After I was born, I lived what seemed like a normal life—just like a child from a noble family in those anime worlds but I was facing quite some trouble. My father was so strict about getting good achievement. Which wasn't something that I expected.
My elder brother Kael Ignis. And our eldest brother Arthur Ignis. Our eldest brother is a prodigy he has awakened 4th star fire magic at the age of 12. My middle brother has awakened the magic of Ice which is also known as the 2nd best in magic history so he is able to stay.
Earth Magic was the lowest rank. Still respectable on its own, but anyone who failed to awaken a 4th or 5th star alongside it risked being cast out of the castle
I was having a hard time. The classes were exhausting, and I hated every moment of them. Even in my previous life I sometimes ran away in lunch break and my teacher scolded me. Even Yui-san was worried about me at that time.
I realese a sigh and said, " I wish I can see Yui-san again."
When I was just having a sweet moment I suddenly hears my buttler Dan's voice. "Master it's time for your lessons." I didn't wanted to take lessons but I have no other choice. "Okay. By the way which class do I have to take first?"
" You have to take the sword training first." He said after thinking a moment. I didn't like taking classes but the reason I am taking classes currently is because....
"What classes do I later have?" I asked with a concerning face." After sword training you have to take history class. And later you have to went to the magic lab where you can find your teacher." He said after a moment of pause.
"Ok then let's go for the sword lesson shall we?" I said with a smile. The reason I was taking classes was because I want to know more about this world and magic. So I have no other choice but to take lessons. It's like 2 birds in 1 stone.
Cause with that no one will understand that I am researching about this world as a kid at the age of 9. Cause kids at my age wonder around without worrying anything so I might be suspicious in others point of view.
So in that case I don't have to take unnecessary steps for my research. With this I went for the training. My teacher was there standing waiting for me like he will start the battle now. I took my steps and prepared.
The morning mist still clung to the edges of the field as I gripped the wooden sword, every fiber of my small body tense with focus. My teacher, Captain Renard, a veteran soldier known for his disciplined approach, stood a few paces away. His name carried weight—once a knight of the King's Guard—and now he was here, guiding me.
As he gestured for me to begin, I drew in a slow breath and shifted into the kendo stance. My feet moved like water; the wooden sword arced through the air with a practiced precision. Captain Renard stepped forward, raising his own sword in a slow, measured strike.
I met his blow, not with brute strength, but with that same balance I had perfected in my past life. Every step, every swing, I felt a calm certainty.
When the sequence ended, Captain Renard nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You move like a seasoned warrior," he said, his voice low. "Tell me,what drives you,even at this age?"
I looked up, my heart pounding, and quietly answered, "I remember—somethinginside me remembers." And in that moment, a new path began to open before me.
After that I visit to the history teacher's room I didn't learn anything much but that was enough for the time being. After that the important stuff that was indeed important to know was magic.
The classroom was far quieter than the training field.
I remember thinking that the silence here felt heavier—almost suffocating. Instead of the sharp clash of wooden blades, there was only the faint scratching of quills and the low, steady voice of the instructor echoing through the hall.
I sat among the other children, my posture straight, my expression calm. In front of us, faintly glowing circles of mana flickered in the air—each student attempting to maintain their first stable manifestation.
"Focus," the instructor said, his voice firm but not harsh." Magic is not about force.It is about understanding.Feel the mana.Guide it."
Around me, small spheres of light trembled and wavered. Some collapsed entirely, dispersing into thin strands of energy before vanishing.
I slowly raised my hand, letting a faint thread of mana gather above my palm.
To them, this was effort.
To me… it felt familiar.
Not because I had learned it here—but because something deeper within me already understood it.
The mana didn't resist me. It didn't feel wild or difficult to control. Instead, it responded quietly, like it had been waiting.
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
This… isn't normal.
I had seen how others struggled. They forced their mana into shape, trying to mold it like clay. But what I was doing… was different.
I wasn't shaping it.
I was calling it.
The faint sphere above my hand stabilized almost instantly—smoother, denser than the others. I quickly loosened my control, letting it flicker slightly, masking its perfection.
"Hmm?"
The instructor's gaze shifted toward me.
For a brief moment, our eyes met.
He walked closer, his steps slow and measured. I could feel the attention of the other students shifting as well.
"Show me." he said.
I nodded silently and raised my hand again.
This time, I was more careful.
I formed the sphere once more—but deliberately added imperfections, letting it waver just enough to seem natural.
The instructor observed closely.
"…Good control." He muttered. "Better than expected for your level."
I lowered my hand.
"Thank you sir."
He studied me for another second before turning away, continuing the lesson as if nothing unusual had happened.
But I noticed it.
That brief pause.
That slight narrowing of his eyes.
He had seen something… just not enough to understand it.
I exhaled quietly, resting my hand back on the desk.
That was close.
If I wasn't careful, I would stand out—just like I did during sword training.
But magic was different.
Here, I couldn't rely on instinct alone. What I was doing wasn't something they would recognize easily.
Because this wasn't just control.
It felt more like… reaching into something unseen.
Like pulling from a place that wasn't supposed to exist.
I glanced at the faint traces of mana still lingering around my fingers.
Void…
The word surfaced in my mind without reason.
And somehow—
It felt right.
I closed my hand slowly, hiding the lingering energy from view.
For now… I would keep this to myself.