Chapter 1: Jon Atrea wants a life

My name is Jon, a common name often used by the public. 

My first name came from the Ophirian word Dark, since I was born under the moonlight after the date of the death of a vicious Evil God name Noj.

I am the third son of Carmelo and Josie Atrea, a Marquis clan of the Ophirian Empire.

My two elders brothers were talented in magic and sword.

They loved sportsmanship and companionship. 

They were destined to live happy life, together with their future spouses.

How about me? I will live a terrible life.

Why do you ask? It is hard to explain in words, but this is a common denominator for the lousy noble children of my age.

I am... I am a talentless nobody.

I trained myself to death to improve my swordsmanship, but the instructor told me I showed him an average skill. But deep inside, he told me that I ain't bless in the sword. 

My elder brother Carlos was able to beat him at the age of 9 upon his first training under him, though. 

At only the age of 9, I failed to beat him up. And this little body of mine was sent into the infirmary instead. 

My story is not yet done there.

Since I failed to get an acknowledgment from the sword instructor, I grabbed the opportunity to study magic. 

My elder brother Cesar was the one who recommended it to me. 

At the age of 9, he was able to reach the 5th Circle. And he defeated an 8th Circle instructor at the age of 12. 

He was truly blessed with magic. Everyone believed he would reach the 10th Circle on/before he reached the age of 30. 

But that was the opposite fate for me.

The mana I possessed was zero. I have zero talent in terms of magic. 

My emotion was starting to get entangled. I sensed mixed feelings of desperation and frustration inside my heart.

'Why am I talentless? I don't understand at all.' - These are the words I keep asking inside my head.

When I was starting to lose my confidence, my mother advised me to pray. 

"God is only testing the people who he is in favor with, so don't lose your hope, Jon," whispered Mother in my ear. Then, she gave me a hug and petted my head. 

I cried inside my head. My mother gave me a new reason to live. 

Henceforth, I always go to church and pray. I never doubt her words since God is merciful to his followers. 

I never stopped believing until one day I met her.

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Elizabeth von Heisenberg, the daughter of a renowned Duke family. Heisenberg is one of the four ducal families with royal lineage. 

I was happy when I faced her in person. Her blonde hair shone like the light of the sun in the dawn. 

With every movement she did, she looked elegant like a doll.

She looked magnificent in her golden white gown.

She was so friendly with the others, and she showed utmost respect to the elders regardless of their lineage. 

I took the courage to introduce myself, but I keep searching for an opening to do that.

But when the opportunity arrived, her eyes shot me with a death glare. It was full of bloodlust.

"Y, y, you... Jon Atrea," fumed Elizabeth. "Pardon? How did you know my name? I haven't introduced myself yet," I asked gently with a confused face. "This time for sure.... You will di-," Elizabeth paused upon seeing a person she knew. Her sapphire pupils trembled and her lips curled up upon seeing him.

'Charles!' A drop of a liquid dropped from her eyes like someone finally saw a person who died at war.

"You... You will definitely fail this time," Elizabeth declared quietly that only she could hear.

At that moment, my heart crashed as I saw my crush go into the gathering to invite a black-haired nobleman. 

'Wow... who the heck is that?' I asked inside my head. 

Apparently, I heard from my trusted servants that his name was Charles von Erichman. He is the son of a fallen Count family in the countryside. 

He is born talented in swordsmanship and magic at the age of 9. 

I wonder what kind of man he is. 

He is too handsome than me. I envy his position right now. 

He is surrounded by beautiful girls. They are surrounded like a flock of sheep.

Man, I hope I can become his friend someday.

We are the same age. We're both 12. But the gap of power between us is too high. He is above me. 

I wish I can become like someone other than my siblings.

But as I looked at the two, I sensed a disturbance inside my heart. 

'Why the princess treated me like a piece of shit earlier?' I questioned inside my head. 

 

 

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