As night fell over the Inkian Capital, a storm unlike any an to brew. Dark clouds rolled in ominously, crag with violent energy. Lightning split the sky, illuminating the silhouette of the two stadiums where the academy test had taken pce earlier that day.
The wind howled a haunting melody, whipping through the empty streets and rattling windows with a menag force.
As the rain began to pour in torrents, washing away the sins of the powerful and the weak alike, the storm seemed to mock the very foundations of the once-proud capital. It whispered in mog tones, eg the deceit and treachery that festered in the shadows of the city's elite.
Princess Nahwu followed the Force Departmeor, protesting all the way, “What do you mean that boy deserves the number one ranking pared to all the other partits?! He’s only just awakened his Force!”
The Force Departmeor and the lead examiners of the Force Department’s test sighed. “You fought him with everything you had. Fuided Force Arrows, and he won. Ae just awakening his Force as well.”
“But I heard he didn’t even answer all the questions in the writte!” Princess Nahwu protested again.
“From all 20 questions, he only answered 5 of them, but these 5 were the most important questions of them all. Not to mention he answered them in a creative and revolutionary way not even the professors could do,” Professor Lim Optro said.
“He’s the new genius. You o stop and think for a sed, Yhness. This academy needs him,” the man said.
“But…!” Princess Nahwu couldn’t uand. “Are you just going to ignore how he bribed his way to ehe test? He’s not ho!”
“Did you fet how you got into this academy, Princess Nahwu?” Professor Lim inquired.
Princess Nahwu immediately fell silent.
“You gairy through a special route because you're an elven princess. No exams required,” Lim sighed. “He's a prodigy, and he's someone important. The son of the Sator Family. So what if he paid more thahers? The academy is fortuo have him.”
Nahwu couldn’t fathom being lumped together with some mere human oner. She was on the verge of protesting when Lim anticipated her response.
“Calling it bribing is just a blunt way to put it. In truth, his father made a substantial donation to renovate the academy’s aging infrastructure,” Lim crified.
He went on, “They have the means, so they support us. It was simply due to missing the admission deadline. And do you want to know why they missed it?”
Nahwu's eyes widened. “Why…?”
“His mother was suffering from a ic illness for three years, only retly rec. It was her wish for him to attend the academy, a wish he was hesitant to fulfill at first due t for his mother. Now, we put this matter to rest?” Lim cluded, leaving Nahwu in a stunned silence.
Professor Lim couldn’t believe there was still an ignorant and naive princess in this pce that no longer actually respected the sacred ground of knowledge, with politics as its new beati.
“Don’t just hang out with the friends who only want you to see one side of things. Not even the professors will always have the best of your i. Open your eyes, Princess,” Lim said. “I will leave now. Be careful with the storm and don’t catch a cold.”
Lim Optro left the young princess alone in the corridor.
But Nahwu frowned. She felt something was wrong. She felt it in her spine, but she couldn’t uand why it bothered her so much. That boy was clearly ing and maniputive from the way he acted, not like normal boys his age!
But why… Why was she the one rong?
There must be something behind that Sator boy. She must find out!
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BLAAAAST!!!
The rain fell in torrents, the wind howled like a pack of hungry wolves, and lightning crackled across the sky with a fir that would make even the most seasoned pywright jealous.
Meanwhile, ihe vish walls of Marquis Wilderwood's capital mansion, Burn found himself in the living room surrounded by boxes of supposedly top-notch long swords procured by his underlings.
Four shiny swords stood before him, eae gleaming with the false promise of greatness. Burhem with a mix of disdain and amusement, realizing that none of them even came close to matg the caliber of his previous sword, let alone his own lofty standards.
With a hum, Burn ied the bdes like a dising art critic at a flea market, finding fault in every curve and edge. It was clear to him that these swords were like cheap imitations in a world of fi, g the finesse and grace that he so desperately sought.
“The bance is awful, the weight is… ughable. One is even tilted,” he sighed.
Amidst the chaos of the storm outside, the Marquis's mansion seemed to resoh Burn's sarcastic musings and exasperated sighs.
As Burn scrutihe disappointing array of swords before him, his subordinates found themselves kneeling on the ground, desperately rag their brains for ways to satisfy his elusive standards.
It was the first time they saw him, her than Mante di Sator, the current absolute owner of the Sator Mert Group, a shadowy figure shrouded in mystery.
It was a realization that sent a chill down their spines, as they had never before entered someone so formidable and intimidating. (Burn)Mante's presence alone seemed to cast a dark cloud over the room, his silent scrutiny instilling a sense of unease ihe most fident of souls.
Much, much worse thaorm outside!
The subordinates exged nervous gnces, realizing too te that their attempts to please this enigmatic figure may have been in vain.
As they k before him, they couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping in, as if they were at the mercy of a true master of manipution and power.
The facade of bravado and arrogahey had wored away in the face of (Burn)Mante's steely gaze, revealing the raw vulnerability that y beh.
In that moment, they uood the true meaning of fear, a realization that dawned on them like a dark revetion. (Burn)Mante di Sator was not just a man to be appeased; he was a force to be reed with, a figure whose very presence could strike terror into the hearts of those who dared to cross his path.
“Baby Tiger~ My Geous Kitty Lord Husband~”
Everyone plus (Burn)Mante spat out blood, their eardrums imploded in rainbows and glitters.
A beautiful—devilishly, sinfully beautiful woman with long bck hair and a sultry white dress pulled a blonde boy inside. She, the Eve of Hell’s most debauched, scivious pace, had ruihe vibe once more.
“Look, Papa~ our Evan is so tall now that he’s almost my height! It seems awakening his Fave him looooots~ of charm, right? Right, baby bird, mm~ baby love bird~”
“Bunny, stop. Your void words of choice will give these men asms,” Burn said.
Man groaned—“But you said—”
“Don’t mention what I said to you in the heat of the moment st night. What? What do you want now?” Burn sighed.
“Well, it’s time for you to give our baby your promised reward, right? I’ve given him all the clothes in his new measurements. Now’s your turn!” Man said.
Yvain, the handsome blonde boy, stepped forward. “I’m ready for your Force magic, Papa.”
Burn looked straight at Yvain, knowing that the boy had made su outstanding achievement. Not only did he pass the academy’s Force Department’s test, he was able to awaken his Force too.
“And also… because I’m able to awaken my For the process, I want one more reward,” Yvain said.
Burn hummed, thinking in silence for a moment. “Alright. Before that, choose any of these swords. Not this tilted one,” he kicked away one of the boxes.
Yvain looked at the swords, and thought, “Whie I also use as a Vision Magic’s staff?”
Man and Burn raised their eyebrows at his question.
“I think… my Force awakening had something to do with my Vision…”
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Okay, the ao my questioerday is Vd! Not the young king prihey rescued from Elysian, and not Man. If you remember, Man hadn't found her specialty yet and the young prince had just awaken his Vision and maing his first spell (basic fire spell).
you guess what exactly Vd's Vision specialty is?
