost in the future anyway. Being neglected and exploited drains any motivation I might have. I left the house, ignoring my bewildered parents. The girl gazed at the wheat-colored landscape, feeling warm and fuzzy from encountering pure animals.