Chapter 6: No one is born like me
I don't like quiet mornings... not because they are annoying, but because they allow thoughts to multiply. And my mind is a crowded place even on its worst days.
I opened my eyes lying on a luxurious bed, its velvet curtains do not allow the sun to pass, as if they were trying to keep me from remembering that I was still alive. But the truth? I don't forget. I can't
I'm Rain Al-Drich. The sole heir to a family that controls the magic of death. A man came back from the back door of the yard, and no one welcomed him... except death itself.
He knocked on the door, and Alfred, the butler, came in. He carries tea with him, flour like a Swiss watch.
"Good morning, young sir."
I nodded to him silently, and took the cup. The heat of tea, light mint oils... everything is in place. Just like I like.
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Minutes later, I went out to the training ground, where Kieran was waiting for me. His military clothes, his disciplined look, his thoughtful silence... are all signs of a man who respects the system. Unlike many here, Kieran is not afraid of me. But he knows he should be careful.
"Young master, today we will continue to train to rotate the mana and build the magic foundation," he said.
I shook my head, standing in the middle, closed my eyes, letting my body breathe the mana.
Manai... not like others. It is not fire, water or air. It is the ashes, stillness, the coldness of the bones after death. Sometimes, I feel that the air itself is afraid of touching me.
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When I was born, my rank was D.
In our world, humans are born without a specific rank, and then gradually ascend after experiencing their mana at the age of ten or twelve.
But I was different. When you were born, the crystal lit a degree of D directly.
It's rare. Terrifying.
The whole family was silent that day, and it was said that my grandfather muttered, "Either it's a miracle... or a disaster."
Now, when I'm seven, I've reached rank C. This progress for my age... is unprecedented.
But I'm not trying to precede. I'm trying to dominate.
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Kieran opened a small notebook and said, "Today we will talk about the general structure of the types of magic. The world is divided into two types of schools: basic and private."
I listened silently, even though I already knew her. But sometimes, I like to see how people explain things they no longer understand as much.
"The basics are: fire, water, earth, air, and light. Anyone can control one of them according to their innate agreement."
"As for private magic, it is confined only to rare breeds. Like the magic of blood, life, and death."
He closed his notebook and looked directly at me: "The magic of blood is confined to the family of Cecilia, the lady to whom I was engaged, according to the decision of the two families."
I shook my head quietly. Cecilia... The name alone carries with it layers of meanings. A girl who always smiles with a sharp smile like knives. But behind that smile... there's something else. Something like me.
"The magic of life is related to the Lomiura family, one of the three great families. As for the light... it is the monopoly of the imperial family."
Then he lowered his voice slightly and said:
"And the magic of death... is what you are."
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I looked at my palm, then squeezed my fist.
"I will make death bow to me." I said it while smiling. I wasn't threatening anyone. I was just describing what I knew.
The air around me trembled, as if the mana understood what I mean.
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Kieran stepped back a little, but he didn't seem scared. But respectful. He said quietly:
"Sir young man... your strength is growing at an alarming speed. It's my duty to warn you... If you lose control, no one will benefit you."
I answered him in a cold voice:
"I'm not looking for control... but for obedience."
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I returned to my wings thinking: this world is doomed by force. And he who was born with a degree... No, he who was born with an understanding of death, cannot be treated as a child.
I'm not a child
I'm a warning of something that this world hasn't understood yet.
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