Months and seasons have passed until I become five years old. I tried to fully comprehend this world . I read many books to understand how it works.

It is the realm of magic and mana, people are born with different and varying magic powers.

There are even magical creatures of which I had only heard of in legends, such as griffins, winged horses, and fairies ,creatures of striking beauty, who have tendencies toward the elements of nature,

Humans with very high mana, or as some call them the chosen ones, can form a contract with spirits for the aim of obtaining an elemental force with great control and abundant mana energy.

But the last contract was concluded two centuries ago by ten people referred as Legends, after that until now no one could do it and the reason remained unknown.

As for the place I belong to, it is the Empire of Andric, one of the greatest empires in the continent, which proceeds with a class system or what is called the arrangement of status, where people are divided into nobles and commoners, however power has the upper hand.

There are three major families with power and influence, the Aeolus family specializes in the element of wind, Bardo the water , and Herodotus the fire.

The biggest problem here is that these families are in complete competition to obtain the title of the strongest, and it can be said that each one of them seeks to annihilate the other.

This means that I was born in the most perilous and dangerous environment, where my status does not guarantee my safety 

-"Young master, where are you?"

The servants are looking for me again, why don't they leave me alone for a while

It's all because of my mother, she'stoo caring for me

-"Here you are. You always hide in the library. Let's go. Class has started and the teacher is waiting you."

I got up from the pile of books and the maid escorted me into the study room

-"Okay, let's go."

in the palace

Haaaa ,I started to yawn

The feeling of boredom is

beginning to overwhelm me,

whenwill the class end?

-"Young master, you should

concentrate on your studies. You are the only heir of the family. You should take this position seriously."

-"Yes, yes, I am focused."

Tsk.... How of a strict man he is.

This person is my teacher, Mr. Carl Uris, a genius of his generation, a meticulous human being with a sharp intellect and amazing insight

My mother hired him specifically to teach me, but he is annoying and strict

The corner of his mouth rose and he looked at me mockingly

- "Ooh Really?... Then answer this question, what is the difference between a fire magician from the Herodotus family and an ordinary one?"

-"A normal user consumes his own mana in order to turn it into fire,while we form it without any mana.

But if we want to increase the

power of the fire, we need to use our mana."

The teacher looked at me surprised and confused by my ability to answer

-"Yes, that's all true. It's good that you paid attention to the lesson."

Carl started muttering to himself

-"No wonder they call him a genius.

Someone his age wouldn't be able to answer this question. That means he's understood the concept of mana and how to use it.

Sometimes I can't believe he's a

five-year-old."

While the teacher was immersed in his thoughts,

I was waiting for the end of the lesson, second by second, watching the clock hanging on the wall

Finally, the class ended, I jumped out of my seat, giving farewell to the teacher

- "Oh, look, Master, time is up."

Now it's time for chivalry lesson,see you later..."

Mr Carl stood in my way, a nervous look on his face and his eyeballs wandering into the hollows of his eyes

-"Umm...about that, the lady extended the class time, so the class isn't over yet."

- "What? When did this happen?"

With a confused smile he said

-"Sir, as you know, these are the orders, i have no hands in this."

-"Ugh...ok"

I sat in a place despite my wrath 

I have to seek an audience with mother right after class

In the palace garden

- "What a bright and warm

day."

The lady spoke while sipping tea, the warm breeze playing with her silky hair, the reflection of the sun's rays making it look like golden threads

Her beauty is dazzling, it captured Lucy for a moment, causing her to mutter words in her thoughts

- "Oh, my God, despite how long I have served the lady, I am still mesmerized every day by how beautiful she is ,she looks like fairies."

Lucy awoke from her stupor, and then cheerfully answered the lady

- "Yes, ma'am. It's a wonderful day for a picnic. It would have been better if both Master and the young Master were there to enjoy the weather."

- "That's right, but they're both busy, I don't want to disrupt Akir's studies with such trivial things."

- "Ah...you're right, ma'am."

Lucy replied with a look of

confusion on her face

Finally, the lesson ended. 

This is unbelievable. 

I will talk to my mother about this. How could she extend my study hours without my permission? 

I went directly to the garden, the place my mother frequently went to.

All your senses are refreshed from the moment you cross the iron gate, the smell of flowers and their wonderful view, of various types and colors, in addition to other plants, even the rare ones. Elegantly coordinated, which makes it stand out wonderfully.

Unfortunately, behind this fragrant and this beauty hides a sad and painful past.

Its existence dates back to a long period, during the reign of one of the family's ancestors, "Roger Herodotus",

He built it for his only daughter, so this garden was named after her "Rose Garden".

Rose was the only daughter among three children, unlike all her siblings, she was born different.

Although she was a powerful mage with high mana, she did not inherit the fire element

This put her under a lot of pressure, because she is the weakest link in the struggle towards inheritance.

The surprising thing about the story is that the progenitor, Roger, never hated or rejected his daughter, or rather, he could not do that.

Rose inherited an affinity for plants from her mother, the witch of forest spirits, Lady Jasmine, which explains her strong affection for plants and nature since childhood.

She always played in the garden and took care of the flowers on her balcony

Roger loved his wife dearly, a bright and radiant woman, whose smile captivates you without realization 

He saw his wife's reflection in the eyes of his daughter Rose, which made him love her deeply.

So he did everything he could to protect her from this struggle and make her happy

He built the garden as a sanctuary for her, and supported her in developing her strength.

Contrary to what everyone expected, Rose's power grew and flourished thanks to her father's love and support, 

but this was reflected negatively on her, as it was a spark that ignited problems in the palace

The other brothers felt threatened by Rose.

Their concern about their father's behavior and their fear of the family's deterioration led them to unite to get rid of her.

The conflict moved from a war of brothers for the inheritance to a war against the head of the family.

They fought their father , the most difficult obstacle and biggest supporter of Rose

Because he is not an easy person, the intensity of the conflict increased taking a long time.

During which Roger exhausted greatly, time and the unity of the struggle did not spare him and increased the burden on his shoulders.

But what hurt him the most was His heart was hurt a lot, his vision of the state of his children and his fear of what would happen to Rose if he was absent from her, all of this made his heart weaken greatly

In the end he couldn't protect her.

He watched her dead body lies in her favorite garden, while her blood stains the flowers and marble chairs red

He couldn't stand the sight, His legs became weak, unable to hold him anymore ،his defense was exposed, he didn't seem to be able to attack or defend himself...

It was the best opportunity to pounce on him

Roger was killed in front of his daughter's corpse, the sword pierced his back, while he bent over watching the last expressions on his precious daughter's face, wondering how he couldn't protect her

Even after these bloody events, the conflict between the brothers continued and intensified, with assassinations, treachery, betrayal.

In the end, the second son was victorious and assumed power.

During the period wich he ruled was considered as the worst period in the history of the Herodotus family.

Despite the beauty of the place, it carries sad memories. I don't know why mother loves this place

I found her sitting drinking tea, i went rushing towards her

-"Mother"

With the same bright smileon her face as always, she greeted me

-"Oh Akir come my lovely child, have you finished your lessons?"

- "Yes mother, I have finished all my lessons...but I have something to discuss with you."

- "Really? What do you want to ask me about that makes you so concerned?"

-"Actually, I wonder why you adjusted my schedule and cancelled my swordmanship training time."

The smile disappeared, and a blank expression appeared on her face

-"Why do you need to master the sword when you're going to be the strongest fire mage, the priority here is for magic lessons, isn't it?"

- "But what if I don't become the strongest mage, then I should at least master the sword?"

She grabbed my shoulders very hard And came close to my face

- "Don't ever say that again, do you hear me?"

A frightening look, grimaceous teeth almost broken from the severity of the dishes on them, red eyes protruding

Beauty has disappeared from her eyes

She started yelling at me

- "Do you understand, do you understand?"

- "Yes, yes, I understand, I will not say that again, I promise you."

My mother returned to normal and said with a smile and a soft voice

-"Well done, this is my son."

What is this.... It's scary, very scary. Is that really my mother ? Her facial expressions changed completely

I must never make her angry again

She tilted her head, a smile still on her face

-"Honey, would you like a cup of tea?"

-"Yes, I want"

It would not be wise to decline her request now when she looks at me with this psycho smile. 

I sat down beside her, while one of the servants poured her tea.

She looked at me with suspicious looks, with narrow eyes as if they were contemplating what was going on inside me, accompanied by a wide smile. She spoke in a quiet voice.

-"You have two years left until you're seven, right?

-"Yes, this is correct"

-"I can't wait for you to dazzle them with your strength and become the greatest mage in the history of the family...no, even in the continent's history."

-"Oh, yeah, I hope so too."

The age of seven is the most important age for any person in this world, in which the fate and future of man are determined.

When children reach this age, they go to a place called "Tower of Spirits".

It is served by people in white who call themselves the Spirituals.

They were born with powers that allow them to manipulate and understand spirits.

In that place the child's magic type, the amount of mana he has, and the type of affinity are discovered and measured

The high-end towers receive nobles, ancient families, and those with inherited elements

As for the ordinary towers, they receive commons, where the normal magical abilities that are used in ordinary life or to perform certain actions are discovered.

The opportunity to discover different and unique individuals is not very rare, often they join to serve the upper class or knights, or some of them deviate to become mercenaries or assassins

As for me, my ability is already known since I was born, because the fire of the Herodotus family is a hereditary thing. The worrying thing is the amount of mana and strength i might have

Herodotus' family has seen many individuals with low fire power or completely different abilities like the Lady Rose. They are often shunned and become corpses in the aftermath of the War of Inheritance.

This problem has a huge impact on my family 

To avoid a repeat of the events of that bloody era, my father took several insane measures..