ã€ŠThe reincarnation of the disaster princeã€‹


 My new life

    Akira Kimora slouched in his seat as the train swayed gently along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter almost lulling him into a daze. It had been a long, grueling day at the office, and the late hour weighed heavily on his shoulders. The exhaustion was visible on his face¡ªhis tie loosened, his shirt slightly wrinkled.

    Yet, despite the fatigue, Akira rummaged through his bag and pulled out a well-worn manga. The colorful cover promised a world far removed from deadlines and overbearing supervisors. As the train rolled on, he flipped open the pages, letting the story''s humor and action gradually chip away at the stress that clung to him like a shadow.

    Just as he began to lose himself in the tale, the buzz of his phone snapped him back to reality. With a resigned sigh, he pulled the device from his pocket, glancing at the screen. His heart sank. It was his boss.

    Reluctantly, Akira answered, trying to mask the irritation in his voice.

    "Kimora," his boss barked, not even bothering with pleasantries. "I need you to come back to the office. We''re swamped, and I could use your help finishing up these reports. I''ll pay you extra."

    For a moment, Akira stared blankly at his reflection in the train window, the faint excitement of his manga escape fading away. He wanted to say no, to excuse himself with exhaustion, but he knew he couldn''t afford to turn down extra pay. With a deep sigh, he replied, "Understood, I''ll be there soon."

    As the train pulled into the next station, Akira closed the manga, shoved it back into his bag, and stood up. His night of rest would have to wait.

    Akira sighed deeply as he stared at his reflection in the train window, his fingers absently gripping the strap of his bag. He knew he was exhausted, but refusing his boss''s request wasn''t an option¡ªnot when his parents had been asking for more money each month. His dad''s medical bills and his mom''s growing expenses weren''t going to pay themselves, and Akira, ever the dutiful son, couldn''t bear to say no to their demands.

    "Guess I''ll do it," he muttered to himself, a mix of resignation and frustration in his voice. He stepped off the train at the next stop, pulling out his phone to call a taxi. The office wasn''t far, but walking wasn''t an option¡ªnot in his current state.

    The taxi arrived quickly, and Akira climbed in, giving the driver his destination. As they rolled through the quiet streets, Akira let his head rest against the window, the manga he''d been reading now a distant memory. The glow of streetlights danced across his tired eyes as he mentally prepared for another round of work.

    When he finally arrived at the office, the building was eerily quiet, save for a handful of coworkers who were still burning the midnight oil. As Akira stepped inside, they immediately took notice of him, exchanging knowing glances and snickers.

    "Well, well, look who it is¡ªMr. Goody Two Shoes," one of them sneered, leaning back in his chair.

    "Did the boss call you in again? Man, I swear you''d jump off a bridge if he asked," another chimed in, shaking his head with mock pity.

    Akira clenched his jaw but said nothing. He''d grown used to their teasing, but it still stung. He knew they pitied him just as much as they mocked him, always whispering behind his back about how he could never say no, how he was just a pushover desperate to please everyone.

    "Yeah, yeah," he muttered under his breath as he sat down at his desk, opening up his laptop. The glow of the screen illuminated his weary face as he got to work. He tried to drown out their laughter and snide remarks, telling himself it didn''t matter. After all, he was here for a reason¡ªto support his family, no matter the cost to himself.

    Akira''s night took a sharp and tragic turn. The sharp pain in his chest had worsened as he tried to push through his exhaustion. When he collapsed, the chaos around him became a blur¡ªthe panicked voices, his coworkers scrambling to call for help, and the piercing sound of the ambulance siren arriving too late. Darkness overtook him, and for a brief moment, everything was still.

    When Akira opened his eyes again, he found himself standing before a massive golden gate, its intricate designs shimmering in a light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. He blinked in disbelief, realizing what this place was.

    "So this is heaven?" Akira murmured, a wave of relief washing over him. "Finally... I can rest."

    But just as a smile crept onto his face, a sudden, powerful force yanked him backward. He cried out in confusion, his surroundings dissolving into a blinding vortex of light and shadows. Amid the chaos, a serene but commanding angelic voice echoed:

    "Rule the new kingdom, savior."

    "What?! No! Wait a minute¡ª" Akira shouted, but the force was relentless. Before he could make sense of what was happening, he was plunged into a suffocating darkness. He felt himself falling endlessly, his senses dulled except for the strange sensation of being pulled toward something¡ªor someone.

    When he finally came to, Akira gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to gather his bearings. Everything felt... off. His body was too small, his movements sluggish, and his surroundings unfamiliar. He sat up, his head pounding as he scanned the lavish room around him. The walls were adorned with tapestries, and the furniture was unlike anything he''d ever seen¡ªornate, expensive, and medieval in style. A large bed with a canopy loomed behind him, and sunlight streamed in through stained-glass windows.

    "What... What is this place?" Akira muttered, startled by the sound of his own voice. It was high-pitched, almost childlike. Panic began to set in as he raised his hands, noticing how small and delicate they were.

    Beside him, a young maid stood frozen, her wide green eyes filled with shock. She was petite, with soft freckles dusting her cheeks and brown hair tied back into a neat bun. The moment Akira''s gaze met hers, she flinched slightly, as if startled by something she saw.

    "W-what''s going on?!" Akira demanded, his voice trembling. "Bring me a mirror¡ªnow!"

    The maid hesitated but quickly obeyed, rushing to fetch a small, ornate hand mirror from a nearby table. She handed it to him with trembling hands. Akira snatched it, his heart racing as he stared at the reflection.

    The face staring back at him was not his own. It was that of a young boy, no older than ten, with tousled dark hair and wide, inquisitive eyes. Akira''s confusion deepened as he tried to process what had happened.

    "This... This isn''t me," he whispered, his hands shaking as he touched his face. "What the hell is going on?"

    The maid, still visibly shocked, knelt down beside him. "Young Master... Are you feeling unwell? Should I call the physician?"

    Akira turned to her, still gripping the mirror tightly. He didn''t know who he was now or why he was here, but one thing was certain¡ªhis life had taken a turn far beyond anything he could have imagined.

    The maid returned quickly with the mirror in hand, her puzzled expression mirroring Akira''s confusion. She watched him intently as he took the mirror, concern evident in her voice as she asked, "Young Master, what''s wrong? Are you feeling ill again?"

    But Akira didn''t answer. His entire focus was on the face staring back at him in the mirror. A frail boy with pale skin, jet-black hair, and striking red eyes met his gaze. The sight startled him so much that his grip tightened, and with a loud crack, the mirror shattered in his hands.

    The maid jumped back in alarm, her hands flying to her mouth. "Young Master!" she cried, but before she could say more, she bolted from the room to fetch the physician.

    Akira barely registered her departure. Guilt washed over him as he stared at the shards of glass on the floor. "What have I gotten myself into?" he muttered under his breath, his hands trembling. He bent down instinctively to pick up the pieces, ignoring the sharp sting as the broken edges cut into his palms. Blood trickled from the wounds, but he barely noticed, too overwhelmed by the reality of his situation.

    Moments later, the maid returned with the physician, an older man with a stern face and gentle hands. They both froze upon seeing Akira crouched on the floor, blood dripping from his hands.

    "What are you doing?!" the maid cried, rushing to him. She grabbed his arms and hoisted him effortlessly, carrying him toward the bed.

    Akira was mortified. His soul was that of a grown man, yet this petite maid had carried him as if he weighed nothing. "I-I''m fine! Put me down!" he stammered, his face burning with embarrassment.

    But the maid ignored him, laying him down gently on the bed. The physician stepped forward, his face a mix of worry and disapproval. "Young Master, harming yourself will not help your condition. Let me see your hand."

    "Harming myself?!" Akira exclaimed, realizing how things must have looked. "No, it''s not like that! I didn''t mean to¡ª" He paused, struggling to find the right words. "Look, I''m not who you think I am. I''m not this boy! My soul doesn''t belong here¡ªI''m from another world!"

    The maid and physician exchanged uneasy glances. Clearly, they didn''t know how to respond. "Young Master," the maid said softly, her green eyes filled with worry. "You''ve been very sick lately. Perhaps this is just... confusion?"

    The physician nodded cautiously. "Yes, let''s focus on your injuries first."

    A soft glow suddenly emanated from the physician''s hand as he moved it over Akira''s injured palm. Akira flinched at first, but then a soothing warmth enveloped him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt¡ªcomforting and serene, like being held by a mother for the first time. He stared in awe as the cuts on his hand closed before his eyes, leaving smooth, unblemished skin behind.

    "What... What was that?" Akira asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

    The physician raised an eyebrow. "Your Highness, you don''t know what magic is?"

    The maid gasped softly, her hand flying to her chest. Akira realized his mistake too late. His pulse quickened as he scrambled to cover for himself. "I-I mean... Of course I do! It''s just that, uh, the illness... It''s made my memories a bit fuzzy." He forced an awkward smile, hoping they would buy his excuse.

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    The physician and maid exchanged a glance but seemed to accept his explanation. "That''s understandable," the physician said kindly. "You''ve been through a lot. Rest now, Young Master, and let us handle everything."

    Akira nodded, relieved they didn''t press further. As the maid adjusted the pillows behind him, he leaned back, his thoughts racing. "Magic, huh?" he murmured to himself. This wasn''t just another world¡ªit was a world with powers beyond anything he''d ever known.

    Whatever role this frail boy played, Akira had a sinking feeling he was going to have to figure it out fast.

    The doctor''s expression darkened as he prepared to explain, his tone tinged with both sorrow and unease. Akira sat on the edge of the bed, trying to maintain his composure, though the weight of the situation pressed heavily on his chest.

    "The queen... she still comes after me?" Akira asked hesitantly, his voice betraying his nervousness.

    The doctor paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "Forgive me, Your Highness. It''s clear your memory loss has clouded your understanding of the situation. Let me explain."

    Akira leaned forward, listening intently.

    "You are Prince Theodore Dominick, the first and only son of the late Queen Urian," the doctor began. "She was the daughter of the North Duke, a noble family known for their unmatched influence in the northern territories. Your birth should have been a time of great joy and celebration... but it wasn''t."

    Akira frowned, his confusion growing. "Why not?"

    "Because," the doctor said, his voice heavy with regret, "the Marquis¡ªa cunning and ambitious noble¡ªmanipulated the king into remarrying mere months after Queen Urian passed. The new queen took her place, but she saw you, the rightful heir, as a threat to her ambitions."

    The doctor paused to let the words sink in before continuing. "The new queen maltreated you from the start. She ensured your health would deteriorate, isolating you from the palace staff and withholding care and resources. The state of this mansion, your frail body... it''s all her doing."

    Akira clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "And the king? My... father? What about him?"

    The doctor lowered his gaze. "His Majesty... he is blinded by the queen''s schemes. He has neglected you, unaware of the suffering you endure under her rule."

    Akira felt a chill run down his spine. The story of the prince''s life, now his life, unfolded like a tragedy. A cruel stepmother, a negligent father, and a household left in ruin. And now, he realized with growing dread, the queen might still be trying to eliminate him.

    "My life is in danger, then," Akira said softly, the reality settling in.

    The doctor nodded solemnly. "Indeed. That is why you must be cautious, Your Highness. The queen''s influence runs deep."

    Akira exhaled slowly, his mind racing. He needed to understand this world, its dangers, and how to survive. "Doctor," he said, straightening his posture, "I need to know more. What is magic? Can I use it?"

    The doctor looked surprised by the sudden shift in topic, but he quickly adjusted, recognizing the determination in Akira''s voice. "Magic is the lifeblood of this kingdom," he explained. "It is the ability to manipulate the energy of the world around us. Some are born with natural affinity, others must train. However..."

    "However?" Akira prompted.

    The doctor hesitated, his expression darkening again. "You, Prince Theodore, cannot use magic. You''ve been cursed."

    "Cursed?" Akira repeated, his voice rising. "How?"

    "It is a curse placed upon you at a young age, one that blocks your aura and prevents you from channeling magic. It is likely the queen''s doing or someone working on her behalf. Without magic, your body is frail, your health weak, and your future... uncertain."

    Akira''s jaw tightened. He felt anger boiling within him, not just at the queen, but at the unfairness of it all. This world seemed as cruel as the one he left behind. He couldn''t use magic, he was malnourished, and now, his life was at stake.

    "What can I do about it?" he asked, his voice firm despite the storm of emotions inside him.

    The doctor sighed. "To lift a curse is no simple task. You would need powerful magic¡ªperhaps a divine artifact, or the intervention of a skilled mage."

    Akira leaned back, considering his options. "Is there a library here? A place where I can learn more about magic and curses?"

    The doctor hesitated, but then nodded. "Yes, the mansion has a library. Though it has been neglected like the rest of the estate, you may still find something of value there. I can guide you."

    Akira nodded, gripping his stick as he rose to his feet. "Then take me there. If I can''t rely on magic now, I''ll find another way to survive. I''ll gather knowledge, no matter what it takes."

    The doctor saw the fire in Akira''s eyes and felt a chill run through him. This boy¡ªno, this man¡ªwas different from the prince he had known. He was determined, even dangerous. "As you wish, Your Highness."

    With that, the doctor led Akira toward the dusty halls of the library, unaware of the dark resolve growing within him. Akira wasn''t just planning to survive¡ªhe was planning to win.

    The doctor explained the fundamentals of magic, delving into its essence and how it functioned. He clarified why Akira was unable to use magic, attributing it to a curse inflicted upon him at a young age. According to the doctor, Akira''s magical aura was completely blocked¡ªa malicious act likely orchestrated by someone targeting the prince in his infancy.

    The revelation left Akira seething with anger. He clenched his fists, fury surging through him as he began piecing together his next move. His survival depended on finding a solution. With determination in his voice, he asked the doctor if there was a library where he could search for books on magic. The doctor nodded and guided him toward the library, offering silent support as Akira steadied himself on a walking stick and began moving.

    Each step down the hallway was slow, but purposeful. The corridor stretched wide, its walls adorned with faded paintings coated in layers of dust. The air smelled of neglect. Akira''s heart ached as he thought about his new father¡ªthe man who had ignored him in this life, just as his previous father had in the past life. The loneliness he felt was suffocating. He couldn''t help but wonder why his fate always seemed to spiral into misfortune.

    But as the self-pity began to take hold, Akira stopped and slapped his own cheek. The sharp sting grounded him. Enough, he thought. He had a chance to change his destiny, and he wouldn''t squander it.

    Despite lingering doubts, Akira pressed forward, resolute in his quest to find a cure.

    When they arrived, Akira''s breath caught in his throat. The library was vast, its shelves towering and seemingly endless. Books filled every corner, some stacked high, others floating gently through the air. It was like a scene from a fantasy film, but the magic of the moment was dampened by the state of the room. Dust coated every surface, cobwebs clung to the shelves, and the air was thick with the smell of age and neglect.

    Akira stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. He couldn''t help but feel a pang of sadness. Books had been his refuge in his past life¡ªhis escape from stress and sorrow. When life became overwhelming, he would lose himself in mangas or novels, finding solace in their pages. Now, standing in this dilapidated library, that love was reignited, but it also reminded him of all he had lost.

    Anger welled up within him, momentarily overshadowing his quest for survival. He forgot his immediate concerns and called out to the doctor, who had been lingering behind him.

    The doctor approached, surprised by the sudden shift in Akira''s demeanor. His patient''s eyes burned with an intensity the doctor had never seen before¡ªa sharp contrast to the defeated boy he had been caring for. For a moment, the doctor wondered if Akira''s supposed memory loss was genuine. There was something raw and untamed in his expression, a spark that hadn''t been there before.

    The doctor made a silent vow to keep an eye on Akira. This newfound determination might be fragile, but it held promise. And for the first time, he dared to hope that Akira''s path could lead to something extraordinary.

    "Yes, Your Highness," the doctor replied respectfully, his tone calm and steady.

    Akira turned to him, his lips curling into a pout as he asked sharply, "Why is the condition of this mansion so bad?"

    The doctor hesitated, his face darkening. Turning slightly away, he explained, "It is the doing of the new queen, Your Highness. She ordered all the maids to leave and dismissed the staff. The wages that the king sends to maintain this mansion every month¡ªshe keeps them for herself. Since she manages all the royal household affairs, none of the funds have ever reached you. Instead, the queen spends the money lavishly on her own comforts."

    Akira froze, digesting the doctor''s words. A bitter truth began to settle in his mind: his relationship with the royal family was beyond strained¡ªit was shattered. The king had neglected him, despite being his firstborn son. His stepmother''s greed had left him malnourished, alone, and without anyone to care for him. The boy he now inhabited had suffered far more than he initially realized.

    Rage bubbled within him, surging like a tidal wave. Without thinking, Akira clenched his fist and drove it into the nearest wall. The impact caused a cascade of books to tumble from the shelves, several of them hitting him on the shoulders and head. He barely flinched.

    His breath was heavy, his heart pounding in his chest. The resentment burned like a fire, consuming him. He hated the king, the queen, the entire royal family¡ªevery single person who had turned a blind eye to the suffering of this child.

    And then, like a dam breaking, memories of his previous life flooded his mind. He remembered the abuse he and his mother had endured at the hands of his father. He remembered the betrayal, the cruelty, and the greed of those around him. And most vividly, he remembered how his boss''s greed had ultimately led to his death.

    Akira staggered, gripping the edge of a nearby shelf for support. His thoughts grew darker. He saw humanity as a stain¡ªfilled with selfishness and cruelty. His heart hardened, and he began to reject the very concept of love. Why bother with something as meaningless as love? Humans don''t deserve it.

    He thought of the old prince¡ªthe body he now occupied. That boy must have been so broken, so consumed by despair, that he had taken his own life. And for what? For a family who didn''t care if he lived or died?

    A twisted idea took root in Akira''s mind. If humans were naturally greedy, if they thrived on exploiting others, then he would do the same. Why not use them? he thought. Why not twist their greed to my advantage? If the world refused to show him kindness, he would refuse to show it mercy.

    The mission entrusted to him by the angel, the reason he had been reborn into this world¡ªit all seemed so distant now, like a dream he couldn''t quite remember. His resolve shifted. If no one cared for him, then he would make them fear him. He would rise above them all and rule this world.

    Akira turned back to the doctor, his expression cold and unrecognizable. It was as though a different person had emerged. The doctor flinched slightly, startled by the transformation. The young prince''s aura had shifted completely. Where there had been anger and sadness, there was now a chilling determination.

    The doctor stared, feeling as though he were witnessing a rebirth. The boy before him was no longer the same Theodore.

    Akira stood still, a subtle smile forming on his lips. For the first time since his reincarnation, he fully embraced his new reality. The weight of his past life and the injustices of his current one no longer crushed him¡ªinstead, they fueled him. His mind, sharp and mature from thirty years of experience, was now his greatest weapon. Akira resolved to use the knowledge and lessons from his previous life to shape his future and pursue his dream.

    The doctor, who had been observing him silently, felt a sudden chill run down his spine. Akira''s demeanor had shifted drastically, exuding a confidence and authority that was both captivating and intimidating. Without thinking, the doctor knelt, bowing his head low.

    "My lord," the doctor said solemnly, his voice trembling slightly. "You are no longer the boy you once were. You are the new hope of this kingdom."

    Akira tilted his head, momentarily stunned by the doctor''s declaration. "What brought about this change in you?" he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

    The doctor looked up and smiled faintly. "Your aura, my lord¡ªit is unlike anything I have ever felt before. You are destined for greatness."

    Akira chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. Yet, he couldn''t deny the satisfaction swelling within him. "Very well," he said with a smirk. "I will accept your loyalty. From now on, you are one of my people."

    Though outwardly composed, Akira''s thoughts were far darker. Foolish man, he thought. He has no idea of my true intentions. He had no interest in becoming the kingdom''s hope. His plan was far more sinister: to manipulate and exploit those around him for his own gain. Humanity''s greed was its greatest weakness, and Akira would use it to his advantage.

    He vowed never to trust anyone but himself, nor to love anyone but himself. Love, after all, was nothing but a weakness¡ªa lesson he had learned painfully in his past life. If the people of this world were so easily fooled by respect and good will, then he would wear those masks to win them over. But beneath the fa?ade, he would walk the path of evil.

    Akira''s smile widened, his confidence growing. He turned to the doctor and dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Leave me now. I have much to learn. If I am to fulfill this destiny you speak of, I must begin with knowledge."

    The doctor bowed low once more before leaving the room, visibly moved by what he perceived as Akira''s determination.

    Left alone in the dusty library, Akira felt no pang of loneliness. He was used to solitude; it had been his constant companion in his previous life. He had grown up in an abusive household, bullied at school, and isolated in adulthood. Even those he had called friends had taken advantage of him, abandoning him once their own lives were fulfilled with families and success.

    Work had been his only escape, yet even then, he had been exploited by a greedy boss who valued him only as a tool. That life had ended in tragedy, but this one¡ªthis one would be different.

    Akira''s determination hardened into resolve. He would rewrite his story, not as a victim, but as a ruler. If the world was cruel, he would outmatch it in cunning. If humanity was greedy, he would outplay them in their greed.

    With a sharp breath, he sat down at one of the dusty tables, surrounded by towering shelves of books. He pulled the nearest tome toward him and opened it, the musty smell of old parchment filling his nostrils. His first step was clear: he needed to find a cure for his curse.

    The world may have abandoned him before, but this time, he would bend it to his will.

    As Akira flipped through the dusty library, a deep, husky voice echoed faintly around him. It sent a shiver down his spine. He froze, his eyes darting around the room. "Who''s there?" he called out, gripping his stick tightly.

    There was no response, only an unsettling silence. Just as he was about to dismiss it as his imagination, a worn-out book floated off one of the high shelves and hovered in front of him. Its cover was grotesque, appearing to be crafted from human skin, bound with chains that rattled softly as it moved.

    Akira''s breath caught in his throat. He stumbled backward and fell to the ground, staring at the book in shock. The urge to open it clawed at his mind, almost as if the book were whispering to him, coaxing him to reach out.

    But instead of succumbing, Akira smirked, defiant. "You won''t use me, and I won''t open you."

    He pushed himself up, dusted off his clothes, and turned away. With determination, he limped further into the library, ignoring the sinister presence of the book.

    However, the book wasn''t ready to be ignored. It floated after him, bumping into his back repeatedly. Annoyed, Akira swung his stick at it. "Leave me alone!" he shouted, striking the book hard. It flew across the room, slamming into the wall.

    The book quivered, seemingly angry. Without warning, it launched itself at Akira with violent force, shoving him repeatedly. Akira gritted his teeth, swinging his stick wildly to defend himself. But in his weakened state, his movements were sluggish. He accidentally stepped on a loose book, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. His head struck the hard floor with a sickening thud, and warm blood trickled from his forehead.

    Dizzy and in pain, Akira touched the wound and felt the sticky blood on his fingers. Anger surged through him. "You cursed thing!" he yelled at the book. "What do you want from me?!"

    The book paused midair, seemingly shocked by his outburst. For a moment, it floated silently. Then, to Akira''s surprise, it darted forward and struck him on the head again. But this time, instead of pain, a soothing warmth spread through his body. His wound stopped bleeding, the dizziness faded, and he felt a strange energy coursing through him.

    Before he could react, the book began to glow with a dark, ominous light. It suddenly dissolved into mist and surged toward him, disappearing into his chest. Akira gasped, frantically patting his body as he searched for the book. "Where are you?!" he shouted, panic creeping into his voice.

    The room was silent again, the oppressive atmosphere gone. But Akira''s fear only grew as he realized the book had fused with him. He tried calling out to it, but there was no response.

    Then, without warning, his vision blurred, and a flood of memories overwhelmed him. Images, words, and sensations filled his mind¡ªa torrent of knowledge too vast to comprehend all at once.

    He saw the fundamentals of magic laid bare: the intricate workings of aura, the principles of elemental magic, and even forbidden black magic. Spells and incantations he''d never dreamed of were now etched into his consciousness. The sheer magnitude of it was too much for his already frail body to handle.

    Akira''s knees buckled, and his stick clattered to the floor as he collapsed. His last thought before the darkness claimed him was a mix of awe and fear: What have I unleashed upon myself?

 The temple of shadows

    Akira regained consciousness, finding himself in an unfamiliar realm shrouded in peach-black shadows. The oppressive atmosphere was silent, save for the sound of approaching footsteps. An aged man emerged from the darkness, his weathered face framed by a bald head, a thick beard, and piercing eyes¡ªblack sclera with vivid red pupils.

    "Tell me your real name," the man demanded, his voice cutting through the silence.

    Akira hesitated, his instincts urging caution. He refrained from answering, his silence met by the old man''s unsettling smile¡ªa smile that sent chills down his spine.

    Suddenly, an overwhelming force of gravity pressed upon Akira, driving him to his knees. His body grew weak, and fear consumed his thoughts. I don''t want to die! the phrase echoed in his mind as the weight intensified, threatening to crush him.

    The pressure grew unbearable. Akira''s bones cracked under the strain, and blood spilled from his eyes. Despite the agony, he mustered the strength to glare at the man and screamed, "I''ll never tell you my name!"

    Intrigued by Akira''s resilience, the old man withdrew the crushing gravity and clapped his hands, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Such determination," he mused. "Welcome to the Temple of Shadows."

    With a snap of his fingers, the old man illuminated the temple. Akira''s eyes widened at the sight¡ªstatues of serpentine and horse-like demigods filled the cavernous room, their monstrous forms unnerving.

    "Where am I?" Akira asked, his voice trembling.

    "You''re inside the book," the old man replied cryptically, his smile widening.

    Akira pleaded, "Send me back to heaven!" His desperation only provoked the man''s rage. With a powerful punch, the old man sent Akira flying. To Akira''s astonishment, he felt no pain and stood back up, facing the man defiantly.

    Amused, the old man began explaining the temple''s history. He recounted the tale of the God of Shadows, betrayed by the other gods and forgotten by humankind. The deity had cursed humanity and awaited a disciple to spread his teachings.

    "Why me?" Akira asked warily.

    "You were chosen because of your desires," the old man replied.

    Akira hesitated, considering the implications. "If I join you, will you use me for evil?"

    The old man laughed heartily, his voice echoing ominously. "You can use the power however you wish," he replied. "But remember, the God of Shadows slumbers, waiting for belief to awaken him."Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!

    Akira''s gaze shifted to the hybrid statues. "What are these creatures?"

    "Cursed humans," the man explained. "Those who crossed our god were transformed."

    "Could I be cursed too?" Akira asked, a flicker of unease in his voice.

    The old man smirked. "Who knows? Just don''t anger our god."

    Resolving to harness this power, Akira requested training. The old man explained that Akira''s cursed body would now channel dark mana, turning his weakness into strength. With another snap of his fingers, they were transported to an endless grassy field.

    "Kill those goblins," the old man commanded, gesturing to the approaching creatures.

    Akira''s eyes widened in terror as he beheld the goblins¡ªsickly green with enormous heads, jagged teeth, and three arms. Panicking, he fled, but the open field offered no sanctuary. A sharp pain struck his stomach, and he looked down to see a dagger embedded in his chest.

    The goblins closed in, overwhelming him. As they tore into his flesh, Akira screamed in agony, certain he was dying.

    But death was fleeting. Moments later, Akira awoke to see his lifeless body being devoured. The old man''s voice resonated in his mind: "You cannot die. You will feel this pain until you learn."

    The cycle repeated endlessly. Akira would flee, die, and awaken anew, his bodies piling up around him. His sanity frayed as he wept at the grotesque sight of his own corpses.

    Desperation turned to fury. Akira, his mind teetering on the brink, lay beneath the pile of his bodies, waiting. A lone goblin passed by, and he leapt, pinning it down. Ignoring the pain of its dagger, he wrestled the creature and strangled it to death.

    For the first time, Akira had killed. His body trembled, but a grin spread across his face as he realized the power within him.

    Emboldened, he grabbed a goblin''s sword and charged, slaying two more before succumbing to blood loss. This time, his laughter echoed through the air¡ªa haunting sign of his transformation.

    Reborn once more, Akira felt a surge of energy. Mana coursed through his body, electrifying his nerves. As pain and power intertwined, he smiled. He had awakened his abilities.

    Infusing his sword with mana, Akira moved with blinding speed, decapitating the goblins. His thirst for combat grew insatiable, an inner darkness urging him forward.

    The old man observed from afar, pride gleaming in his red eyes. "This boy is extraordinary," he murmured.

    The old man summoned ogres and more goblins. Akira, instead of charging recklessly, analyzed their weaknesses. He exploited the ogres'' sluggishness, dodging their attacks and delivering precise blows to their necks.

    Repeated exposure to goblin poison rendered Akira immune, while constant battle sharpened his reflexes. He discovered a latent affinity for elemental magic¡ªice, fire, wind, and water¡ªand awakened his aura, further enhancing his abilities.

    Two months passed in the illusionary realm. Akira had transformed into a skilled warrior, capable of strategic combat and diverse magic.

    When Akira was summoned back to the temple, the old man greeted him warmly.

    "You''ve grown immensely," the old man said. "Your determination is truly astounding."

    "Thank you," Akira replied. "I couldn''t have done it without your guidance."

    The old man revealed that though two months had passed in training, only two hours had elapsed in the real world. He instructed Akira to travel to Skull Head Mountain and subjugate a sealed

    As Akira''s soul returned to his 10-year-old body, the maid and doctor rushed to his side. Their concern was palpable as they tended to him, ensuring his recovery.

    Akira''s mind, however, was elsewhere. The knowledge and power he had gained burned within him, and his resolve to complete his mission and claim his destiny had never been stronger.

 unexpected return

    As Akira''s soul seamlessly reintegrated with his body, he awoke to the worried faces of the maid and doctor hovering over him. The doctor, curiosity evident, leaned forward and asked, "Young Master, could you tell us what transpired and caused you to lose consciousness in the library?"

    Akira, reflecting on the bandages around his hand, crafted a plausible explanation. With a faint smile, he responded, "I spotted a rat, lost my balance, and fell. How clumsy of me."

    The maid''s concern remained etched on her face, while the doctor, though skeptical, chose not to press further. "I see," he said, his tone resigned.

    Stretching his arms, Akira shifted the focus. "Excuse me, Doctor. Do you mind if I ask something?"

    "You can speak freely, Young Master. What''s on your mind?"

    "Back in the library, I came across a theory about an artifact in Skull Head Mountain. Do you know anything about it?" Akira asked, his curiosity feigned yet sharp.

    The doctor shook his head apologetically. "I''m afraid I don''t."

    Turning to the maid, Akira requested to be dressed so he could explore the mansion. Though hesitant due to his recent collapse, the maid nodded, recognizing the determination in his gaze.

    Using a stick for support, Akira began his exploration, subtly exhaling mana into the surroundings. The maid and doctor exchanged glances, sensing the mana but unable to trace its source. The doctor dismissed the notion entirely, assuming Akira''s curse made him incapable of magic.

    Skillfully masking his abilities, Akira summoned a shadow entity in secret. With a mental command, he assigned it to protect the manor from intruders. The entity, imperceptible to even the most skilled magicians and sword masters, used dark magic to track and eliminate threats through their shadows, leaving no trace behind.

    Akira reflected on the old man''s teachings, understanding the immense power of his dark magic but also the taboo that shrouded it. With a maturity born of hardship, he accepted humanity''s greed and resolved to outmaneuver it, trusting in his intelligence and cunning.

    His steps led him to a neglected garden of red roses. The blooms, once cherished by his new mother, Queen Urian, now symbolized her forgotten legacy. Akira, scarred by his abusive birth mother, had never experienced maternal love. Yet, he could feel the depth of Urian''s affection for her sons and the sorrow that lingered in the garden''s decay.

    With a quiet determination, he turned to the maid. "I want to see my father," he said.

    As he examined the roses, a soft smile crossed his lips, a silent apology to the boy whose body he now inhabited. I''ll bring justice for you and your mother, he vowed, steeling himself for the challenges ahead.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    Dressed as he was, Akira strode into the main palace. Whispers and murmurs trailed behind him as servants and guards mocked his appearance. Unbothered, he pressed forward, his confidence unshaken.

    Before the king and his court, Akira executed a flawless bow, the product of countless hours studying noble etiquette. His greeting was clear and authoritative, drawing astonished gazes from the officials. Even the king, a master of aura manipulation, seemed intrigued.

    The king laughed boisterously, his voice reverberating through the hall. "He bears a striking resemblance to his mother," he murmured, his tone betraying a tinge of sorrow.

    Akira seized the moment, recounting the dire state of his mansion¡ªthe lack of funds, servants, and guards. The king''s skepticism was apparent as he questioned, "Are you fabricating this?"

    Locking eyes with his father, Akira replied with unwavering respect and determination. The king, accustomed to his son''s timid demeanor, was taken aback by this boldness. He dismissed Akira but sent his butler to investigate.

    Upon arriving at the mansion, the butler''s expression turned to disbelief. The neglected state of the property corroborated Akira''s claims. "Your Highness, have you been living like this?" he asked, astonished.

    Akira nodded silently. The butler''s face softened with regret as he immediately summoned workers, maids, and guards to restore the estate. Despite his professionalism, the butler couldn''t hide the sadness he felt for the boy''s circumstances.

    As Akira prepared for his journey, a shadow entity handed him a book containing information about the world map and the location of Skull Mountain. With a smile, Akira thanked it and dismissed it to guard the mansion. The maid then informed him of his upcoming return to the Royal High Academy.

    Akira sighed at the reminder of his new body''s age. Ten years old, and still expected to attend school, he thought. Determined to make the most of his remaining time, he prioritized honing his skills.

    Over the next month, Akira dedicated himself to training. His bones fully healed, his body grew stronger, and his agility improved. Leaping from a three-story building, he jumped effortlessly from tree to tree, reveling in his newfound power.

    One evening, five assassins clad in black attacked. Akira, armed only with a mana-infused tree branch, deflected their strikes with ease.

    "How is this possible? We were told he was cursed!" the leader snarled, his confidence wavering.

    Akira smirked. "How boring," he taunted before unleashing a devastating attack. With a single strike, he decapitated all five, their bodies collapsing in unison.

    Shadow appeared, consuming the remains while Akira used "soul reading" on the leader''s head. The vision revealed his stepmother, her angelic beauty hiding a cruel nature. Discarding the head, Akira''s determination to make her suffer deepened.

    The next morning, the maid entered his room with food and medicine. Noticing the untouched meal from the previous night, she sighed. Akira reluctantly sipped the medicine, his annoyance evident. Yet, as a sinister smile spread across his lips, the maid couldn''t help but feel uneasy.

    Dressed for the day, Akira informed the maid of his intent to visit the market alone. She nodded, though her curiosity lingered. Stepping outside, Akira observed the renovated mansion and vibrant gardens, feeling a surge of satisfaction. Offering a silent prayer for his mother''s soul, he resolved to continue his journey with unyielding resolve.

    As the carriage rolled toward its destination, the maid explained how magic had expedited the renovations. Akira, focusing inward, worked to overcome his motion sickness, gradually adapting as he prepared for the challenges ahead.

 The skull mountain

    As Akira delved deeper into meditation, attuning both his aura and mana, a sudden awareness overcame him. He sensed a group of individuals lying in wait some distance away. The realization struck him like a bolt: the carriage journey was a trap orchestrated by the Queen, and the maid was likely under her influence.

    Despite the danger, Akira remained composed. Sitting cross-legged within the carriage, he exuded an air of nonchalance, awaiting the confrontation with his adversaries. When the carriage abruptly halted, the man at the reins climbed down and opened the door.

    Stepping out, Akira found himself in an unfamiliar wooded area. The dense trees cast long shadows over the uneven ground, creating an ominous atmosphere. Taking a deep breath, Akira consulted his map, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he noted the detour in his journey.

    Before long, Akira''s would-be assailants emerged from the shadows. Their hostile intentions were clear, but Akira showed no signs of concern. With a calm gesture, he unleashed a blast of ice magic, freezing the men in place up to their necks.

    "Where is Skull Mountain?" Akira asked in a steady voice, his expression unreadable.

    The captives responded with mocking laughter, defying his inquiry. Unbothered, Akira approached one of them, placing his hand atop the man''s head. In an instant, the man disintegrated into ash, a chilling testament to Akira''s power.

    The remaining men, now terrified, quickly divulged the location of Skull Mountain, pleading for mercy. But mercy was not Akira''s way. With a wave of his hand, he summoned Shadow, the dark entity devouring their souls amid their anguished cries.

    Hours passed as Akira continued his journey toward Skull Mountain, Shadow lurking silently within his own shadow. The path was treacherous, but his focus remained unshaken.

    A distant scream broke the stillness, drawing Akira''s attention. He followed the sound to discover a young woman, a priestess, under attack by two men. Moving swiftly, Akira incapacitated the attackers with precision, binding their wrists.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

    The priestess introduced herself as Sky, a 19-year-old representative of the Holy Temple. Though she expressed gratitude for Akira''s assistance, her attempt to embrace him from behind left him visibly uncomfortable. He awkwardly pushed her away, clearly unaccustomed to such gestures.

    Undeterred, Sky explained her mission¡ªto journey to Skull Cave¡ªand expressed her desire to hire a mercenary. Seizing the opportunity, Akira, introducing himself under the alias Samuel, offered to guide her. Sky beamed at the proposal, her enthusiasm uncontainable. She summoned her maid, Cadi, who joined them shortly thereafter.

    As the trio arrived at the base of Skull Mountain, Sky prepared to enter the cave to fulfill her mission. Akira volunteered to wait outside with Cadi, who appeared conflicted. To ease the tension, Akira inquired about her experiences at the temple.

    Cadi, crossing her arms defensively, responded with irritation. "Why do you care?"

    Unfazed, Akira replied smoothly, "Because I find you interesting."

    His remark left Cadi flustered, her cheeks reddening as she attempted to push him away. But she stumbled, falling against his chest. Their eyes met in a charged moment before Akira placed a finger to her lips, silencing her.

    "If you dislike the temple so much," he asked softly, "why not leave with me?"

    Cadi quickly dismissed the notion, her expression guarded. Without another word, she joined Sky inside the cave, leaving Akira to follow silently.

    Inside the cave, the group discovered a massive door adorned with cryptic engravings. Despite Sky''s best efforts, neither she nor Akira could decipher the markings. To their surprise, Cadi stepped forward, her eyes glowing with a yellow aura as she read the ancient script.

    "The door requires a sacrifice to awaken," Cadi explained, her voice steady.

    Sky hesitated, proposing they leave the door undisturbed. However, Akira had no intention of abandoning his objective. Subtly, he placed a hand on Cadi''s shoulder, using his magic to influence her thoughts.

    In the midst of the conversation,cadi accidentally pushed sky against the door. A monstrous maw emerged, swallowing her whole. Cadi screamed in terror, collapsing to her knees as she begged Akira to flee with her.

    Akira''s response was laughter, his amusement growing as he seized her hair and whistled. Cadi''s terror turned to anger, her curses falling on deaf ears as Akira smiled coldly.

    "Goodbye," he said simply, throwing her toward the door. The monstrous maw devoured her, its hunger satiated. The door swung open, revealing the path beyond.

    With an air of triumph, Akira stepped through, ready to face the next challenge.

 The skull mountain II

    As the door creaked open, Theodore strode inside, his hand tucked casually in his pocket, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Fooling the two women had been almost too easy. Confidence radiated from him as he glanced around the dimly lit chamber.

    "Shadow, check for traps," he instructed coolly, his voice low but commanding. Though a magical barrier encased him, he trusted nothing in this place.

    The room was eerily silent as he ventured further. With each step he took, ancient torches mounted on the walls burst to life, their flames flickering with a strange, unnatural hue. The light revealed a figure bound in chains at the center of the room.

    Theodore stopped in his tracks, his sharp gaze fixed on the captive. He didn''t move closer but slid his small hand deeper into his pocket, his fingers brushing the comforting hilt of the dagger hidden there. The bound figure stirred, its chains clinking softly in the silence.

    Then, its eyes snapped open!.

    In an instant, the creature began to transform. Its flesh shifted and twisted grotesquely until it took the shape of a man with unnervingly sharp, snapping teeth and long, disheveled hair that hung in dark strands around its face.

    A deep, guttural voice rumbled from the creature. "There''s a familiar scent about you, human." Its piercing gaze locked onto Theodore. "I am Belial. And you are...?"

    Theodore''s smirk widened into a grin. He didn''t answer, instead raising a hand. Shadow materialized beside him, its dark, amorphous form coiling like smoke, ready for his command.

    Theodore smirked as he crossed his arms, speaking with confidence. "See, I''m a disciple of the Temple of Shadow. The old man said I should tame you, Belial."

    At this, Belial let out a deep, guttural laugh, his sharp teeth glinting in the flickering torchlight. "Tame me?" he growled, inching forward, his predatory movements filled with anticipation. "I''ve been itching for a fight."

    "I promised you I''d rule the world," Theodore said calmly, his voice filled with conviction. But before he could continue, Belial lunged, his fist hurtling forward with devastating force. Theodore barely dodged in time, the creature''s punch obliterating the stone wall behind him, leaving a massive hole.

    Stretching his hand and rolling his shoulders, Theodore muttered under his breath, "I see... Words are wasted on a filthy creature like you."

    With a sharp intake of breath, Theodore''s fist began to glow, shimmering with dark aura. His form blurred as he speed-blitzed toward Belial, landing a devastating punch that sent the creature flying across the chamber.

    Belial groaned as he climbed to his feet, wiping blood from his lip with the back of his hand. His smile twisted into something even darker. Without warning, he slammed his hand into the ground, creating a massive crater beneath them. The floor trembled as he charged, aiming for Theodore''s legs.

    Reacting on instinct, Theodore leaped into the air, twisting his body mid-flight and landing a powerful kick to Belial''s face. The force knocked the creature back, but it only seemed to enrage him. With a growl, Belial lunged again, his razor-sharp claws slashing through the air.

    Theodore deflected the strikes with his mana-infused fists, their collision sparking bursts of energy. He retaliated with a sharp punch to Belial''s jaw, sending him staggering. The clash intensified, their movements growing so fierce that the entire temple began to quake under the strain of their battle.

    Panting heavily, Theodore noticed the cracks spiderwebbing across the ancient walls. "Enough!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. "This is pointless. You''re injured."

    But Belial only sneered, his expression filled with malice. "You think I''ll stop because of that, boy?" Despite his injuries, Belial''s power remained overwhelming, and Theodore could feel the gap in their strength.

    He sighed, frustration flickering across his face. "If words won''t stop you..." He raised his hand, channeling the deepest reserves of his shadow magic. A massive sphere of black energy began to form, pulsating with raw, malevolent power.

    Theodore unleashed it.

    The room was consumed by the dark energy, the explosion so immense it shattered the temple and pierced the heavens. The energy surged like a black pillar of power, reaching into the clouds. Across the world, monsters and other races turned their eyes toward the ominous display. The sinister aura sent ripples of fear and curiosity through the land.

    As the energy subsided, Theodore collapsed to the ground, his body wracked with pain. Every bone, every muscle screamed in agony, and he couldn''t suppress the anguished cry that tore from his throat. He clutched his side, gasping for air, the aftereffects of his own attack leaving him battered and vulnerable.

    Through his blurred vision, he saw Belial standing over him. The demon smirked, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is this the limit of the Temple of Shadow''s disciple?"

    Theodore''s vision darkened, his body refusing to move. As consciousness faded, his final thought was one of bitter regret. Is this the end?This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

    The last thing he saw was Belial''s twisted grin before the darkness claimed him.

    ¡ª

    Theodore''s eyes snapped open. He found himself lying in his bed, dressed in fresh clothes. The familiar surroundings of his room greeted him, but his gaze quickly fell upon Belial standing nearby, a smirk playing on the demon''s lips.

    "Why didn''t you kill me?" Theodore demanded.

    Belial chuckled, his tone casual yet tinged with amusement. "Because I lost, boy. That energy blast of yours... It seems you''re more interesting than I first thought."

    Theodore raised an eyebrow. Belial''s appearance had shifted; he now wore a sharp suit, his demeanor refined and gentlemanly. "What''s with the outfit?" Theodore asked.

    Belial adjusted his tie with a modest smile. "I''ve decided to become your butler. It suits me, don''t you think? I even used a little magic to... convince the staff to hire me."

    Theodore''s shock was apparent, but it soon gave way to wariness. The once-feral demon now spoke with a level of poise and humility as if he had been a butler for years. "Why?" Theodore pressed.

    "I enjoy a challenge," Belial replied, bowing slightly. "And you, young master, are unlike anyone I''ve met."

    After dismissing Belial, Theodore sat cross-legged on the floor to meditate. As he concentrated, the lingering pain in his body became evident¡ªseveral bones were still fractured from his fight.

    I need to rebuild myself, Theodore thought, devising a plan to strengthen his physical form. Alongside meditation to replenish his mana, he resolved to lift weights and practice rigorous swordsmanship.

    As his focus deepened, his thoughts drifted to the nature of the world''s power systems:

    ?    Magic Circles: Formed on a mage''s chest, they determined a user''s magical rank.

    ?    Beginners: First to Third Circle.

    ?    Advanced: Fourth and Fifth Circle.

    ?    Intermediate: Sixth and Seventh Circle.

    ?    Masters: Eighth Circle, with only three recorded Archmages in history.

    ?    Aura Stars: Exclusively for swordsmen, these stars reflected physical prowess. The highest rank, the Tenth Star, was a legendary achievement. Theodore''s father, the King, had reached the Eighth Star, making him one of the strongest warriors in the kingdom.

    Theodore smirked. I''m the only one in the kingdom to master both magic and aura.

    Suddenly, Theodore felt a familiar presence. He summoned Shadow, the dark entity emerging from the ground to deliver its latest findings. It tossed the ethereal forms of Sky and Cadi''s souls onto the floor.

    Theodore observed them with disdain. Thanks to Shadow''s ability to interpret the speech of spirits, their words echoed in his mind.

    "You monster!" Sky wailed. "Why did you use us for your schemes?"

    Theodore scoffed, unbothered by their outrage. "I have no reason to explain myself to the dead. My goal is simple: to take over the world."

    As Sky sobbed, a sudden wave of knowledge overwhelmed Theodore''s mind. It was the book''s doing¡ªa surge of dark magic. He laughed maniacally, delighted by the newfound power.

    Channeling his energy, Theodore created four shadows. Two immediately devoured the souls of Sky and Cadi, their forms shifting. They gained human-like bodies, albeit with dark, shadowy skin. Theodore observed their new abilities:

    1.    Priestess Shadow: Gained healing abilities from Sky, a former priestess.

    2.    Scholar Shadow: Inherited the ability to decipher ancient languages from Cadi.

    The shadows groaned at their "lame" names, but Theodore ignored them. Content with his progress, he noted his magical circle had advanced to the Fourth Circle¡ªa feat unheard of for a ten-year-old. His aura had also reached the Third Star, though he vowed to train harder in swordsmanship.

    A knock echoed through the room in the dead of night. Theodore dismissed the shadows as they retreated into the ground. "Come in," he called.

    The maid entered, her damp hair clinging to her face, her white gown clinging to her form. Her pale skin and green eyes glowed softly in the dim light. Theodore raised an eyebrow, curious about her appearance.

    "Why are you here so late?" he asked.

    The maid approached without hesitation, pushing him onto the bed. She straddled him, her fingers tracing his face. "I wanted to satisfy you, young master," she purred.

    Theodore''s expression turned to one of shock and disgust. "I''m ten years old!" he snapped, his mind racing. Is this world full of pedophiles?

    The maid chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips. She claimed they had kissed before, back when he was eight, and he had forgotten.

    Theodore felt a pang of pity for the original owner of his body. He was groomed and poisoned by this woman, he realized grimly, remembering how she had been sent by the Queen.

    His pity quickly turned to rage. Dark energy surged as Theodore summoned a hand of shadowy magic, wrapping it around the maid''s throat. Her eyes widened in shock as she struggled for breath.

    "Did you think I wouldn''t figure out your plans?" Theodore sneered. "You''ve been poisoning me for years. That''s why the real Theodore died. But now, I''m here, and I''ll make your life hell."

    The maid threw a dagger in desperation, but Theodore''s barrier deflected it. The blade rebounded, embedding itself in her leg. Screaming in pain, she demanded to know who he truly was.

    "I am Theodore," he said coldly. "And I''m going to make everyone suffer¡ªstarting with you."

    He summoned his shadows, who tore the maid apart, piece by piece. Her screams filled the room until her soul was consumed. A shadow transformed into her likeness, becoming the new Mimi, an infiltrator assigned to spy on the Queen.

    Two weeks passed. Theodore''s training progressed, and his strength grew exponentially. He even managed to defeat Shadow Armor in a sparring match, though the gap in their power remained significant.

    One day, the King summoned him. As Theodore walked through the palace, he encountered the Queen. Her angelic features were marred by a strained smile as she greeted him.

    "You''re looking healthy and handsome," she remarked sweetly.

    Theodore''s smirk was sharp. "I''m living well, thanks to my father''s wages¡ªand the little surprises you send to my palace."

    Her smile faltered briefly before she composed herself, bidding him farewell. As she walked away, Theodore noted the fury in her eyes.

    Inside the King''s office, Theodore bowed in respect, waiting as his father continued his paperwork. After a long silence, the King finally spoke, asking about Theodore''s health.

    Theodore replied politely, masking his disdain. When offered money, he refused, shocking both the King and his butler.

    "You''ve changed," the King muttered.

    After dismissing Theodore, the King confided in his butler, admitting his guilt over neglecting his son. The butler, though hesitant, admitted that the King had been a poor father.

    The King resolved to mend their relationship, ordering Theodore to dine with him and the royal family.

    Back at the training grounds, Theodore swung his sword with renewed vigor, his rage fueling every strike.

    Belial appeared behind him, amused by his anger. "You''re as cold as ever, young master," the demon said with a grin.

    Theodore didn''t look up. "I don''t care about building bonds with a man like him. My only goal is destruction."

    Belial''s smile widened, his excitement palpable. "Then let''s bring the world to its knees."

 Royal high academy I

    It was the day Theodore was to return to school. As he donned his school uniform, the royal butler was present to ensure all preparations were perfect. Soldiers who had once mocked him now saluted and cheered in admiration. Theodore''s relentless training with them had earned their respect, as his progress was undeniable. The new maids, watching from the sidelines, prayed for his safe journey, their faces filled with awe. The old maids, however, were mysteriously gone¡ªvictims of Theodore''s machinations, though none suspected him.

    Theodore climbed into the royal carriage. As the driver urged the horses forward, the shadows within his own shadow stirred silently, and Belial, his loyal butler, sat beside the driver. Mimi, a maid assigned to accompany Theodore at school due to his status as a crown prince, sat nearby.

    Inside the carriage, Theodore closed his eyes and began training his abilities. Entering his illusionary realm, he conjured multiple shadow entities to spar with, honing his skills. The journey was uneventful, as Belial had already dealt with any potential threats.

    The massive school gates came into view, adorned with towering statues of lions. The entire campus radiated mana, and Theodore''s anticipation grew. Though the body he now inhabited had attended this school before, this was his first time experiencing it, his soul being from another world.

    The carriage passed over a grand bridge, joining the steady stream of noble carriages. Servants bustled about, unloading luggage. Theodore''s carriage, bearing the royal insignia, drew everyone''s attention. Mocking laughter erupted among the crowd, a testament to the poor reputation of the body''s previous owner.

    When the carriage stopped, Belial stepped down, opened the door with a bow, and announced Theodore''s arrival. Theodore exited gracefully, ignoring the stares and whispers. His sudden air of confidence shocked the onlookers. Belial, simmering with fury, murmured under his breath, "Soon, you will all bow before my lord as he conquers the world." Theodore shot him an annoyed glance and walked forward with dignified composure.

    Among the crowd, Lady Elisa, the South Duke''s daughter, stole glances at Theodore, whispering to herself, "This semester will certainly be interesting."

    Floating his luggage beside him with magic, Theodore proceeded through the gates. Belial followed, glaring at everyone, his disdain for humans evident. Using a map, Theodore located his dormitory. The room was small yet lavishly furnished. Satisfied, Theodore lounged on the bed as Belial meticulously arranged his belongings.

    Suddenly, a loud knock shattered the calm. Theodore, irritated but composed, allowed the intruders to enter. Three nobles, boys around ten or eleven, stepped in, clearly his classmates. The leader marched up to Theodore, grabbed his hair, and sneered, "Curse boy, why are you back? You can''t even use magic. Disappear, why don''t you?"Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.

    The other two laughed mockingly.

    Belial''s fury flared, but Theodore raised a hand to stop him. Calmly, he gripped the leader''s wrist and broke his arm with a sharp twist, sending the boy into agonized screams. When the others lunged at him, Theodore used wind magic to hurl them out of the room, slamming them against the hallway wall.

    Belial beamed with pride, lavishing Theodore with praises. Theodore, unamused, instructed him to lock the door and ensure no one disturbed him again. Once alone, Theodore reflected on the memories of the body he now inhabited. The boy had been relentlessly bullied¡ªa stark contrast to Theodore''s former life as Akira, where he had endured similar torment. A dark resolve ignited within him: he would never be looked down upon again.

    To distract himself, Theodore meditated, focusing on breaking through to the fifth star. When progress stalled, he consulted the ancient book in his mind. The book suggested alchemical methods to accelerate his advancement. Excited, Theodore made a mental note to gather the necessary ingredients.

    As night fell, Theodore ventured out to explore the school grounds. Sneaking past guards, he reached the dense forest on campus, where mana was thick in the air. Absorbing the ambient energy, he sent his shadow entities to patrol the area. Just as he was about to issue more orders, a young girl with white hair and blue eyes appeared.

    The girl, oblivious to the shadow entities, regarded him neutrally. Her tone was haughty as she said, "So, you''re finally healthy enough to return to school."

    Theodore instantly understood their relationship was strained. Keeping his expression neutral, he curtly told her to leave.

    Her shock was evident. "Are you still mad about my father''s decision?" she asked.

    A surge of memories overwhelmed Theodore. He clutched a nearby tree for support as he recalled the original body''s history: the girl, Vivian Stirling, was his ex-fianc¨¦e. Her father, Duke Antony Stirling, had annulled their engagement, deeming Theodore a failure, and arranged for Vivian to marry someone else.

    Theodore laughed bitterly at the revelation. "I should thank your father," he said coldly. "I have no interest in marriage, least of all to a child."

    Vivian was taken aback. As she tried to sit beside him, Theodore stood and walked away. She followed persistently, her behavior testing his patience. Finally, he turned and snapped, "Children like you should focus on studying. Don''t involve yourself in my life."

    Her playful demeanor faltered. "Why have you changed so much?" she whispered. "You were weak and timid, but now¡­ you''re different."

    Theodore smirked. "From now on, pretend we don''t know each other. You''re irrelevant to my plans."

    Vivian''s confusion turned to hurt as Theodore left her alone in the forest. Her sobs echoed in the quiet night, and a spectral figure resembling her emerged, comforting her. The entity, a manifestation of her cursed split personality, grinned wickedly and whispered, "Make him yours, Vivian."

    Theodore, watching through his shadow entities, smirked at the revelation. Vivian''s darker side intrigued him. "A useful tool," he mused. For now, he would let her be, focusing instead on his own growth.

    Back in his room, Belial served tea, laughing at the possibilities. "Will you hide your power, my lord?"

    Theodore''s smile turned sinister. "No. Let the world see my strength. Fear and respect will be my legacy."

    Belial, overwhelmed with devotion, knelt and kissed Theodore''s feet. "I will serve you forever, my lord."

 Royal High II

    Theodore woke the next morning in his comfortable bed, the warm sunlight filtering through the curtains and the soft chirping of birds pulling him from sleep. The calm morning was soon interrupted by a polite knock. Belial entered, carrying a tray with tea, toast, and eggs. He opened the windows, letting in fresh air, and set the breakfast before Theodore.

    As Theodore sipped his tea, he found himself curious about Belial''s history. "How did a creature like you end up serving me?" he asked.

    Belial chuckled. "Years ago, I was tamed by a noble¡ªa young man. I served him for years until his untimely death."

    Theodore tilted his head. "Was he the Disciple of Shadows?"

    Belial shook his head, his expression growing somber. "No, just a normal human. Annoying, but¡­ special in a way." His voice trailed off, sadness clouding his face. The sudden silence filled the room, making it feel awkward and heavy.

    Theodore quickly finished his meal and broke the tension. "I''ll hear the rest of your story when you''re ready, but right now, I have classes to attend."

    Belial smiled faintly. "I wish you a good day, my lord. And a safe return."

    Theodore nodded and left the room, stepping into the dormitory hallway. The corridors were bustling with students¡ªsome younger children, others teenagers or even adults. As he passed, many paused to glance at him. Their eyes were filled with mockery, but Theodore paid no mind, keeping his composure as he made his way to the classroom building.

    The school was alive with mana. Students practiced spells in open courtyards, the air brimming with energy. Theodore smiled inwardly. He could manipulate mana far better than anyone his age, thanks to the God of Shadows. Still, he hid his smirk and strolled into the classroom, his hands tucked casually in his pockets.

    When he entered, nobles and commoners alike turned to sneer at him. The three boys from the previous day sat silently, trembling as memories of their humiliation replayed in their minds.

    Theodore ignored them and took a seat. To his irritation, Vivian sat beside him. The class erupted into murmurs, many insulting Theodore for not respecting her status. Vivian, however, blushed deeply, thrilled by his cold indifference. Her darker personality reveled in his disdain, but she quickly hid her face, pretending to be shy.

    Disgusted, Theodore stood and moved to sit beside a timid boy with glasses. The boy, startled, grabbed Theodore''s arm. "Why are you acting like this? And why did you even come back?"

    Theodore yanked his arm free, brushing off his clothes. "I hate being touched."

    The boy scoffed. "You must''ve hit your head or something. You''re acting so¡­ strange."Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

    Ignoring the comment, Theodore asked, "What''s your name?"

    The boy looked surprised. "You forgot my name? We''ve been classmates for a while."

    Theodore crafted a quick lie. "I was so sick my memories are fuzzy."

    The boy clearly didn''t believe him but answered anyway. "I''m Jin. A noble, but I can''t share my surname¡ªfamily orders."

    "I don''t care about your family," Theodore said bluntly. "Tell me more about this school."

    Jin adjusted his glasses and hesitated before explaining. "The three bullies that used to torment you? That was your stepbrother''s doing. He practically commanded them to make your life miserable."

    At the mention of his stepbrother, Theodore''s curiosity piqued. He opened his mouth to ask about him when the classroom doors burst open, and a group of girls squealed loudly. A blonde boy entered, his angelic features and confident smirk drawing everyone''s attention.

    "Speak of the devil," Jin muttered. "That''s your stepbrother, Caden."

    Theodore studied Caden, noting the striking resemblance to his stepmother. His memories stirred, but he remained silent, looking back out the window.

    Caden sauntered over, smirking arrogantly as he sat on the edge of Theodore''s desk. "So, the cursed boy is back. Still weak, I see." When Theodore didn''t react, Caden''s smirk faltered. Annoyed, he grabbed Theodore''s hair. "Hey, I''m talking to you!"

    The class erupted in laughter, mocking Theodore.

    But Theodore snapped. He slapped Caden''s hand away, hard enough to make him stagger. The room fell silent. Caden''s expression turned dark as he tried to provoke Theodore again, but Theodore''s memories surged. He recalled the original body''s pain¡ªbeing poisoned at five, bullied relentlessly. A tear slipped down his cheek, unbidden.

    The class mistook his tears as a sign of weakness and laughed louder. But Theodore wasn''t crying from fear¡ªhe was enraged. Without hesitation, he grabbed Caden''s hand and broke it. Caden screamed in agony, silencing the class.

    "You dare mock me?" Theodore growled, his voice icy. He cast a wind spell, sending Caden flying into the classroom board. The spell''s power left everyone stunned. The cursed boy, who was supposedly unable to use magic, had just cast a powerful spell.

    "Take him to the infirmary," Theodore ordered, pointing to the three bullies. They scrambled to obey, terrified.

    Jin, pale with fear, didn''t dare speak. Theodore leaned back in his chair, satisfied. Still, he felt a pang of frustration¡ªarguing with children seemed beneath him, given his thirty-year-old soul.

    The teacher arrived moments later, introducing herself as Miss Dalia, a fifth-circle magician. She began teaching basic magic manipulation, a subject Theodore found painfully dull. While most students struggled, Theodore effortlessly succeeded, hiding his boredom.

    When class ended, Theodore followed Miss Dalia to her office. She raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Theodore?"

    "I need a private meeting," he said, his mature tone startling her.

    In her office, Theodore sipped the tea she prepared. "The tea is fragrant," he remarked. "It reminds me of the sea."

    She blinked, surprised. "I bought it from a coastal continent," she explained.

    Theodore set the cup down. "I didn''t come to talk about tea. I''ve already mastered basic magic. My circle is at the fourth."

    Miss Dalia froze, nearly dropping her cup. "Fourth? At your age?" She touched his chest, sensing the four circles of mana surrounding his heart. Her shock deepened when she realized he could wield both aura and magic.

    "This is unprecedented," she murmured, awestruck.

    "I want to advance classes," Theodore said simply.

    Miss Dalia hesitated. "I''ll bring it to the council. But no more breaking arms," she warned.

    Theodore smirked. "As long as no one gets in my way, there won''t be a problem."

    After he left, Miss Dalia sat in thought. She believed Theodore to be a prodigy¡ªa beacon of hope for the future. But she didn''t realize the boy she admired wasn''t destined to save the world. He was chaos incarnate, the harbinger of disaster.

 The Council meeting

    That cold evening, Miss Dalia called for an urgent meeting with the school''s elders and teachers to share the incredible news about Theodore. The hall was grand, with flags representing the four elemental houses hanging behind the elders, each seated in their respective positions.

    ?    The First Elder, Tara: A striking woman in her forties, her house represented wind magic.

    ?    The Second Elder, West: A man in his thirties with jet-black hair and dark glasses, his house symbolized fire magic.

    ?    The Third Elder, Miss Neal: An elderly, seemingly blind woman, she presided over water magic.

    ?    The Fourth Elder, Mr. White: A grumpy old man with a sharp tongue, his house was earth magic.

    ?    The Principal, Mr. Roman: The only archmage in the kingdom, he had achieved the eighth circle of magic. Rumors claimed he was over 500 years old, his strength unparalleled.

    The professors gathered as well, all turning their attention to Miss Dalia, who stood at the center of the room.

    Miss Dalia explained with a serious tone, "A ten-year-old student has successfully harnessed both mana and aura. He has even reached the fourth mana circle."

    Mr. White slammed the table, his voice booming. "Impossible!" he barked. "The youth of this generation are tricksters. Do not be deceived!"

    The other elders rolled their eyes, already exhausted by Mr. White''s antics. Tara, the First Elder, snapped back, "Don''t call her woman, Mr. White! How many times must we tell you to stop being a sexist old fool?"

    Mr. White scoffed. "Provoke me all you want, Tara, but I stand by my point!"

    Tensions escalated as Tara summoned wind magic, and Mr. White retaliated by preparing to hurl a boulder at her. Before the situation could spiral further, Principal Roman struck the floor with his staff. A powerful wave of mana silenced their spells, and the room fell quiet.

    With a calm smile, Roman turned to Miss Dalia. "If your claim is true, this is indeed extraordinary. Tell me more."

    Miss Dalia bowed slightly. "It is true, Principal. The boy''s name is Theodore, the former cursed prince. He possesses both mana and aura, and his mana circle is already at the fourth level."

    The room buzzed with murmurs of disbelief. Even Roman, intrigued, stroked his long beard. "Theodore¡­ the shy prince? I''ve known him since his birth. He couldn''t hurt a fly."

    Miss Dalia hesitated but pressed on. "Principal, Theodore has changed. He is no longer the timid boy we once knew. Yesterday, he defeated the Second Prince, Caden, along with three bullies in my class. He didn''t just humiliate them¡ªhe overpowered them."

    The elders were stunned, their disbelief growing. "How is this possible?" Tara whispered, echoing the sentiment in the room.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    Roman, however, seemed deep in thought. Finally, he spoke, "I will investigate this myself. Perhaps I will take the boy as my disciple."

    This declaration sparked an uproar. "You? The greatest magician in the kingdom?" Mr. White exclaimed. "That would only make him arrogant and dangerous!"

    The other elders nodded in agreement, but Roman silenced them with a spell that shook the hall. "The matter is settled," he said firmly. "I will assess the boy personally."

    The meeting concluded, the room heavy with anticipation.

    Theodore''s Room

    Meanwhile, Theodore was in his dorm room, laughing as he enjoyed snacks prepared by Belial.

    "May I ask, my lord," Belial began, "what has caused you to laugh so heartily?"

    Theodore smirked. "Miss Dalia informed the principal about my abilities. I''m sure they''re all scrambling to figure out how to teach me magic."

    Belial chuckled. "Will you let them?"

    "Of course not," Theodore replied with a sly grin. "The God of Shadows has already granted me mastery over all forms of magic. But they don''t need to know that."

    Belial''s laughter grew louder, his praises echoing in the room. Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Belial opened it to reveal Principal Roman, his presence radiating immense mana. The old man''s long white beard and warm smile gave him an air of wisdom, but his overwhelming power was undeniable.

    Belial nearly glared at him before composing himself. Roman, rubbing his beard, chuckled. "Ho ho ho! What a remarkable young man."

    To Theodore, the principal resembled Father Christmas, a thought that made him chuckle. Standing, Theodore greeted Roman politely, though he was wary of the man''s power.

    Roman''s eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Let''s see just how remarkable you are." Placing a hand on Theodore''s shoulder, Roman sent a wave of powerful mana into him.

    Theodore remained calm, quickly circulating the energy through his mana system. It was a struggle, but after a few tense moments, he succeeded. Roman''s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

    "I see¡­" Roman murmured, impressed.

    Theodore yanked Roman''s hand away, glaring at him. "I''ve lost respect for you, Principal. If I didn''t know how to handle mana, that wave could have crippled or killed me."

    Roman chuckled, his excitement undeterred. "You are extraordinary, Theodore. Become my disciple."

    Theodore''s expression darkened. "No. And don''t ever touch me again, old man." Without another word, he slammed the door in Roman''s face.

    A Week Later

    For the next week, Theodore attended classes, noting that Roman was stalking him like a shadow. This constant presence infuriated Theodore, who swore to deal with the man one day.

    Meanwhile, at the boys'' dormitory, three students¡ªKai, Lain, and Marcus¡ªwere plotting their revenge. Caden, however, had isolated himself, haunted by thoughts of Theodore. He couldn''t shake the memory of the cold, dead look in his brother''s eyes.

    Finally, one evening, Caden stepped out, determined to confront Theodore. He found him walking outside, deep in conversation with Belial.

    "Theodore," Caden began, coughing awkwardly to get his attention. Theodore ignored him.

    "Brother," Caden called again, his voice shaky. "I¡­ I will surpass you. One day, I''ll be king."

    Theodore stopped, smirking as he turned to face him. "King? You think that matters to me? Your ambitions are nothing compared to mine."

    Belial chuckled darkly beside him as Theodore leaned closer, his gaze chilling. "You''re not my rival, Caden. You''re just an insect I''ll crush if you get in my way."

    Caden froze, the weight of Theodore''s words sinking in. As Theodore walked away, Belial''s mocking laughter echoed behind him. Despite the fear coursing through him, Caden felt a strange exhilaration. For the first time, he saw his brother as a rival worthy of his ambition.

    "I''ll prove myself," Caden whispered to himself, a determined smile breaking across his face.

 Caden:backstory

    Caden was born under the light of a hundred lanterns, the grandest celebration his kingdom had ever seen. As the second prince, he was showered with love, gifts, and admiration. His mother, Queen Bianca, often reminded him he was special, the pride of the kingdom. But even from an early age, Caden felt a shadow over his happiness¡ªthe presence of his elder brother, Theodore. Though they shared the same blood, they lived vastly different lives.

    Theodore''s mother,the former queen , had died tragically, and rumors of neglect surrounded the lonely prince. Theodore was kept in the decaying Rose Palace, far from the splendor of the main palace. Caden often gazed at the distant silhouette of the crumbling structure, wondering why his brother was left there alone.

    When Caden first asked about Theodore, his mother''s face darkened. "He doesn''t belong to us," she said coldly. "He''s a stain on this family. Never go near him." Despite her venomous words, Caden''s innocent heart yearned to understand his brother.

    Late at night, when the palace corridors were silent, Caden sometimes overheard whispers coming from his mother''s chambers. Men cloaked in darkness spoke of Theodore in hushed, ominous tones. Words like "accident" and "elimination" chilled Caden to the bone. He didn''t fully understand what they meant, but he felt the weight of danger surrounding his brother.

    One day, driven by curiosity and defiance, Caden sneaked into the Rose Palace. The sight broke his heart. Dust and cobwebs adorned the once-beautiful halls. The gardens, once vibrant, were overrun with weeds. Inside, he found Theodore¡ªa fragile boy sitting alone by a cracked window. His thin frame and hollow eyes spoke of neglect. When Caden offered him food and toys, Theodore hesitated but accepted with a faint, grateful smile.

    But tragedy struck when Theodore fell violently ill after eating Caden''s gift. The boy, pale and trembling, begged Caden to leave him alone. It was then that Caden learned the truth: the gifts he brought had been poisoned by his own mother. She had used him as a pawn in her cruel game. Caden was devastated. He confronted his mother, only to be met with punishment and scorn. "You should thank me," she hissed. "I''m protecting you from that abomination."

    From that moment, Caden''s emotions twisted. He wanted to save Theodore, but his mother''s manipulation and the guilt of his own involvement began to warp his perspective. Theodore, once a symbol of Caden''s guilt and helplessness, became a target for his frustrations. If Caden couldn''t save him, he would push him, provoke him¡ªanything to see Theodore fight back, to prove he wasn''t weak and helpless.

    Years passed, and Theodore endured endless torment from Caden. But Caden''s heart was never truly satisfied. It wasn''t until the day Theodore stood up to him, fists clenched and fire in his eyes, that Caden felt something new: pride. For the first time, his brother looked at him as an equal, not an unreachable figure or a helpless victim.

    But beneath that pride was a well of sorrow. Caden knew the scars he''d left on Theodore would never heal. He had wanted to be his brother''s savior, but instead, he had become his tormentor. Now, as he looked into Theodore''s glaring eyes, Caden smiled, even as tears welled in his own.

    "Finally," he thought. "He sees me."

    Caden returned to his room late at night, his expression neutral despite the racing thoughts in his head. His friends, Marcus and the others, were waiting for him, their faces filled with curiosity.

    "Hey, Caden, where did you go this late at night?" Marcus asked, his voice cautious.

    Caden''s gaze flicked toward him, cold and dismissive. "Do I have to explain my every move to wimps like you?"This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.

    The boys flinched at his sharp tone. "Oh, sorry," they muttered in unison, bowing their heads.

    With a wave of his hand, Caden dismissed them. They obeyed without hesitation, leaving the room. Alone at last, Caden let out a breath, a grin slowly spreading across his face. His chest felt light, his thoughts fixated on the day ahead. Tomorrow was his first day back at school after two weeks of absence, and he was looking forward to it. He couldn''t wait to see Theodore again.

    The Next Morning

    Caden strode into the classroom, his three companions trailing behind him. While the boys looked shy and humiliated after their humiliating defeat against Theodore, Caden remained composed, his expression unreadable.

    The classroom fell silent at their arrival, the tension thick in the air. Some of the students tried to greet Caden, acting as though nothing had happened, but he ignored them, heading straight to his seat. His gaze was fixed on the door, anticipation coursing through him as he waited for Theodore to appear.

    Then, Theodore walked in.

    The room''s atmosphere shifted instantly. Conversations halted, and everyone turned their attention to the elder prince. Theodore''s sharp, commanding aura silenced the chatter, and his mere presence seemed to demand respect. He walked to his seat with effortless grace, pulling out a book and opening it as though the stares meant nothing to him.

    Caden''s lips curved into a smile. To the other students, it looked unsettling, but to Caden, it was pure joy. Seeing Theodore like this, untouchable and powerful, thrilled him.

    In a loud, confident voice, Caden declared, "I will compete with my brother."

    The class froze, jaws dropping. Whispers erupted.

    "Brother?" one student muttered, bewildered. "Did he just call him ''brother''? He always called him ''curse boy.''"

    Even Marcus and his friends were stunned. Anger flickered in their eyes as they exchanged glances. They didn''t understand why their leader, Caden, was suddenly softening toward the brother he once despised.

    Theodore, however, didn''t react. His eyes remained glued to his book, his indifference cutting deeper than any words could.

    Caden frowned, but his excitement didn''t waver. He would make Theodore acknowledge him, no matter what.

    A sudden hush fell over the room as the door opened, and Miss Dalia entered with Principal Roman following close behind. The students quickly scrambled to their seats, their confusion evident as they tried to gauge the reason for this unexpected visit.

    Roman''s gaze swept the room before landing on Theodore. A strange smile spread across his face, one that made Theodore''s stomach churn with disgust.

    "I have an important announcement," Roman began. "Our upcoming test will be a group project, centered around teamwork and hunting skills."

    The room buzzed with excitement as students began discussing potential groups.

    Theodore, raising his hand calmly, interrupted the chatter. "Principal Roman, may I request to participate alone?"

    The class fell silent again, their shock palpable.

    Roman''s smile widened. "Of course, my treasure. For someone like you, exceptions can always be made."

    Theodore''s jaw tightened at the term "treasure," but he nodded curtly and resumed reading his book.

    Caden, however, was livid. He shot to his feet. "How can you let him compete alone? If he gets special treatment, I demand to work alone too!"

    Roman chuckled, the condescension in his voice grating. "You, Caden? You''re far too weak to handle that. Theodore has mastered advanced mana techniques and wields a three-star aura. You can''t even begin to compare."

    The class erupted in gasps, their eyes darting to Theodore with newfound awe and respect.

    Caden''s fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. His jaw tightened as his emotions swirled¡ªa volatile mix of envy, rage, and frustration. Without a word, he stormed out of the classroom, his friends following him eagerly.

    The Hallway

    "Caden, this is it!" Marcus exclaimed, grinning. "The war between you and your brother is finally happening."

    But Caden wasn''t listening. His mind was racing, replaying Roman''s words and the indifferent look on Theodore''s face. Three-star aura. Advanced mana. The terms repeated like a mocking chant in his head.

    He stopped in his tracks, his breathing heavy. His anger burned, but beneath it, a cold realization settled over him.

    He didn''t just want to surpass Theodore. That wasn''t enough. He wanted Theodore to look up to him, to grovel beneath him, to feel the crushing weight of despair. He wanted to destroy him.

    Caden smirked as his eyes darkened, the sinister gleam in them sending a shiver down Marcus''s spine.

    "The war has begun," Caden murmured.

    For the first time, the lines between love, hate, and obsession blurred entirely in his mind.

 Breaking limits:The battle within

    The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of students packing their belongings, a cacophony of rustling papers and murmured chatter. Theodore stood, adjusting his tunic with a practiced grace that betrayed none of his exhaustion. As he slung his satchel over his shoulder, a hand shot out to grab his wrist. He turned sharply, his piercing gaze meeting Jin''s trembling figure.

    Jin''s face was pale, his hands shaking as he clung to Theodore''s sleeve. Despite the fear in his eyes, he managed to stammer, "W-Well¡­ what changed you? How did you become this strong?"

    Theodore''s lips curved into a smile that didn''t quite reach his eyes. "By training," he replied simply.

    "You think I''ll believe that?" Jin yelled, his voice cracking with desperation. Realizing he had raised his voice, he quickly composed himself and adjusted his glasses. "I''m sorry, my prince," he muttered. "It''s just¡­ I''m desperate. I''m weak, pathetic. I can''t even stand up to the nobles who bully me."

    Theodore tilted his head, his expression unyielding. "How does that affect me?" he asked, his tone cold. "Focus on yourself, Jin. You look pathetic. Weak."

    Jin flinched at the words, but Theodore wasn''t finished. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down Jin''s spine. "No one will save you forever. You''d better start thinking of a way to save yourself."

    With that, Theodore turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Jin frozen in place. Yet, as Theodore''s words echoed in his mind, a small smile tugged at Jin''s lips. The prince''s brutal honesty stung, but it sparked something deep within him¡ªa glimmer of determination.

    Theodore made his way to the dormitory, his thoughts swirling. His mind was a tangled web of frustration. First, his brother Caden was obsessed with becoming his rival. Now, Jin was spouting nonsense about self-improvement. Even the principal was constantly watching him, and students who once mocked him were now fawning over him after his victory over Caden.

    Humans are so predictable, he mused. A little show of power, and their attitudes shifted like leaves in the wind. Some admired him, others hated him, but none of it mattered. Relationships were just strings waiting to be cut.

    Entering his room, Theodore was greeted by Belial and Mimi, his loyal shadow servants. The two knelt as he stepped inside, their voices in unison. "Welcome back, my prince."

    Theodore stretched his neck with a faint groan and dropped into a chair. "Stressful," he muttered. "My brother thinks he''s my rival."

    Belial chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming. "Do you wish to make him your enemy, my lord?"

    Theodore smirked. "Caden is insignificant. But I won''t underestimate him. Even the smallest insect can bite when ignored."

    Belial nodded, his expression approving. "You''re wise as always, my lord."

    Changing the subject, Belial informed Theodore about Roman, the mysterious principal. "We crossed paths today," he said. "I dislike him."

    "Did he say anything?"

    "No, but I''ve seen him before. Decades ago¡ªno, centuries."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. "A human who''s lived for hundreds of years? Interesting. Find out everything you can about him."

    Belial bowed. "As you command."

    Mimi, the shadow maid, spoke next, her voice soft. "My prince, I discovered something during my errand in the market. I encountered two men¡ªmy brothers."

    Theodore raised an eyebrow. "Your brothers?"

    "Yes," Mimi continued. "This body''s memories¡­ they were real. The owner of this vessel was the daughter of an assassin clan."

    Theodore''s expression shifted, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "A fascinating revelation. Prepare yourself, Mimi. This body will serve its purpose soon. I''ve devised a trap for the queen,I hope she loves the little gift."

    As the shadows busied themselves, Theodore began his training. He summoned a shadow entity, its presence filling the room with an oppressive chill. The entity handed him rare alchemical ingredients, which Scholar Shadow¡ª was skilled in dark magic¡ªused to brew a potent potion.

    Theodore sat cross-legged in the blood-drawn magic circle, the thick metallic scent of his own sacrifice filling the air. Shadows danced on the walls, cast by the flickering black flames of the enchanted ritual. Closing his eyes, he delved into the illusion realm¡ªa distorted battlefield that mirrored his deepest fears and desires.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

    When his consciousness fully immersed in the realm, he found himself standing amidst a desolate wasteland. The sky above churned with dark clouds, illuminated by crackling arcs of violet lightning. There, not far from him, stood his opponent: himself.

    The doppelg?nger smirked, its expression a twisted caricature of Theodore''s own confidence. The reflection was perfect¡ªsame piercing gaze, same sharp jawline¡ªbut its aura was suffocating. Where Theodore''s power smoldered, controlled yet potent, his opponent''s surged wildly, radiating untamed fury.

    Without warning, the copy launched forward, its blade a streak of light. Theodore barely had time to summon his own weapon¡ªa sleek black sword shimmering with dark mana. Their blades collided with a deafening clang, the shockwave ripping apart the ground beneath their feet.

    Theodore gritted his teeth as he held his ground. Sparks flew as their swords locked, each pouring mana into the clash. "You think you can stop me?" the copy sneered, its voice dripping with malice. "You''re nothing but a shadow of what you could be."

    Snarling, Theodore pushed back, forcing the copy to leap away. "I''ll show you," he growled. "I''ll surpass even my limits."

    The two clashed again, their movements blurring with speed. Theodore aimed for the copy''s chest with a diagonal slash, but his opponent twisted effortlessly, dodging the strike and countering with a quick thrust. Theodore parried, the force vibrating through his arms, and retaliated with a spin kick. The blow landed, sending the copy skidding back.

    But his triumph was short-lived. The doppelg?nger recovered mid-air, flipping gracefully before charging again. This time, its sword crackled with aura, a blazing trail of blue energy slicing through the air. Theodore barely managed to block the strike, but the sheer force shattered his blade into fragments.

    Stumbling back, he glared at his opponent. The copy smirked, brandishing its unscathed weapon. "What''s wrong? Is this all the ''Prince of Shadows'' can do?"

    Theodore''s chest heaved with effort. Anger flared in his veins, but he forced himself to focus. Summoning his mana, he forged another sword¡ªthis one heavier, jagged, pulsing with his dark energy. "You''ll regret underestimating me," he snarled.

    The two charged at each other, their blades meeting with an earth-shattering impact. The ground beneath them splintered as waves of energy exploded outward, creating craters in the barren wasteland. Theodore grunted under the strain, his arms trembling as he pushed against the copy''s relentless power. His mind raced. It''s as strong as me in every way¡ªbut it''s just an illusion. I have to outsmart it.

    He feinted a retreat, letting the copy overextend its strike. As the doppelg?nger''s blade slashed downward, Theodore sidestepped and slammed his elbow into its ribcage, sending it staggering. Without giving it a chance to recover, he infused his sword with mana and drove it forward in a piercing strike aimed at the heart.

    The copy twisted at the last second, the blade grazing its side instead of landing a fatal blow. Its expression contorted with rage. "You''ll pay for that."

    Theodore had no time to respond. The copy unleashed a barrage of strikes, each faster and more precise than the last. Theodore dodged and parried as best as he could, but one particularly vicious swing managed to slice across his shoulder. He hissed in pain, clutching the wound as blood seeped through his tunic.

    The copy laughed, circling him like a predator. "This is where you fall."

    But Theodore wasn''t finished. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, feeling the mana coursing through his body. He let the pain sharpen his focus. When he opened his eyes, they burned with determination.

    "Not yet," he said, his voice low and dangerous. His aura surged, darker and more potent than ever before. The wasteland trembled as cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, and the air grew heavy with the weight of his unleashed power.

    The copy hesitated, its smirk faltering. That was all Theodore needed. He surged forward, his movements blindingly fast, and delivered a devastating upward slash. The copy barely blocked, but the force of the attack sent it flying. Before it could recover, Theodore was upon it again, raining down strikes with relentless precision.

    "You''re just a shadow," Theodore growled. "I''ll surpass you and everything you represent!"

    With one final, earth-shaking blow, his blade cleaved through the copy''s sword, shattering it into fragments. The doppelg?nger stumbled back, its eyes wide with shock. Theodore didn''t hesitate. He drove his blade through its chest, and the copy let out a guttural scream before dissolving into mist.

    Back in the real world, Theodore gasped as he opened his eyes. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Around him, the shadows clapped, their movements eerie and silent. Belial stepped forward, his crimson eyes gleaming with pride.

    "You''ve done it, my prince," he said, bowing. "You''ve surpassed your limits."

    Theodore sat up slowly, a faint smile on his lips. But as the satisfaction of victory settled in, his expression hardened. "It''s not enough," he muttered. "Scholar Shadow, the potion."

    The shadow handed him the alchemical brew. Without hesitation, Theodore drank it, bracing himself for what was to come. The potion coursed through his veins like molten fire, and agony tore through his body. He clenched his teeth, suppressing the scream that threatened to escape.

    Electric shocks wracked his body, each one stronger than the last. His vision blurred, but he refused to succumb. Closing his eyes, he visualized his mana flow¡ªa river of energy that ran sluggishly through his veins. He reached for it, commanding it to move faster, to form the perfect circle.

    Time lost meaning as he battled his own limitations. Hours passed, or perhaps only minutes. Finally, with a surge of dark energy, the mana circles within him solidified¡ªtwo of them, glowing with power.

    When he opened his eyes, his shadows were kneeling before him, their voices filled with awe. "You are destined for greatness, my prince," Belial said, his tone reverent. "The world will tremble before you."

    Theodore stood, his body humming with newfound power. He didn''t smile this time. Instead, his gaze hardened with resolve. This is only the beginning.

 The hunt begins

    The morning sun bathed the academy grounds in golden light, the air alive with the chatter of students. Both Class A and Class B had gathered outside, awaiting the principal''s arrival. The teachers, Miss Dalia and Mr. Neith, stood at the forefront, exuding a stern patience. Among the crowd stood Theodore, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, his sharp gaze fixed forward.

    Despite his aloof demeanor, whispers spread like wildfire around him. Students stole glances at the enigmatic prince, while others exchanged quiet sneers, their loyalty still tied to Caden. The second prince, glaring daggers at Theodore from across the assembly, stood flanked by his loyal lackeys.

    The buzzing crowd fell silent as the air shimmered with magic. In an instant, Mr. Roman appeared, his teleportation spell fading with an elegant flourish. The principal adjusted his robes, his ever-present smirk cutting across his aged face. "Good morning, students," he began, his voice carrying authority and warmth. "Today''s project is one of great importance: a hunting expedition."

    Excitement rippled through the students. Hunting missions were not only a chance to display their skills but also an opportunity to gain prestige. Mr. Roman''s gaze swept over the group, pausing momentarily on Theodore. His smirk deepened as their eyes met, and he gave Theodore a deliberate wink.

    Theodore''s stomach churned in disgust. What is that old man playing at? He turned away, uninterested in whatever game the principal was planning.

    The students quickly formed groups, chattering excitedly as they aligned with their friends. Theodore remained still, making no effort to join anyone. He had no interest in teamwork. They''ll only slow me down, he thought.

    As the groups were finalized, a voice broke through the chatter. "Prince Theodore, it seems you''re alone." The speaker was a tall, confident girl with striking golden hair and piercing green eyes¡ªLady Elisa, the Duke''s daughter. She approached him with a practiced grace, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

    "I prefer it that way," Theodore said bluntly, his crimson eyes narrowing.

    Her smile didn''t falter. "Oh, I understand. But I have exceptional abilities, you know. I could be¡ª"

    Before she could finish, a figure stormed toward them. It was Vivian, her white hair billowing like a storm cloud. "Elisa, back off," she snapped, standing between the Duke''s daughter and Theodore. "He doesn''t need someone like you tagging along."

    The two girls immediately launched into a heated argument, their voices growing louder as accusations flew. Theodore rolled his eyes. This is why I prefer being alone. Without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving the girls behind.

    Theodore sought out Mr. Roman, who was watching the scene with amused detachment. "Mr. Roman," Theodore called, his tone flat but commanding.

    The principal turned, his staff gleaming in the sunlight. "Ah, Prince Theodore. To what do I owe this honor?"Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

    "When will I be advanced to the higher class?" Theodore asked, his gaze unwavering.

    Roman chuckled, stroking his beard. "Ah, young ambition. Unfortunately, advancing you directly would stir the nobles'' ire. Many parents¡­ influence such decisions with their wealth. For you, it must be undeniable. The world must see your strength."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. "So, what''s your solution?"

    "I''ve added you to the advanced class''s missions. Perform exceptionally, and your advancement will be inevitable." Roman''s smirk widened. "I trust you''ll make it¡­ memorable."

    Theodore nodded, understanding the challenge. "Fine. Just don''t get in my way."

    Roman laughed, raising his staff. With a flourish, he cast a spell that ignited a bright flare in the sky. The hunt had officially begun.

    Theodore ventured alone into the sprawling forest, his hands still tucked in his pockets. The dense canopy above filtered sunlight into golden shards, while the underbrush rustled with the movements of unseen creatures. He felt the presence of others¡ªstudents and monsters alike¡ªbut paid them no mind.

    As he walked deeper, voices reached him. "There he is," one hissed. Theodore sighed, glancing to his left. A group of other students from the B  class emerged, smirking with ill intent.

    "Time to teach you a lesson," one of them sneered. "For humiliating Prince Caden."

    Theodore shook his head. Idiots. He turned to walk away, uninterested in wasting energy on children.

    "Let''s not break his bones," one of the students said with a cruel laugh. "We''d get suspended."

    Theodore stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he turned, his lips curling into a sinister smile. His crimson pupils gleamed like smoldering coals. "Did you say you''d be suspended if you broke bones?" His voice was low, but the malice in it was unmistakable.

    The students exchanged uneasy glances. "Yeah, so what?" one challenged.

    Theodore''s grin widened. "Perfect."

    In a blur, he grabbed a thick branch from the ground and swung it with a casual motion. The wind from the strike cut through the air, and the tree behind the students splintered and crashed to the ground. Their faces paled.

    "What the¡ª?!"

    Theodore''s smile turned feral. "Your turn." He lunged forward, the branch a blur in his hands. Panic erupted among the students. Some fainted outright, while others tried to flee. Theodore moved like a shadow, breaking legs and arms with precise, merciless strikes. Their screams echoed through the forest, but Theodore didn''t care. He was enjoying himself too much.

    Exhausted from the chaos, Theodore eventually sank down against a large tree. He stared up at the sky through the canopy, his breathing steadying. The branch, now splintered and bloodstained, rested beside him.

    As the forest quieted, he felt it¡ªa presence. It was unlike the others. Cold and overwhelming, it made the air heavy.

    A childlike voice echoed around him, soft and mocking. "Hello, Theodore."

    The prince stiffened, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Who''s there?" he demanded, his tone sharp.

    The voice chuckled. "Deja vu, isn''t it? Just like the first time you touched the Shadow God''s book."

    Theodore''s heart raced, but he forced himself to stay calm. He stood, his aura flaring as he prepared for an attack. "Show yourself."

    But the presence faded as quickly as it had come, leaving only silence. Theodore frowned, gripping the branch tightly. What was that?

    Shaking off the encounter, Theodore resumed his hunt. But now, instead of animals, he sought the remaining students. Their terror amused him, and the forest soon echoed with the sound of snapping bones and desperate cries.

    Even the monsters, sensing his malevolent aura, fled before him. Goblins that had been chasing other students turned and bolted at the sight of him, their shrieks blending with the students'' panicked screams.

    By the time the sun began to set, the forest was a battlefield of broken bodies and shattered spirits. Theodore leaned against another tree, his smirk fading into a look of quiet satisfaction. Perhaps this hunt wasn''t so dull after all.

 The end of hunting

    Theodore moved through the dense forest, his movements quiet yet purposeful. His crimson eyes scanned the underbrush for movement, his senses attuned to the faint sounds of footsteps or rustling leaves. He wasn''t hunting beasts anymore¡ªhe was hunting students. Weaklings with no understanding of true power, he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

    He spotted a silhouette ahead and broke into a light jog, his anticipation building. But as he approached, the figure came into focus¡ªit was Vivian. She was surrounded by goblins, her terrified screams cutting through the air as the creatures closed in, weapons raised.

    Her frantic eyes locked onto Theodore. "Help me!" she cried, desperation dripping from her voice.

    Theodore frowned, crossing his arms. "Save yourself," he said coldly.

    Her pleas turned to sobs. "Please! I¡ªI''m not strong enough!"

    Before Theodore could reply, a whistling sound pierced the air. An arrow streaked through the trees and embedded itself in the lead goblin''s throat. The creature gurgled and fell, spurring the others into a frenzy. They charged at Theodore, but he dispatched them with a few precise movements of his blade.

    Turning toward the source of the arrow, Theodore called out in a commanding voice, "Come out."

    From behind a tree, Jin emerged, trembling. His bow was still raised, and his hands shook as he stared at the fallen goblins. Blood splattered the ground, and the reality of his first kill was evident in his pale face.

    "Jin," Theodore said, narrowing his eyes. "Interesting."

    Vivian, oblivious to Jin''s distress, ran to Theodore and threw her arms around him. "Thank you for saving me!"

    Theodore pushed her away, his expression indifferent. "It wasn''t me. It was Jin."

    Vivian blinked, then turned to Jin, her gratitude quickly overshadowed by embarrassment. "What? That can''t be true. You ran here because you wanted to save me, didn''t you?"

    Theodore laughed dryly. "Don''t flatter yourself. I came here thinking you were just another student from the advanced class. You''re lucky I didn''t break your bones."

    Vivian''s face reddened with a mix of anger and humiliation. "Why are you so cruel to me? Is this because of the marriage contract that was canceled? Are you holding a grudge?"

    Theodore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Vivian, we''re ten years old. I don''t care about marriage, and the fact that your father canceled it was the best decision he''s ever made." His gaze hardened. "And if I''m cruel to you, it''s because you''re clingy. I hate clingy people."

    Vivian began to yell, her voice rising in pitch as tears streamed down her face. Jin quickly stepped forward, hugging her gently. "It''s okay, Vivian," he said softly, wiping away her tears.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

    Theodore raised an eyebrow at the scene. "Jin, is she special to you?"

    Jin flushed red, stammering. "N-No! It''s not like that." Lowering his voice, he activated a sound transmission spell so Vivian couldn''t hear. "She''s¡­ my cousin. My family is noble, too."

    Theodore tilted his head. "Your surname is Stirling, isn''t it? Why hide it?"

    Jin hesitated before explaining. "My father was betrayed by Vivian''s father. They''re brothers, but¡­ the conflict cost us everything. Now, we''re forbidden from using the Duke''s name."

    Theodore smirked. "Why are you telling me this?"

    Jin''s expression grew determined. "Because your advice¡ªto save myself¡ªmade me want to change. I want to grow stronger."

    Theodore studied Jin for a moment before smiling faintly. "You have potential. But you''ll need more than determination. Tell me Vivian''s secret, and I''ll consider helping you."

    "Her secret?" Jin asked, confused.

    "Her split personality."

    Jin''s eyes widened in shock. "You¡­ you already know?"

    Theodore nodded. "Of course. Meet me later. We''ll discuss your future."

    As Jin and Vivian walked away, Theodore continued deeper into the forest. Suddenly, a blade swung toward him. Theodore didn''t flinch. Instead, he blocked the strike effortlessly with a tree branch, the wooden stick holding firm against steel.

    "Are you looking down on me, brother?" Caden roared, his face twisted with fury.

    Theodore sighed. "Brother. Why are you so obsessed with me?"

    Caden faltered, surprised. Theodore had never addressed him as "brother" before. A small, involuntary smile formed on his lips.

    Theodore noticed and smirked. "You''re easy to manipulate. Leave now, Caden, before you get hurt."

    Caden gripped his sword tightly. "Are you saying that because I''m your brother? Do you pity me?"

    Theodore laughed, his voice filled with mockery. "Pity? No, Caden. You''re just not worth my time. Stop dreaming of surpassing me. The world isn''t full of roses and sunshine, no matter how our parents raised you."

    "I''ll surpass you," Caden growled, his aura flaring.

    Theodore sighed, his crimson eyes glowing ominously. "Then let me teach you a lesson."

    The ground darkened as black smoke began to spread, swallowing the forest in an eerie fog. Shadows emerged from the mist, flickering and darting around Caden like phantoms. Their whispers filled the air, cold and unsettling.

    Caden''s confidence wavered. "What¡­ what is this?"

    Theodore stepped closer, his aura suffocating. "This is the difference between us, Caden. You''re an insect. I don''t care about the title of king. My goals are far beyond your comprehension."

    The shadows surged, their forms twisting into monstrous shapes. One lunged at Caden, and he stumbled back, his sword trembling in his grip. The forest seemed alive with malice, every sound amplified to an unbearable degree.

    Caden dropped his sword, his knees buckling. His vision blurred as the oppressive aura overwhelmed him. With a gasp, he collapsed, unconscious.

    Theodore waved his hand, dispersing the smoke and shadows. He turned to the group of trembling students who had accompanied Caden. "Take him and leave."

    They didn''t need to be told twice. Grabbing Caden, they fled as fast as their legs could carry them.

    Belial materialized beside Theodore, bowing low. "Shall I erase their memories, my prince?"

    Theodore nodded. "Dark magic is a taboo. We can''t afford to attract unwanted attention."

    Belial disappeared, his figure dissolving into the shadows.

    The hunting trial concluded as the sun dipped below the horizon. The surviving students returned, most battered and bloodied. Rumors spread quickly about Theodore''s rampage, though no one could confirm the extent of what had occurred.

    When the principal''s gaze landed on Theodore, he raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You''ve caused quite a stir, young prince."

    Theodore shrugged, his expression indifferent. "They challenged me. I simply responded."

    Mr. Roman chuckled, the glint in his eyes hinting at something more. "We''ll see how the school handles your¡­ enthusiasm."

    But Theodore wasn''t worried. As far as he was concerned, this was just the beginning.

 The Forest of deception

    Theodore leaned back in his chair, savoring the delicate flavor of his tea. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of Belial organizing documents on a nearby table. A satisfied smirk played on Theodore''s lips. The day''s events had gone precisely as he intended, and the month-long suspension was a delightful bonus.

    Belial glanced at his master''s expression, unable to suppress his curiosity. "My lord, I trust you enjoyed today''s¡­ entertainment? But tell me, what punishment did the teachers decide upon?"

    Theodore''s smirk deepened. "Suspension for a month. Convenient, really. Finally, I''m free from those irritating children."

    Belial chuckled softly. "But, my lord, you are a child yourself."

    Theodore hesitated for a brief moment, his smirk faltering. If only he knew.

    "About that," Theodore said, his voice dropping to a thoughtful tone. "Belial, I''m not originally from this world."

    Belial froze mid-step, his crimson eyes widening in shock. "What?"

    Theodore leaned forward, swirling his tea idly. "My soul came from a place called Earth. A world devoid of mana or magic. Instead, humans there created technology far beyond anything this world has seen."

    Belial stared at him, his usually calm demeanor shaken. "Does the God of Shadows know this? And Mr. Roman?"

    Theodore nodded. "They''re aware. It''s likely why the God of Shadows chose me. But there''s something strange¡ªwhen I died on Earth, I felt a presence, something dragging my soul before I could ascend to whatever afterlife awaited me. I suspect it was one of the gods of this world."

    Belial''s expression darkened. "Do you intend to find out which god dared to interfere?"

    Theodore''s gaze sharpened. "Of course. And when I do, they''ll regret it."

    Belial hesitated, then asked cautiously, "My lord, what was your name in your previous life?"

    Theodore''s hand stilled. He set his teacup down, his expression unreadable. "Why do you wish to know?"

    Belial bowed his head slightly. "Because even if this is a new life, your past is still a part of you. I only wish to understand my master better."

    Theodore stared at him for a long moment before letting out a quiet sigh. "I appreciate your loyalty, Belial, but that name belongs to a life I''ve left behind. One day, I may tell you. But for now, it holds memories I''d rather not revisit."

    Belial nodded, sensing the finality in his master''s tone. "As you command, my lord."

    Theodore leaned back, his crimson eyes glinting. "Even the God of Shadows doesn''t know my name. Take pride in that, Belial. Few have kept secrets from a god."

    Belial''s lips twitched into a small smile. "You never cease to amaze me, my lord."

    Theodore''s gaze turned serious. "Now, tell me¡ªwhat have you uncovered about Mr. Roman?"

    Belial''s expression tightened. "Very little, my lord. The academy''s records state that he was once a student here, centuries ago. During his time, he exposed a secret cabal of elders and teachers who practiced dark magic. The imperial palace intervened, and the guilty were publicly executed¡ªbeheaded in the town square or fed to pigs."

    Theodore raised an eyebrow. "What motivated him to expose them? Was he a victim of their schemes?"

    "I couldn''t find anything concrete," Belial admitted. "But his mana¡­ it''s unnatural. Massive, overwhelming. I suspect he''s no longer human."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. "A mortal doesn''t live for centuries. Either he''s made a deal with a god, or he''s something entirely different. Continue investigating, Belial. There''s more to this man than meets the eye."

    Belial bowed. "As you wish, my lord."

    At that moment, Mimi entered the room, her expression calm but her voice tense. "My lord, the queen has sent a letter. She''s ordered her men to ensure your death¡ªand tonight, under the full moon, her agents are meeting me to discuss the progress of the poison."

    Theodore''s smirk returned, cold and calculating. "It seems my plan is falling into place. Belial, prepare yourself. You''ll witness something entertaining tonight."

    Belial''s eyes gleamed with excitement. "As you command, my lord."

    Under the light of the full moon, Mimi walked through the dense forest, her footsteps soft against the fallen leaves. Behind her, concealed by layers of shadow magic, Theodore and Belial followed silently.

    When Mimi reached the clearing, she signaled Theodore. Moments later, several men emerged from the shadows, their leader stepping forward.

    "Have you been poisoning the prince as instructed?" the leader demanded.

    Mimi nodded, her expression fearful. "Yes. But someone must be helping him. He''s still alive."

    The leader''s face twisted with anger. "And why haven''t you dealt with them?"

    "I will," Mimi stammered. "Please, just give me more time."

    The leader sneered and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back roughly. Mimi gasped, struggling against his grip.

    Hidden in the shadows, Belial''s fists clenched. "My lord," he whispered angrily. "They''re hurting her. Why do you remain so calm?"

    Theodore chuckled softly. "Because she''s acting, Belial. Don''t forget¡ªMimi is merely a shadow possessing the body of the real maid. Pain means nothing to her."

    Belial blinked, then flushed with embarrassment. "Of course. Forgive my short-sightedness, my lord."

    Theodore smirked. "No need. Enjoy the show."

    The leader slammed Mimi''s head against a tree, snarling, "The queen is furious. You''ll face her judgment tomorrow at the marquis''s estate."

    Mimi whimpered convincingly, her gasps and tears earning a flicker of amusement from Theodore. "She''s quite the actress," he murmured.

    When the men finally left, Theodore stepped into the clearing, his crimson eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Well done, Mimi. You played your part beautifully."

    Mimi straightened, her tears vanishing as her face returned to its usual monotone expression. "Thank you, my lord."

    Belial draped his coat over her shoulders, earning a faint smile from the shadow maid.

    Theodore''s gaze turned toward the distant lights of the marquis''s estate. "The academy isn''t far from their territory. Tomorrow, we''ll visit. I suspect things are about to become far more interesting."

    Belial grinned. "Shall I prepare the carriage, my lord?"

    Theodore''s smirk widened. "No need. We''ll travel in the shadows. Let the queen think she''s won¡ªuntil it''s too late."

    Theodore leaned back in his chair, savoring the delicate flavor of his tea. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of Belial organizing documents on a nearby table. A satisfied smirk played on Theodore''s lips. The day''s events had gone precisely as he intended, and the month-long suspension was a delightful bonus.

    Belial glanced at his master''s expression, unable to suppress his curiosity. "My lord, I trust you enjoyed today''s¡­ entertainment? But tell me, what punishment did the teachers decide upon?"

    Theodore''s smirk deepened. "Suspension for a month. Convenient, really. Finally, I''m free from those irritating children."

    Belial chuckled softly. "But, my lord, you are a child yourself."

    Theodore hesitated for a brief moment, his smirk faltering. If only he knew.

    "About that," Theodore said, his voice dropping to a thoughtful tone. "Belial, I''m not originally from this world."

    Belial froze mid-step, his crimson eyes widening in shock. "What?"

    Theodore leaned forward, swirling his tea idly. "My soul came from a place called Earth. A world devoid of mana or magic. Instead, humans there created technology far beyond anything this world has seen."

    Belial stared at him, his usually calm demeanor shaken. "Does the God of Shadows know this? And Mr. Roman?"

    Theodore nodded. "They''re aware. It''s likely why the God of Shadows chose me. But there''s something strange¡ªwhen I died on Earth, I felt a presence, something dragging my soul before I could ascend to whatever afterlife awaited me. I suspect it was one of the gods of this world."

    Belial''s expression darkened. "Do you intend to find out which god dared to interfere?"

    Theodore''s gaze sharpened. "Of course. And when I do, they''ll regret it."

    Belial hesitated, then asked cautiously, "My lord, what was your name in your previous life?"

    Theodore''s hand stilled. He set his teacup down, his expression unreadable. "Why do you wish to know?"

    Belial bowed his head slightly. "Because even if this is a new life, your past is still a part of you. I only wish to understand my master better."

    Theodore stared at him for a long moment before letting out a quiet sigh. "I appreciate your loyalty, Belial, but that name belongs to a life I''ve left behind. One day, I may tell you. But for now, it holds memories I''d rather not revisit."

    Belial nodded, sensing the finality in his master''s tone. "As you command, my lord."

    Theodore leaned back, his crimson eyes glinting. "Even the God of Shadows doesn''t know my name. Take pride in that, Belial. Few have kept secrets from a god."

    Belial''s lips twitched into a small smile. "You never cease to amaze me, my lord."

    Theodore''s gaze turned serious. "Now, tell me¡ªwhat have you uncovered about Mr. Roman?"

    Belial''s expression tightened. "Very little, my lord. The academy''s records state that he was once a student here, centuries ago. During his time, he exposed a secret cabal of elders and teachers who practiced dark magic. The imperial palace intervened, and the guilty were publicly executed¡ªbeheaded in the town square or fed to pigs."Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.

    Theodore raised an eyebrow. "What motivated him to expose them? Was he a victim of their schemes?"

    "I couldn''t find anything concrete," Belial admitted. "But his mana¡­ it''s unnatural. Massive, overwhelming. I suspect he''s no longer human."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. "A mortal doesn''t live for centuries. Either he''s made a deal with a god, or he''s something entirely different. Continue investigating, Belial. There''s more to this man than meets the eye."

    Belial bowed. "As you wish, my lord."

    At that moment, Mimi entered the room, her expression calm but her voice tense. "My lord, the queen has sent a letter. She''s ordered her men to ensure your death¡ªand tonight, under the full moon, her agents are meeting me to discuss the progress of the poison."

    Theodore''s smirk returned, cold and calculating. "It seems my plan is falling into place. Belial, prepare yourself. You''ll witness something entertaining tonight."

    Belial''s eyes gleamed with excitement. "As you command, my lord."

    Under the light of the full moon, Mimi walked through the dense forest, her footsteps soft against the fallen leaves. Behind her, concealed by layers of shadow magic, Theodore and Belial followed silently.

    When Mimi reached the clearing, she signaled Theodore. Moments later, several men emerged from the shadows, their leader stepping forward.

    "Have you been poisoning the prince as instructed?" the leader demanded.

    Mimi nodded, her expression fearful. "Yes. But someone must be helping him. He''s still alive."

    The leader''s face twisted with anger. "And why haven''t you dealt with them?"

    "I will," Mimi stammered. "Please, just give me more time."

    The leader sneered and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back roughly. Mimi gasped, struggling against his grip.

    Hidden in the shadows, Belial''s fists clenched. "My lord," he whispered angrily. "They''re hurting her. Why do you remain so calm?"

    Theodore chuckled softly. "Because she''s acting, Belial. Don''t forget¡ªMimi is merely a shadow possessing the body of the real maid. Pain means nothing to her."

    Belial blinked, then flushed with embarrassment. "Of course. Forgive my short-sightedness, my lord."

    Theodore smirked. "No need. Enjoy the show."

    The leader slammed Mimi''s head against a tree, snarling, "The queen is furious. You''ll face her judgment tomorrow at the marquis''s estate."

    Mimi whimpered convincingly, her gasps and tears earning a flicker of amusement from Theodore. "She''s quite the actress," he murmured.

    When the men finally left, Theodore stepped into the clearing, his crimson eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Well done, Mimi. You played your part beautifully."

    Mimi straightened, her tears vanishing as her face returned to its usual monotone expression. "Thank you, my lord."

    Belial draped his coat over her shoulders, earning a faint smile from the shadow maid.

    Theodore''s gaze turned toward the distant lights of the marquis''s estate. "The academy isn''t far from their territory. Tomorrow, we''ll visit. I suspect things are about to become far more interesting."

    Belial grinned. "Shall I prepare the carriage, my lord?"

    Theodore''s smirk widened. "No need. We''ll travel in the shadows. Let the queen think she''s won¡ªuntil it''s too late."Theodore leaned back in his chair, savoring the delicate flavor of his tea. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of Belial organizing documents on a nearby table. A satisfied smirk played on Theodore''s lips. The day''s events had gone precisely as he intended, and the month-long suspension was a delightful bonus.

    Belial glanced at his master''s expression, unable to suppress his curiosity. "My lord, I trust you enjoyed today''s¡­ entertainment? But tell me, what punishment did the teachers decide upon?"

    Theodore''s smirk deepened. "Suspension for a month. Convenient, really. Finally, I''m free from those irritating children."

    Belial chuckled softly. "But, my lord, you are a child yourself."

    Theodore hesitated for a brief moment, his smirk faltering. If only he knew.

    "About that," Theodore said, his voice dropping to a thoughtful tone. "Belial, I''m not originally from this world."

    Belial froze mid-step, his crimson eyes widening in shock. "What?"

    Theodore leaned forward, swirling his tea idly. "My soul came from a place called Earth. A world devoid of mana or magic. Instead, humans there created technology far beyond anything this world has seen."

    Belial stared at him, his usually calm demeanor shaken. "Does the God of Shadows know this? And Mr. Roman?"

    Theodore nodded. "They''re aware. It''s likely why the God of Shadows chose me. But there''s something strange¡ªwhen I died on Earth, I felt a presence, something dragging my soul before I could ascend to whatever afterlife awaited me. I suspect it was one of the gods of this world."

    Belial''s expression darkened. "Do you intend to find out which god dared to interfere?"

    Theodore''s gaze sharpened. "Of course. And when I do, they''ll regret it."

    Belial hesitated, then asked cautiously, "My lord, what was your name in your previous life?"

    Theodore''s hand stilled. He set his teacup down, his expression unreadable. "Why do you wish to know?"

    Belial bowed his head slightly. "Because even if this is a new life, your past is still a part of you. I only wish to understand my master better."

    Theodore stared at him for a long moment before letting out a quiet sigh. "I appreciate your loyalty, Belial, but that name belongs to a life I''ve left behind. One day, I may tell you. But for now, it holds memories I''d rather not revisit."

    Belial nodded, sensing the finality in his master''s tone. "As you command, my lord."

    Theodore leaned back, his crimson eyes glinting. "Even the God of Shadows doesn''t know my name. Take pride in that, Belial. Few have kept secrets from a god."

    Belial''s lips twitched into a small smile. "You never cease to amaze me, my lord."

    Theodore''s gaze turned serious. "Now, tell me¡ªwhat have you uncovered about Mr. Roman?"

    Belial''s expression tightened. "Very little, my lord. The academy''s records state that he was once a student here, centuries ago. During his time, he exposed a secret cabal of elders and teachers who practiced dark magic. The imperial palace intervened, and the guilty were publicly executed¡ªbeheaded in the town square or fed to pigs."

    Theodore raised an eyebrow. "What motivated him to expose them? Was he a victim of their schemes?"

    "I couldn''t find anything concrete," Belial admitted. "But his mana¡­ it''s unnatural. Massive, overwhelming. I suspect he''s no longer human."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. "A mortal doesn''t live for centuries. Either he''s made a deal with a god, or he''s something entirely different. Continue investigating, Belial. There''s more to this man than meets the eye."

    Belial bowed. "As you wish, my lord."

    At that moment, Mimi entered the room, her expression calm but her voice tense. "My lord, the queen has sent a letter. She''s ordered her men to ensure your death¡ªand tonight, under the full moon, her agents are meeting me to discuss the progress of the poison."

    Theodore''s smirk returned, cold and calculating. "It seems my plan is falling into place. Belial, prepare yourself. You''ll witness something entertaining tonight."

    Belial''s eyes gleamed with excitement. "As you command, my lord."

    Under the light of the full moon, Mimi walked through the dense forest, her footsteps soft against the fallen leaves. Behind her, concealed by layers of shadow magic, Theodore and Belial followed silently.

    When Mimi reached the clearing, she signaled Theodore. Moments later, several men emerged from the shadows, their leader stepping forward.

    "Have you been poisoning the prince as instructed?" the leader demanded.

    Mimi nodded, her expression fearful. "Yes. But someone must be helping him. He''s still alive."

    The leader''s face twisted with anger. "And why haven''t you dealt with them?"

    "I will," Mimi stammered. "Please, just give me more time."

    The leader sneered and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back roughly. Mimi gasped, struggling against his grip.

    Hidden in the shadows, Belial''s fists clenched. "My lord," he whispered angrily. "They''re hurting her. Why do you remain so calm?"

    Theodore chuckled softly. "Because she''s acting, Belial. Don''t forget¡ªMimi is merely a shadow possessing the body of the real maid. Pain means nothing to her."

    Belial blinked, then flushed with embarrassment. "Of course. Forgive my short-sightedness, my lord."

    Theodore smirked. "No need. Enjoy the show."

    The leader slammed Mimi''s head against a tree, snarling, "The queen is furious. You''ll face her judgment tomorrow at the marquis''s estate."

    Mimi whimpered convincingly, her gasps and tears earning a flicker of amusement from Theodore. "She''s quite the actress," he murmured.

    When the men finally left, Theodore stepped into the clearing, his crimson eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Well done, Mimi. You played your part beautifully."

    Mimi straightened, her tears vanishing as her face returned to its usual monotone expression. "Thank you, my lord."

    Belial draped his coat over her shoulders, earning a faint smile from the shadow maid.

    Theodore''s gaze turned toward the distant lights of the marquis''s estate. "The academy isn''t far from their territory. Tomorrow, we''ll visit. I suspect things are about to become far more interesting."

    Belial grinned. "Shall I prepare the carriage, my lord?"

    Theodore''s smirk widened. "No need. We''ll travel in the shadows. Let the queen think she''s won¡ªuntil it''s too late."

    Theodore leaned back in his chair, savoring the delicate flavor of his tea. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of Belial organizing documents on a nearby table. A satisfied smirk played on Theodore''s lips. The day''s events had gone precisely as he intended, and the month-long suspension was a delightful bonus.

    Belial glanced at his master''s expression, unable to suppress his curiosity. "My lord, I trust you enjoyed today''s¡­ entertainment? But tell me, what punishment did the teachers decide upon?"

    Theodore''s smirk deepened. "Suspension for a month. Convenient, really. Finally, I''m free from those irritating children."

    Belial chuckled softly. "But, my lord, you are a child yourself."

    Theodore hesitated for a brief moment, his smirk faltering. If only he knew.

    "About that," Theodore said, his voice dropping to a thoughtful tone. "Belial, I''m not originally from this world."

    Belial froze mid-step, his crimson eyes widening in shock. "What?"

    Theodore leaned forward, swirling his tea idly. "My soul came from a place called Earth. A world devoid of mana or magic. Instead, humans there created technology far beyond anything this world has seen."

    Belial stared at him, his usually calm demeanor shaken. "Does the God of Shadows know this? And Mr. Roman?"

    Theodore nodded. "They''re aware. It''s likely why the God of Shadows chose me. But there''s something strange¡ªwhen I died on Earth, I felt a presence, something dragging my soul before I could ascend to whatever afterlife awaited me. I suspect it was one of the gods of this world."

    Belial''s expression darkened. "Do you intend to find out which god dared to interfere?"

    Theodore''s gaze sharpened. "Of course. And when I do, they''ll regret it."

    Belial hesitated, then asked cautiously, "My lord, what was your name in your previous life?"

    Theodore''s hand stilled. He set his teacup down, his expression unreadable. "Why do you wish to know?"

    Belial bowed his head slightly. "Because even if this is a new life, your past is still a part of you. I only wish to understand my master better."

    Theodore stared at him for a long moment before letting out a quiet sigh. "I appreciate your loyalty, Belial, but that name belongs to a life I''ve left behind. One day, I may tell you. But for now, it holds memories I''d rather not revisit."

    Belial nodded, sensing the finality in his master''s tone. "As you command, my lord."

    Theodore leaned back, his crimson eyes glinting. "Even the God of Shadows doesn''t know my name. Take pride in that, Belial. Few have kept secrets from a god."

    Belial''s lips twitched into a small smile. "You never cease to amaze me, my lord."

    Theodore''s gaze turned serious. "Now, tell me¡ªwhat have you uncovered about Mr. Roman?"

    Belial''s expression tightened. "Very little, my lord. The academy''s records state that he was once a student here, centuries ago. During his time, he exposed a secret cabal of elders and teachers who practiced dark magic. The imperial palace intervened, and the guilty were publicly executed¡ªbeheaded in the town square or fed to pigs."

    Theodore raised an eyebrow. "What motivated him to expose them? Was he a victim of their schemes?"

    "I couldn''t find anything concrete," Belial admitted. "But his mana¡­ it''s unnatural. Massive, overwhelming. I suspect he''s no longer human."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. "A mortal doesn''t live for centuries. Either he''s made a deal with a god, or he''s something entirely different. Continue investigating, Belial. There''s more to this man than meets the eye."

    Belial bowed. "As you wish, my lord."

    At that moment, Mimi entered the room, her expression calm but her voice tense. "My lord, the queen has sent a letter. She''s ordered her men to ensure your death¡ªand tonight, under the full moon, her agents are meeting me to discuss the progress of the poison."

    Theodore''s smirk returned, cold and calculating. "It seems my plan is falling into place. Belial, prepare yourself. You''ll witness something entertaining tonight."

    Belial''s eyes gleamed with excitement. "As you command, my lord."

    Under the light of the full moon, Mimi walked through the dense forest, her footsteps soft against the fallen leaves. Behind her, concealed by layers of shadow magic, Theodore and Belial followed silently.

    When Mimi reached the clearing, she signaled Theodore. Moments later, several men emerged from the shadows, their leader stepping forward.

    "Have you been poisoning the prince as instructed?" the leader demanded.

    Mimi nodded, her expression fearful. "Yes. But someone must be helping him. He''s still alive."

    The leader''s face twisted with anger. "And why haven''t you dealt with them?"

    "I will," Mimi stammered. "Please, just give me more time."

    The leader sneered and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back roughly. Mimi gasped, struggling against his grip.

    Hidden in the shadows, Belial''s fists clenched. "My lord," he whispered angrily. "They''re hurting her. Why do you remain so calm?"

    Theodore chuckled softly. "Because she''s acting, Belial. Don''t forget¡ªMimi is merely a shadow possessing the body of the real maid. Pain means nothing to her."

    Belial blinked, then flushed with embarrassment. "Of course. Forgive my short-sightedness, my lord."

    Theodore smirked. "No need. Enjoy the show."

    The leader slammed Mimi''s head against a tree, snarling, "The queen is furious. You''ll face her judgment tomorrow at the marquis''s estate."

    Mimi whimpered convincingly, her gasps and tears earning a flicker of amusement from Theodore. "She''s quite the actress," he murmured.

    When the men finally left, Theodore stepped into the clearing, his crimson eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Well done, Mimi. You played your part beautifully."

    Mimi straightened, her tears vanishing as her face returned to its usual monotone expression. "Thank you, my lord."

    Belial draped his coat over her shoulders, earning a faint smile from the shadow maid.

    Theodore''s gaze turned toward the distant lights of the marquis''s estate. "The academy isn''t far from their territory. Tomorrow, we''ll visit. I suspect things are about to become far more interesting."

    Belial grinned. "Shall I prepare the carriage, my lord?"

    Theodore''s smirk widened. "No need. We''ll travel in the shadows. Let the queen think she''s won¡ªuntil it''s too late."

 Luna the tree

    Back in the dorm Theodore pushed his chair back, rising from his desk. Belial and Mimi, who had been standing attentively nearby, exchanged puzzled glances as their master strode purposefully toward the door.

    "My lord," Belial ventured, "where are you going at this hour?"

    Theodore glanced back, his crimson eyes glinting with quiet amusement. "There''s a place I want to see. Follow me."

    Curiosity piqued, Belial and Mimi obediently followed Theodore as he led them out into the night. The forest loomed ahead, bathed in the eerie glow of the full moon. This was the same forest where the students had hunted earlier in the day, but now it felt different¡ªdarker, heavier, as though the air itself was alive with anticipation.

    They walked in silence until they reached a peculiar spot deep within the forest. At the center stood an enormous, ancient tree. Its gnarled bark shimmered faintly, and tendrils of mana pulsed from its roots like veins of glowing light.

    Belial frowned, stepping closer to the tree. "My lord¡­ what is this?"

    Theodore''s lips curled into a knowing smile. "It''s no ordinary tree. Stop pretending to sleep," he said, his voice low but commanding.

    The tree remained still, its only response the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. Theodore tilted his head and turned away. "Let''s leave. It seems uninterested."

    Suddenly, the tree began to tremble. The ground beneath them quaked as its trunk shifted, bending unnaturally. Before their astonished eyes, the tree morphed into the form of a little girl. Her silver hair flowed like moonlight, and she hovered a few feet above the ground, her wide eyes glowing faintly.

    "Don''t leave me alone," the girl said, her voice soft and childlike. "Luna is lonely."

    Belial instinctively moved to shield Theodore, his hand on his weapon. "My lord, stand back! She could be dangerous."

    "Stop," Theodore said with a wave of his hand. "She''s no threat."

    The little girl floated closer, her small hands reaching out as she embraced Theodore. He stiffened, clearly uncomfortable. "Don''t touch me," he said coldly. "Who are you?"

    The girl giggled. "Luna is Luna! Luna is a magical tree."

    "A magical tree?" Theodore repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Then why do you look like this?"

    Luna''s smile faded, and she looked down, sadness clouding her features. "It was Papa''s wish," she whispered. "He said¡­ if Luna became like this, Luna could bring Mama back. But Mama never came back."

    Theodore, Belial, and Mimi exchanged uneasy glances. Who was this ''Papa,'' and why would he do something like this to his own child?

    Theodore crouched slightly to meet Luna''s gaze. "Your father¡ªwas he a tree too?"

    "No, no," Luna said, shaking her head. "Papa was human. But Papa said if Luna became a tree, he''d love Luna forever. And Mama would come back¡­"You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

    Theodore straightened, his expression unreadable. "I see. Well, I''ll be leaving now."

    "No!" Luna cried, her eyes filling with tears. "Everyone leaves Luna. They ask questions, Luna helps, and then they never come back. Luna doesn''t want to be alone!"

    Mimi, moved by the girl''s despair, knelt before Theodore. "My lord, please. Let us take care of her. She''s just a child."

    Theodore crossed his arms and looked away, clearly annoyed. "I''m already ten years old. How am I supposed to take care of someone else''s burden?"

    Mimi bowed lower, her voice pleading. "Please, my lord. I will take full responsibility. She won''t be a bother to you."

    Theodore sighed heavily, finally relenting. "Fine. Do whatever you want. Just keep her out of my way."

    Mimi beamed and turned to Luna, pulling her into a hug. Luna smiled, but her expression quickly turned somber. "Luna can''t leave this spot. Once the full moon is gone, Luna will turn back into a tree."

    Theodore narrowed his eyes. "If you''re so powerful and knowledgeable, can''t you do something about it?"

    Luna shook her head. "Luna is a spirit tree. Luna''s purpose is to help people and share knowledge. Luna can''t change herself."

    Theodore''s disinterest began to shift as Luna''s glowing eyes locked with his. She tilted her head and spoke softly, "Luna knows Theodore isn''t from this world. Luna knows Theodore is a disaster for this planet. Luna knows Theodore will bring war."

    Theodore''s blood ran cold. He stepped forward, grabbing her shoulders. "What do you mean?"

    Luna blinked, her expression confused. "Luna¡­ doesn''t know. Sometimes Luna says things and doesn''t remember."

    Theodore''s smirk returned, though it was tinged with unease. "Fascinating."

    He turned to Mimi. "Step aside. I''m going to fix this."

    Theodore closed his eyes, summoning the ancient knowledge of the Shadow God. Words of power appeared before him, written in a language long forgotten. As he chanted, dark clouds swirled above, blotting out the moonlight. The air crackled with energy, and the ground quaked violently.

    Luna floated higher, her form surrounded by a swirling vortex of shadows. A glowing seal began to form on her hand, pulsating with dark mana.

    Belial and Mimi stepped back, shielding their eyes from the blinding light. The entire forest seemed to respond, the trees groaning as if in pain, and the wind howled like a chorus of wailing spirits.

    Theodore''s voice rose, the chant reaching its climax. The seal burned brightly before fading, and Luna descended gently to the ground. Her silver hair shimmered, and her appearance remained human.

    "It worked," Theodore murmured, swaying slightly before collapsing.

    "My lord!" Belial rushed forward, catching Theodore before he hit the ground.

    "We need to leave," Mimi said urgently. "That energy will draw attention."

    Belial nodded, lifting Theodore effortlessly. The three vanished into the shadows just as the distant sound of voices and footsteps approached.

    Principal Roman arrived at the scene, flanked by several elders and teachers. The area was eerily quiet, but the air was thick with the remnants of dark mana.

    "What happened here?" one of the elders asked, his voice trembling.

    Roman knelt, placing a hand on the ground. He closed his eyes, casting a spell to read the lingering energy. Images flickered in his mind¡ªglimpses of shadows, seals, and a familiar crimson gaze.

    He stood, his expression grim. "It''s nothing to concern yourselves with," he said dismissively. "Return to your posts."

    The elders hesitated but obeyed, leaving Roman alone. He stared into the forest, his hand tightening around his staff.

    "Theodore."he glare

    Theodore awoke in his bed, groaning as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. Belial and Mimi were seated nearby, Luna hovering beside them, her silver hair glowing faintly.

    "You''ve overexerted yourself, my lord," Belial said, his tone tinged with concern.

    Theodore sat up slowly, his eyes narrowing. "I underestimated how much energy that spell would take. I''ll need to train harder."

    Luna floated closer, her gaze filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Theodore. Luna is happy."

    Theodore waved her off. "Don''t thank me. You''re my tool now. Prove useful."

    Luna giggled. "Luna will try."

    As Theodore leaned back against his pillows, his mind raced. The forest was no longer safe, and Roman''s suspicion was growing. But he had gained a valuable ally in Luna¡ªand he intended to use her to tip the balance of power in his favor.

 The truth about shadows

    Theodore woke up, his senses tingling with an odd weight pressing against him. His sharp, silver eyes fluttered open, scanning the dimly lit room. Something was definitely off. He shifted slightly and froze when he saw a little girl curled up beside him, her silver hair gleaming in the morning light.

    "What the¡ª" he growled, his voice echoing with a mixture of disbelief and irritation. He bolted upright, his powerful aura rippling in annoyance. "Mimi! Get in here! Now!"

    The heavy wooden door creaked open as Mimi, the ever-dutiful shadow maid, entered hurriedly, bowing deeply. "My lord, I apologize! I didn''t see Lady Luna this morning and¡ª"

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed, his tone sharp but measured. "Mimi, make sure she stays in her room from now on. I hate sharing my bed. Physical contact is¡­ unpleasant."

    Mimi''s face softened with a rare tinge of regret. "Yes, my lord. I will be more vigilant." She gently picked up the still-sleeping Luna, cradling her with the care of a mother.

    As she carried the little girl away, Belial, Theodore''s loyal steward and guardian, entered the room carrying a tray of freshly baked bread and steaming tea. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as he observed his lord''s irritation. "My lord," he teased, a sly grin playing on his lips, "it seems you have a deep aversion to children."

    Theodore sighed heavily, taking a bite of bread and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It''s not that I hate children, Belial. I''m not some heartless monster. They''re innocent creatures, after all. It''s just¡­" He hesitated, his gaze distant. "I hate physical contact. It unsettles me."

    Belial tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Why is that, my lord? If I may ask."

    Theodore''s expression darkened, his voice lowering. "Because I''m not used to it. Growing up, I knew nothing but violence. Kindness¡­ touch¡­ they were alien concepts to me."

    Belial''s playful demeanor faded, replaced by a somber understanding. He chose not to press further, sensing the weight of his lord''s words. Instead, he deftly changed the subject. "My lord, about your training. Have you considered revisiting your dark magic? You''ve been relying heavily on mana and aura."

    Theodore''s eyes gleamed with resolve. "You''re right. Dark magic is my true power. I''ve neglected it for too long."

    Belial nodded, his tone thoughtful. "I can create a space for you¡ªa realm outside of reality¡ªwhere you can practice undisturbed."Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

    Theodore raised a brow, intrigued. "How is that possible?"

    A sly smile crept across Belial''s face. "I am a guardian of the Shadow God, my lord. My powers include creating voids that exist beyond this world."

    Theodore''s jaw tightened in surprise. "If your power is that immense, then why didn''t you use it in the Skull Cave?"

    Belial chuckled, shaking his head. "Because I didn''t need to. I held back, my lord, out of respect for your growth."

    Theodore huffed but quickly changed the topic. "Fine. For now, let''s prepare to meet the Queen. Ensure Mimi and Luna are ready."

    When Mimi returned, she held Luna, now dressed in a fine gown. The little girl looked radiant, her silver hair tied up neatly. Mimi beamed with pride, carrying her as though she were her own child.

    Theodore watched them, his eyes narrowing. "Mimi," he began cautiously, "how is it that you, a shadow entity, exhibit emotions?"

    Mimi hesitated but answered softly, "Because I was once human, my lord."

    Theodore''s gaze sharpened. "A human?"

    Mimi nodded. "All shadows you summon were once human. When we died, our souls became lost and vengeful. That''s why we cannot reincarnate."

    Theodore''s expression shifted, a rare glimmer of empathy crossing his face. "Tell me, Mimi¡­ how did you die?"

    Mimi''s voice quivered as she recounted her past. "Bandits raided our village. We were poor, so we had nothing to offer. They¡­ took my children, intending to sell them as slaves. I fought back, but¡­" Her hand rose instinctively to her neck. "They slit my throat."

    Theodore clenched his fists, a surge of anger and sorrow welling within him. "I see¡­ And the others?"

    He summoned Shadow Armor, the towering, spectral warrior. The dark figure knelt before him, his deep voice reverberating through the room. "Yes, my lord?"

    "Do you remember your past life?" Theodore asked.

    Shadow Armor nodded solemnly. "I was a soldier, betrayed by my closest friend. He stabbed me in the back on the battlefield."

    Theodore closed his eyes, the weight of their stories pressing down on him. "Do you resent being shadows?"

    Mimi and Shadow Armor exchanged glances before shaking their heads. "No, my lord," Mimi said. "Our souls were consumed by vengeance. Serving you gave us purpose."

    Shadow Armor added, "There are thousands like us, my lord. We reside in the underworld¡ªa place called ''Dark Soul.''"

    Theodore''s curiosity flared. "Can I go there?"

    "You can," Shadow Armor confirmed. "But beware. The shadows there are untamed. To command them, you must prove yourself as their master."

    Theodore smirked, his confidence unshaken. "Then I''ll face them."

    Belial stepped forward, concern flickering in his eyes. "My lord, are you certain? Allow me to accompany you."

    Theodore shook his head. "No, Belial. This is my burden. They''re a part of me, and I must earn their loyalty."

    Mimi''s face betrayed her worry. "My lord, you''re only ten years old. Are you sure you can handle this?"

    Theodore smiled faintly, his determination unwavering. "Mimi, I''ve faced death a thousand times in the mental trials of the Shadow Realm. This will be no different."

    Shadow Armor stepped forward, plunging his blade into the ground. The room trembled as reality cracked open, revealing a swirling portal of sinister mist. Theodore took a deep breath, his heart steady.

    "Take care of Luna," he told Mimi.

    As he stepped into the portal, the room fell silent. Mimi and Shadow Armor bowed their heads, whispering prayers for his safe return.

    The journey to the heart of Dark Soul had begun.

 The Descent into dark soul

    Theodore stepped through the swirling portal, and the air instantly changed. A suffocating weight bore down on him, the atmosphere thick with malice. The landscape before him stretched endlessly¡ªa realm of jagged, obsidian mountains and a sky so dark it seemed to swallow light. Two moons hung ominously above, one glowing a sinister blood-red, the other a pitch-black void that seemed to radiate despair. In the distance, a massive castle loomed, its spires jagged like teeth. Giant skeletal heads flanked its gates, and purple and black mist coiled around it like living tendrils.

    "This is starting to get interesting," Theodore muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips. His red crimson eyes glinted with determination as he began walking forward. The jagged rocks beneath his boots seemed to hum with malice, and the shadows clinging to every crevice seemed to shift and whisper as he passed.

    He could feel it¡ªeyes watching him from the darkness, an oppressive energy closing in from all sides. The whispers grew louder, unintelligible yet venomous, as though the shadows themselves cursed his presence.

    Finally, Theodore stopped. He spread his feet, planted firmly in the rocky ground, and raised his hand, channeling his dark magic. His aura flared, crackling like black lightning around him. "Enough games!" His voice boomed across the landscape, amplified by his spell. "Show yourselves and fight me!"

    Theodore''s challenge echoed into the distance. For a moment, silence followed, heavy and unnerving. Then the whispers returned, louder now, like a chorus of hissing voices. A dense mist began to gather, swirling and spreading across the ground, obscuring Theodore''s view. The temperature dropped sharply, and the weight of malice in the air became almost unbearable.

    From the mist emerged a horde of shadowy figures, their forms shifting and amorphous. Millions of them closed in, their hollow eyes glowing with malevolent light. They formed a vast, writhing crowd that surrounded Theodore completely, blocking any chance of escape. Their voices overlapped in a cacophony of curses and laughter, mocking him.

    Theodore clicked his tongue. "Damn it," he muttered, his jaw tightening. "A trap."

    Summoning his aura, he conjured a sword of pure dark energy, its edges crackling with malevolent power. With a roar, he charged into the crowd, swinging his blade with precision and ferocity. The first swing sliced clean through a shadow¡ªbut instead of falling, it reformed instantly, its smoky body untouched.

    "What?" Theodore growled, spinning and slashing again. But no matter how many times his blade struck, it passed through the shadows as though they were nothing but mist.

    The shadows laughed in unison, their haunting voices taunting him. They closed in, their forms twisting grotesquely, some growing larger, others splitting into multiples. Theodore''s frustration boiled over. He swung wildly, his strikes more forceful but still ineffective. The laughter grew louder, a deafening chorus that grated on his nerves.

    The shadows began to rise, swirling upward in a vortex of darkness. They formed a massive tornado, trapping Theodore in its center. The wind howled around him, the shadows'' voices echoing in his ears, each one a hiss of mockery and malice.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.

    Theodore roared in fury, slashing at the swirling mass, but it was useless. His blade couldn''t touch them, and their laughter only grew louder. His frustration surged, feeding the shadows, and they grew larger, their forms more distinct and menacing.

    Then, an idea struck him. They feed on my anger, he thought, smirking. Let''s see how they handle something they don''t expect.

    Theodore dismissed his sword, letting it vanish in a crackle of dark energy. He crossed his arms and began to laugh¡ªloud, bold, and defiant. His laughter echoed through the vortex, cutting through the cacophony like a blade.

    The shadows faltered, their swirling motion slowing. Their laughter stopped, replaced by a confused murmur. Theodore''s laughter grew louder, more mocking. "What''s the matter?" he taunted. "Not so funny now, is it?"

    The vortex collapsed, the shadows scattering in disarray. Theodore was flung backward by the force, slamming into a jagged rock. He groaned but continued laughing, his voice ringing out defiantly.

    The shadows regrouped, their confusion turning to rage. They lunged at him, but Theodore was ready. He summoned his aura again, this time shaping it into a bow of dark energy. He nocked an arrow and fired at the nearest shadow. The arrow pierced its form, and the shadow screeched, recoiling in pain.

    Theodore''s eyes gleamed with triumph. "So, you can feel pain." He fired again, aiming for their limbs rather than their cores. One by one, the shadows faltered, their movements slowing as they clutched their wounds. Some began to cry, their hollow voices breaking into wails of anguish. The sound spread through the crowd, their malice unraveling into sorrow.

    But before Theodore could act further, a guttural roar cut through the air. A shadow twice the size of the others emerged from the mist, its form solid and imposing. It wielded a massive, jagged sword, and its crimson eyes burned with intelligence.

    "You dare toy with us?" it snarled, its voice deep and resonant. "Do not be fooled by their weakness. They are shadows, born of hatred and vengeance. I will not allow you to corrupt them with your tricks."

    Theodore smirked, recognizing the authority in its tone. "So, you''re the leader." He dismissed his bow, stepping forward confidently. "I didn''t come here to fight you. I came to tame you. Obey me, and you''ll have a master worthy of your loyalty."

    The shadow leader loomed before Theodore, its massive form radiating pure malice. Its jagged sword pulsed with dark energy, and its crimson eyes glared down at the boy who dared challenge it.

    "Do you truly think a child can defeat me?" the leader sneered, its voice deep and echoing. "You''re overconfident, small one."

    Theodore smirked, though his muscles tensed. He could feel the weight of his ten-year-old body. His physical endurance was far from ideal, and every swing of his sword drained more stamina than he liked. But his pride wouldn''t allow him to back down. He gripped his dark energy sword tightly, the crackling aura around it intensifying.

    "I don''t need to be fully grown to prove I''m stronger than you," Theodore retorted.

    The leader roared in response, charging forward with its massive blade raised. The ground quaked under its heavy footsteps, the force of its presence alone sending shockwaves through the air. Theodore''s instincts screamed at him to move, and he rolled to the side just in time as the massive sword slammed into the ground. The impact shattered the earth, sending jagged rocks flying in all directions.

    Theodore barely regained his footing when the leader spun, its blade slashing horizontally. He raised his sword to block, but the force behind the attack was overwhelming. The impact sent Theodore skidding backward, his boots digging deep grooves into the rocky ground. His arms throbbed from the sheer power of the strike.

    "Not bad," Theodore muttered through gritted teeth. "But I''m just getting started."

 The battle of wits

    Theodore darted forward, his small size giving him an advantage in agility. He aimed for the leader''s legs, hoping to unbalance the towering shadow. His blade struck true, slashing across the shadow''s thigh, but it barely flinched. The wound closed almost instantly, its smoky form regenerating.

    "You''ll have to do better than that, boy," the leader growled, swinging its blade in a wide arc.

    Theodore ducked, feeling the rush of air as the blade whooshed inches above his head. Before he could counter, the leader''s free hand shot out, slamming into his chest and sending him flying. Theodore crashed into a jagged rock, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He gasped for air, coughing as he struggled to rise.

    "Pathetic," the leader spat, stalking toward him. "Your body is weak. You lack the strength to face me."

    Theodore''s mind raced. He''s right¡ªphysically, I''m at a disadvantage. But strength isn''t everything.

    As the leader swung its blade down in a crushing overhead strike, Theodore rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding death. He thrust his hand forward, releasing a blast of dark energy aimed at the leader''s chest. The explosion forced the shadow to stagger back, giving Theodore a moment to breathe.

    Realizing brute force wouldn''t win this fight, Theodore shifted his strategy. He focused his aura into his legs, enhancing his speed. He darted around the leader, striking at its limbs in quick succession. Each slash left a brief flicker of light before the wounds regenerated.

    The leader growled in frustration. "Stop running, coward!" It swung wildly, its massive blade carving through the air, but Theodore was too fast.

    "I''m not running," Theodore taunted, his voice steady despite the strain. "I''m making you waste energy."

    The leader snarled, but its movements grew more aggressive, each swing heavier and more reckless. Theodore continued to dodge, his youthful agility allowing him to narrowly avoid the devastating attacks. But each movement taxed his stamina, and his breaths grew heavier.

    The leader seemed to sense his growing fatigue. "You''re slowing down, boy. Let''s see how long you last!"

    With a roar, the shadow unleashed a wave of dark energy, the ground beneath Theodore erupting in a violent shockwave. He was thrown into the air, his body slamming down hard. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to rise, his limbs trembling.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    Theodore gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting. His body ached, and every breath felt like fire. I can''t outlast him like this¡­ I need to outthink him.

    Then, inspiration struck. Theodore''s sharp eyes darted to the leader''s massive sword, now glowing faintly with its dark energy. That blade¡­ it''s absorbing my attacks and healing him. If I can sever his connection to it, I might have a chance.

    Gathering his strength, Theodore feigned weakness, letting his shoulders slump and his movements slow. The leader laughed, raising its sword triumphantly.

    "Finally giving up?" it mocked.

    As the blade came down, Theodore sidestepped at the last moment, the sword embedding itself into the ground. Before the leader could pull it free, Theodore surged forward, his aura flaring. He placed his hand on the blade and poured his dark magic into it, disrupting its energy. The sword cracked, and the leader howled in fury.

    "You dare touch my weapon?" the leader roared, swiping at Theodore with its clawed hand. The boy ducked, rolling away as the blade shattered into pieces.

    The leader staggered, its form flickering as the connection to its sword was severed. "What have you done?"

    Theodore stood, his aura blazing around him. "Leveling the playing field," he said with a smirk.

    The leader roared, charging at Theodore with unrelenting fury. Without its sword, it relied on raw strength, its fists slamming into the ground and creating craters with each strike. Theodore weaved between the attacks, using his speed and smaller size to his advantage.

    But the relentless assault was taking its toll. Theodore''s legs felt like lead, and his vision blurred from exhaustion. One of the leader''s strikes clipped his shoulder, sending him sprawling. He cried out in pain, clutching his arm as blood seeped through his torn sleeve.

    "You''re finished!" the leader bellowed, raising both arms for a final, crushing blow.

    Summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, Theodore thrust his hand forward, conjuring a massive spear of dark energy. The weapon crackled with power, its edges sharp and deadly. As the leader''s fists came down, Theodore hurled the spear with all his might.

    The spear pierced the leader''s chest, erupting in a burst of black lightning. The shadow let out a deafening roar, its form flickering and distorting. It staggered back, clutching the spear as its body began to unravel.

    Theodore forced himself to his feet, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. "You''ve lost. Bow to me, or be destroyed."

    The leader fell to its knees, its crimson eyes dimming. "You¡­ you have proven yourself," it rasped. "You are strong¡­ stronger than I imagined."

    Theodore exhaled, his aura fading. He stood tall despite his battered body, his voice firm. "Then serve me. All of you."

    The surrounding shadows, who had watched in stunned silence, knelt as one, their malice replaced with reverence. The leader bowed its head, its voice a low growl. "We are yours to command, my lord."

    Theodore smirked, hiding the exhaustion threatening to topple him. He had done it¡ªhe had earned their loyalty, not through strength alone, but through strategy and unyielding resolve.

    The Dark Soul was now his.

 Return to the mortal realm

    Theodore stood amidst the vast crowd of kneeling shadows, their chants of "Long live my king!" echoing through the oppressive skies of Dark Soul. His heart swelled with triumph, but his body betrayed him. Tremors coursed through his small frame, his legs weak from the brutal battle he''d just endured.

    Before he could collapse, the shadow leader¡ªmassive and still radiating a subdued malice¡ªstepped forward and caught him. His solid, shadowy arms cradled Theodore carefully, his crimson eyes filled with a new emotion: concern.

    "My lord," the leader rumbled, his voice gentler now. "You fought valiantly, but you must remember¡ªyou are only ten years old. Such exertion on your young body is dangerous."

    Theodore smirked weakly, his silver eyes glinting despite the exhaustion. He clutched the leader''s arm, steadying himself. "It''s nothing," he replied, his voice hoarse but firm. "Pain is temporary. This victory is just the beginning. I''ve started something, and I won''t stop now."

    The surrounding shadows, once his enemies, now watched their master with growing admiration. Their malice seemed to fade, replaced by a curious loyalty. They murmured among themselves, their voices a mix of awe and unease.

    Realizing his condition, Theodore summoned Priestess Shadow with a wave of his hand. She materialized in a swirl of black mist, her form elegant yet unsettling. She bowed deeply before him. "My lord," she said, her voice soft and ethereal.

    Without hesitation, she placed her hands on his chest, her dark aura weaving around him as healing magic flowed through his body. Theodore winced as the magic worked through his wounds, but soon, strength began to return to him.

    The shadow leader observed Priestess Shadow with fascination. His crimson eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. "A new shadow¡­ fascinating. Did you create her, my lord?"

    Theodore leaned back against a jagged rock, letting the healing finish. "I did," he replied, his voice now steady. "She was once a priestess. Unfortunately, she crossed paths with me and met her end. But her death wasn''t in vain¡ªshe serves me now, and she''s quite useful."

    The shadows around him exchanged glances, and even the leader seemed momentarily stunned. "You¡­ truly are ruthless," the leader said, a faint note of admiration in his voice. "We are fortunate to have a master like you."

    The other shadows murmured their agreement, their earlier doubts replaced with excitement. To them, Theodore wasn''t just powerful¡ªhe was cunning, ruthless, and driven. These traits made him worthy of their loyalty, even their awe.

    Theodore pushed himself to his feet, his body still sore but his resolve stronger than ever. Using a surge of energy, he leaped onto a nearby rock, towering above the kneeling shadows. His silver hair caught the dim light of the blood-red moon as he looked over his new army.

    "Listen to me!" he called, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. The shadows fell silent, their attention solely on him. "This is just the beginning. You may have hated me when I arrived, but now you serve me. And in return, I will give you something no other master could¡ªa purpose."If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

    The shadows leaned forward, hanging on his every word.

    "There are enemies in this world¡ªenemies far stronger than anything you''ve ever faced. Together, we will destroy them. Together, we will conquer. My ultimate goal is to rule not just the shadows, but the world itself. And you will be at my side every step of the way."

    A deafening roar erupted from the shadows. "LONG LIVE OUR KING!" they chanted, their voices a thunderous chorus. The ground beneath Theodore seemed to tremble with their energy.

    He allowed himself a rare smile, feeling their devotion flood into him. But before he could say more, a swirling portal opened behind him, dark and ominous. Theodore hadn''t summoned it, but he felt its familiar pull.

    Stepping through the portal, Theodore found himself back in his room. The comforting presence of Belial, Mimi, and Luna greeted him. Shadow Armor stood nearby, his massive form ever watchful.

    "My lord, you''ve returned!" Mimi exclaimed, rushing forward. Luna, perched on her back, clapped her small hands in delight.

    Belial stepped closer, his crimson eyes narrowing. "How did it go? Did you tame them all?"

    Theodore opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, the shadow leader materialized behind him, his towering figure drawing gasps from the others.

    Belial immediately stiffened. "What is he doing here?" he growled, stepping protectively between the leader and Theodore.

    The leader knelt before Theodore, his massive sword laid reverently at his side. "My lord, I wish to serve you directly. The underworld is no place for me. My blade yearns to fight by your side."

    Belial''s expression darkened. "You overstep your bounds, shadow. Return to the underworld where you belong. The lord has no need for you here."

    The tension in the room crackled like static. Theodore stepped forward, silencing them with a raised hand. "Enough." He turned to the leader. "Your loyalty is appreciated, but having you here permanently would draw too much attention. However¡­" He trailed off, an idea forming in his mind. "Can you possess a human body, like Mimi?"

    The leader nodded slowly. "I can, but only if I consume the human."

    Theodore''s eyes gleamed with intrigue. "I see. Then I''ll find a suitable body for you. Until then, you''ll return to the underworld."

    The leader bowed deeply. "As you command, my lord." With that, he vanished in a swirl of black mist.

    Theodore turned to Belial. "Open a portal. We''ve wasted enough time¡ªI need to finish what I started with the Queen."

    Belial hesitated. "Before that, my lord¡­ Principal Roman came looking for you while you were gone. His expression was¡­ unsettling, as if he wanted to kill someone."

    Theodore''s smirk returned. "Ah, so he suspects something. Let him. I''ll deal with him soon enough. For now, we focus on the Queen."

    Belial nodded and summoned a portal. The swirling gateway opened to a dense forest just outside Donovan City. Theodore stepped through, followed by Belial, Mimi, and Luna.

    The group emerged in the lush greenery of the Kiran Forest. Belial unfolded a map, pointing toward their destination. "The city is a few hours'' walk from here. The Marquess''s keep is heavily fortified, but we can enter through the northern trade route."

    Theodore nodded, leaping gracefully into the trees. He moved swiftly, his small form darting from branch to branch. Belial followed closely, his movements effortless, while Mimi carried Luna securely on her back.

    After hours of travel, they reached the outskirts of Donovan City. From their vantage point in the trees, Theodore could see the bustling streets below. The city was grand, its architecture a blend of elegance and fortification. At its center stood the Marquess''s keep, a sprawling fortress surrounded by towering walls.

    Theodore crouched on a high branch, his sharp eyes scanning the city. His smirk deepened. "Donovan and the Queen will pay for what they''ve done to me. It''s time to set the trap."

    Belial and Mimi exchanged glances, their loyalty to Theodore unwavering. The shadows in the underworld had pledged their loyalty.

 The mysterious warning

    Theodore stood beneath the forest canopy, the distant glow of Donovan City illuminating the horizon. Its bustling streets and towering gates awaited him, but there was a glaring problem. His face was too recognizable. The Marquess Donovan''s soldiers wouldn''t forget him, especially with his sharp silver hair and piercing eyes.

    Belial, standing beside him, offered a solution. "My lord, there is a form of black magic that can alter your appearance¡ªheight, face, even your voice. It would ensure no one recognizes you."

    Theodore''s interest piqued. "Teach me."

    Before Belial could respond, a familiar surge of knowledge flooded Theodore''s mind. The dark tome etched into his soul unlocked new magic, pouring the incantation directly into his consciousness. He staggered, clutching his head as dizziness overtook him.

    Mimi rushed to his side. "My lord, are you¡ª"

    "I''m fine," Theodore interrupted sharply, his voice strained. "This¡­ is nothing."

    He closed his eyes, chanting the curse. His aura flared as his body shifted. His childlike frame grew taller, lean but strong, his youthful face replaced by that of a man in his twenties. Orange hair replaced black, and his features became plain and unassuming. When he opened his eyes, his sharp red eyes remained¡ªhis only tell.

    Mimi and Belial exchanged looks of awe. "Astounding," Belial remarked. "Your mastery grows faster than expected, my lord."

    Luna, perched on Mimi''s back, tilted her head. "Why didn''t you make yourself more handsome?"

    Theodore smirked faintly. "I hate attention. Plain is better."

    With their disguises prepared, they donned cloaks, hoods drawn low, and approached the city gates. Two armored guards stood watch, their expressions indifferent until Theodore stepped forward.

    "State your purpose," one guard demanded.

    Theodore''s voice, deeper now, carried a subtle authority. "I''m here to become a mercenary."

    The guards exchanged glances, then nodded. "Fine. Welcome to Donovan City."

    The gates creaked open, revealing a lively, vibrant scene. The streets were lined with bustling shops, colorful banners fluttering in the wind. People smiled and laughed, children played, and street performers entertained crowds. Mercenaries clad in mismatched armor drank in taverns, and mages displayed their wares on enchanted carts. The city seemed pulled straight from the pages of a fantasy novel.

    For a moment, Theodore paused, taking it all in. His lips twitched into a small, fleeting smile. Belial noticed and grinned. "Enjoying yourself, my lord?"

    Theodore''s expression hardened instantly. "Enough distractions. Let''s get to work."

    As they wandered deeper into the city, they noticed a commotion near the central bulletin board. A crowd had gathered, reading a newly posted announcement. Theodore, intrigued, pushed through the throng with Belial close behind.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

    On the board was a poster bearing the crest of the Holy Church. It detailed a search for two missing individuals: Priestess Sky and her maid, Cadi. Their faces, serene and youthful, stared back at Theodore from the parchment.

    For a moment, Theodore''s expression darkened. He remembered them well¡ªtwo pawns in his grand schemes, their lives snuffed out in the Skull Mountain.

    Belial noticed Theodore''s lingering gaze. "My lord, do you know these women were they friends of yours?"

    Theodore chuckled coldly. "Friends? Don''t be ridiculous. They weren''t friends¡ªthey were food."

    Belial tilted his head, puzzled. "Food?"

    Theodore''s smirk widened. "The energy you consumed to awaken, Belial¡ªthat was them. Their souls fed your rebirth."

    Belial''s crimson eyes gleamed with understanding. "Ah, I see. My lord, your ruthlessness never ceases to amaze me."

    "Ruthless?" Theodore replied nonchalantly. "It was necessary. If not them, I would have found others."

    Belial gave a low chuckle, his admiration for Theodore only growing.

    As they left the crowd, Theodore spotted an elderly woman sitting in an alley. Her white hair framed a face lined with hardship. She extended a frail hand, her voice weak. "Please, young man, spare a coin for an old woman."

    Theodore walked past her without a second glance, but something tugged at him¡ªa distant memory of his past life, of his grandmother, the only one who''d ever shown him kindness. He paused, turning back. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out four silver coins and placed them in her palm.

    "Thank you," the woman rasped, bowing her head. But as Theodore turned to leave, her grip tightened like iron around his wrist.

    Belial bristled, stepping forward. "Unhand him, old hag." He pushed her away with ease, but Theodore raised a hand, signaling him to stop.

    "Is this how you repay kindness?" Theodore asked, his tone sharp.

    The woman didn''t answer. Instead, she began tracing strange symbols on the ground with trembling fingers. Her eyes widened in horror as she pointed at Theodore. "You¡­ you!" she screeched. "Child of Disaster! You will bring chaos to the world!"

    The crowd turned to look, whispers spreading as the woman''s voice grew louder. Theodore''s anger flared. "Enough of this nonsense." He turned to leave, but the woman hurled the coins at him, the clinking sound echoing in the alley.

    Belial stepped forward, his voice venomous. "Ungrateful wretch. No wonder your family abandoned you."

    But before Theodore could retort, the old woman began to levitate, her frail body bathed in a glowing aura. Her voice changed, layered with an otherworldly resonance.

    "My savior," she intoned, her tone both reverent and accusing. "I''ve found you at last."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. The voice was familiar¡ªthe same one he''d heard when he was reincarnated. "So it''s you."

    "Yes," the voice continued, half the old woman''s, half divine. "I brought you into this world to save it. Yet here you are, tainted by darkness. You''ve forsaken your destiny."

    Theodore scoffed, folding his arms. "You dragged me into this without my consent. I owe you nothing."

    "You dare defy me?" the voice thundered. "You have invited war upon yourself. The gods will not sit idly by while you corrupt this world."

    Theodore smirked, raising his middle finger. "Tell the gods to bring it on. I don''t care for your plans, and if any of them dare come for me, I''ll cut them down."

    The voice roared in fury. "Foolish child! You will regret this arrogance. The gods'' wrath will consume you."

    With that, the aura faded, and the old woman collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

    Belial began laughing, his voice echoing through the alley. "My lord, you''ve declared war on the heavens themselves. Truly magnificent!"

    Theodore chuckled darkly. "It''s not war yet, Belial. First, they''ll send their lackeys. I''ll deal with them when the time comes. Until then, I''ll grow stronger."

    Belial bowed deeply. "And I will follow you into the abyss, my lord."

    Theodore glanced at the old woman one last time before turning to leave. "Let''s go. Mimi and Luna are waiting."

    The group reunited near an inn on the outskirts of the city. Mimi had secured a room, and Luna waved excitedly when she saw Theodore.

    "My lord," Mimi said softly, "I''ve made arrangements for our stay. Shall we proceed with the next phase of the plan?"

    Theodore nodded, glancing toward the distant Marquess''s castle. His smirk returned. "Yes. The Queen and Donovan will pay for what they''ve done. Let''s get started."

 The Set up for chaos

    Mimi prepared the carriage, her every movement precise and calculated. She was well aware that this mission could go terribly wrong, but her loyalty to Theodore outweighed her fear. As the sun began its descent, painting the Donovan skies a mix of orange and crimson, she climbed aboard and set off toward the Marquess''s manor.

    Meanwhile, Theodore and Belial had already teleported to the outskirts of the castle grounds. Hidden within the shadows of a tall oak tree, they could see everything beyond the walls. Guards patrolled lazily, and the grandiose gardens surrounded the lavish estate where the Queen resided.

    Theodore chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "She''s about to receive a gift she''ll never forget."

    Belial smirked beside him. "My lord, this will be delightful to watch."

    In side the castle grounds, Mimi entered with her head bowed. The gardens were immaculate, with roses blooming under the fading sunlight. At the center, the Queen sat on an ornate chair surrounded by her maids. She sipped tea delicately, her every movement exuding an air of authority and cruelty.

    Mimi approached, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty."

    The Queen''s cold eyes flicked toward her. Without a word, she picked up her teacup and hurled it at Mimi''s head. The porcelain shattered, cutting into her scalp as blood trickled down her forehead. Mimi dropped to her knees, trembling.

    "Forgive me, Your Majesty!" she pleaded.

    The Queen rose from her seat, her voice laced with fury. "Why should I? You failed me, Mimi! You allowed that cursed boy, Theodore, to thrive. I''ve learned he''s a mana and aura user now¡ªand that he dared strike my child! Why didn''t you kill him when you had the chance?"

    Mimi bowed lower, her voice cracking. "Your Majesty, he''s grown far stronger... stronger than me."

    The Queen''s face twisted with rage. "Excuses!" she barked. "Hold her down."

    The maids obeyed without hesitation, grabbing Mimi''s arms and forcing her to the ground. The Queen retrieved a cane and struck Mimi with ferocity, each blow accompanied by the sickening crack of wood against flesh. Blood splattered across the pristine garden as Mimi cried out, her body convulsing under the assault.

    Even as Mimi''s breathing grew shallow, the Queen''s anger did not wane. "You worthless wretch!" she screamed, stomping on Mimi''s trembling body. With one final, merciless blow, Mimi''s head lolled to the side, her body limp. The Queen froze, her chest heaving, as she realized Mimi was no longer moving.

    The maids recoiled in shock. "Your Majesty... she''s dead," one whispered.

    Panic seized the Queen. "Impossible! It was just a small punishment!" Her voice trembled as the weight of her actions sunk in. She glanced at the lifeless body before her and cursed under her breath. "She was the daughter of the Mercenary King... this will ruin me."The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

    Desperate, she ordered her men to dispose of the body. "Wrap her in a blanket and throw her in the nearest river. Make sure no one finds out!"

    "Yes my queen"

    The men obeyed, loading Mimi''s body into a carriage. As they traveled through the darkening forest, they spoke in hushed tones, nervous about the task they''d been given.

    But their journey was cut short. Theodore dropped from above, landing silently in the center of the carriage. The men barely had time to react before his blade flashed. Blood sprayed across the walls as he dispatched them with ease, their bodies crumpling one by one.

    Theodore knelt beside Mimi''s body, his smirk returning. "You did well, Mimi. I couldn''t have planned this better."

    As if in response, a dark mist escaped from Mimi''s mouth, coalescing into her true shadow form. The entity stood beside Theodore, her face calm yet vengeful. "I''m glad I could serve you, my lord," she said, her voice echoing with both sadness and pride.

    Little Luna appeared beside Belial, unbothered by Mimi''s transformation. She ran forward and hugged the shadow tightly, much to Mimi''s surprise. "I''m glad you''re okay, Mimi," Luna whispered.

    Mimi smiled faintly, placing a hand on the child''s head. "Thank you."

    Theodore, still in disguise, lifted Mimi''s lifeless body and teleported to the Mercenary Guild. The rowdy interior, filled with men drinking and laughing, fell silent as Theodore entered. He dropped the body onto the wooden floor with a loud thud.

    Gasps rippled through the room as the mercenaries recognized the bloodied corpse. Several men reached for their weapons, glaring at Theodore. "You dare bring her here?" one bellowed.

    The Mercenary King, a towering man with fiery red hair and eyes filled with fury, burst through the crowd. "Who did this?" he roared, his voice shaking the walls. He knelt beside his daughter, cradling her broken body. Tears streamed down his face as he howled in anguish.

    Theodore remained calm, tossing a bloodied badge onto the ground. "I saved her from two men wearing this. They were disposing of her body on the Queen''s orders."

    The room erupted in chaos. The badge clearly bore the insignia of the Donovan family.

    The Mercenary King''s fists trembled. "The Queen..." he growled, his voice dripping with hatred. He slammed his fist into the wall, shattering it with a single blow. Turning to Theodore, he demanded, "Why would she do this?"

    Feigning hesitation, Theodore said, "She didn''t like how Mimi failed to kill a prince named Theodore. She considered her useless and disposed of her."

    The King''s grief turned into rage. "I was a fool to follow that witch''s orders. Men! Arm yourselves! We march on the Donovan estate tonight!"

    A deafening roar erupted from the guild as hundreds of mercenaries rose, their bloodlust ignited. Swords, axes, and bows were drawn as they prepared for battle.

    The mercenaries stormed the castle under cover of night, scaling the walls and cutting down guards. The courtyard became a battlefield, filled with the screams of dying soldiers and the clash of steel.

    Theodore watched from a nearby tree, smirking as he absorbed the souls of the fallen into his underworld. "What a beautiful harvest," he mused, his eyes glowing with dark power.

    Belial laughed beside him. "Your plan is flawless, my lord."

    As the chaos unfolded, Marquess Donovan emerged, wielding an aura-infused blade. He cut down several mercenaries with ease, his power intimidating even the fiercest warriors.

    The Mercenary King approached, his own aura blazing. "Donovan! We''ve been friends for years, but tonight, you die."

    Donovan''s face twisted in confusion. "Why are you attacking me?"

    "Because of your Queen!" the King roared. "She killed my daughter!"

    Donovan''s shock turned to fury as he realized the Queen''s actions had dragged him into war. He shouted orders to his guards, but the Queen was nowhere to be found.

 The queen last moment

    The chaos of the battle outside echoed faintly through the grand halls of the Donovan estate. The Queen, her once-pristine gown now disheveled and stained with sweat, fled down the dimly lit corridors. Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned corners at random, desperate to escape the sounds of fighting that grew closer.

    Suddenly, she froze.

    At the end of the hallway, a man stood silhouetted against the flickering light of a chandelier. His orange hair and plain features seemed familiar, yet something about his stance sent chills down her spine.

    "Show yourself!" she demanded, her voice trembling despite her attempt at authority.

    The man chuckled softly and began to walk toward her. With each step, his features melted away like wax, revealing the figure she feared most. His black hair gleamed like a blade, and his crimson eyes burned with cold malice.

    "Theodore," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

    He stopped a few feet away, his smirk widening. "Enjoying the chaos, stepmother?" he asked, his tone laced with mockery.

    The Queen''s fear gave way to anger. She straightened, trying to reclaim her composure. "Curse child! Bastard! Is this your doing?"

    "Of course," Theodore replied casually, inspecting his nails as if bored. "Do you like my gift? I tailored it just for you."

    Her lip curled in disgust. "You vile brat. You''ve always been a blight on this family."

    Theodore''s smirk faded, replaced by an expression of cold, calculating anger. "Let''s not waste time with insults. I''m here for answers. Why, Bianca? Why did you try to kill me?"

    The Queen tilted her head, her smile venomous. "You remind me of her¡ªyour wretched mother. That pathetic woman who thought she could compete with me."

    Theodore''s gaze darkened, but he said nothing, letting her continue.

    "She was weak," the Queen spat, pacing now, her fury growing. "So trusting, so na?ve. She sat across from me, sharing tea like a fool, never suspecting that I had poisoned her cup. Watching her choke, watching the life drain from her eyes, was... delicious."

    Theodore''s fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. Yet his expression remained calm, his lips curving into a smile. "Is that so?" he said softly. "And I suppose you thought you could kill me just as easily?"

    Bianca''s laugh was cold and sharp. "I should have succeeded. You''re just like her¡ªa stain on this family. I''ve spent years trying to rid myself of you. But you''re stubborn, aren''t you? Like a cockroach that refuses to die."This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

    Theodore took a step closer, his aura pressing down on her like a crushing weight. "You made a mistake, Bianca," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You should have killed me when you had the chance. But now..." He raised his hand, and a swirling portal of black mist began to form behind him, its edges crackling with dark energy.

    Bianca''s confidence faltered as the air grew heavy, the mist swirling faster, its sinister pull growing stronger. "What are you doing?" she demanded, stepping back. "You wouldn''t dare."

    Theodore laughed, the sound echoing ominously through the hall. "Wouldn''t I? You''ve sealed your fate, Bianca. You killed my mother. You tried to kill me. Now it''s your turn to experience true despair."

    Bianca turned to flee, but shadows erupted from the ground, gripping her ankles like iron chains. She screamed, clawing at the walls, but the shadows only tightened their grip, dragging her toward the portal.

    "Theodore!" she shrieked. "You can''t do this! I''ll tell the King¡ªI''ll tell everyone what you are!"

    Theodore stepped closer, leaning down so his face was inches from hers. "Tell them whatever you like... from the depths of my underworld."

    The Queen''s eyes widened in terror as she was pulled through the portal. The last thing she saw was Theodore''s smirking face, framed by the flickering light of the hallway.

    Bianca landed hard on the cold, jagged ground of the underworld. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the sky above her was a swirling mass of red and black, lightning crackling ominously across it. Around her, shadows stirred, their hollow eyes gleaming as they crept closer.

    She tried to rise, but her body was weak, her limbs trembling as the oppressive energy of the underworld bore down on her. The whispers started softly at first, unintelligible but menacing. They grew louder, overlapping until they became an unbearable cacophony.

    "You''re nothing," one voice hissed.

    "Worthless," another sneered.

    Bianca clutched her head, screaming as the voices tore into her mind. She stumbled backward, only to collide with a shadowy figure. It grinned, its jagged teeth glinting, before plunging a claw into her shoulder. Bianca screamed, the pain unlike anything she had ever felt.

    The shadows swarmed her, their claws tearing at her flesh, their voices laughing cruelly. They dragged her deeper into the abyss, where the darkness grew thicker, more suffocating. She could feel her bones breaking, her flesh ripping, yet she remained alive, trapped in a cycle of unending torment.

    Through the haze of pain, she saw him¡ªTheodore. He stood on a distant ledge, watching her with cold satisfaction.

    "Please!" she begged, her voice hoarse. "Theodore! Have mercy!"

    Theodore tilted his head, as if considering her plea. Then he smiled. "Mercy? I''m afraid you''re mistaken, stepmother. I don''t believe in mercy."

    With a wave of his hand, the shadows descended on her fully, their forms merging into a writhing mass that consumed her completely. Her screams echoed through the underworld, growing fainter until they were swallowed by the darkness.

    Moments later, the shadows reassembled, forming a perfect replica of Bianca. The new Queen knelt before Theodore, her movements eerily fluid. "My lord," she said, her voice identical to the original''s, "what are your orders?"

    Theodore regarded her for a moment before speaking. "You will return to the castle and continue as if nothing has happened. Play your role perfectly. And make sure no one suspects a thing."

    The shadow queen bowed deeply. "Yes, my lord."

    As she vanished, Theodore turned to Belial, who had watched the entire ordeal with a gleeful grin.

    "My lord," Belial said, clapping slowly, "you truly are a master of theatrics."

    Theodore''s smile returned, colder than ever. "This is just the beginning, Belial. The Queen''s end was necessary, but the real game is far from over."

    Belial''s laughter echoed through the underworld as they both vanished, leaving behind the faint whispers of shadows in their wake.

 The mercenary loyalty

    Marquess Donovan was seething. His manor, his sanctuary, had become a battlefield. The clash of swords and the cries of dying soldiers echoed through the halls, and each sound felt like a slap to his pride. Blood stained the marble floors, and the scent of smoke hung heavy in the air.

    Enough.

    Donovan clenched the hilt of his sword, and an oppressive aura spread around him, chilling the room to its core. "You dare defile my home?" His voice was a thunderous growl as he raised his blade high. "Dance of Fire!"

    Flames erupted from the edge of his sword, their searing heat illuminating the carnage. With a mighty swing, a wave of fire carved through the air, forcing every combatant to halt. The inferno left scorch marks on the walls, and the sheer force of his attack sent even the bravest mercenaries stumbling back in terror.

    At the center of it all stood Donovan, his bloodlust radiating like a storm. His cold, furious gaze fell on the Mercenary King, whose hand tightened around the shaft of his massive hammer despite the fear coursing through him.

    But fear was not enough to quell his pride. Gritting his teeth, the Mercenary King charged, raising his weapon high to crush Donovan''s head.

    "You should have run," Donovan muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. With a swift and merciless strike, his blade arced through the air, severing the Mercenary King''s left arm at the shoulder. Blood sprayed across the room as the hammer fell to the ground with a deafening clang.

    The Mercenary King''s scream echoed as he collapsed, clutching the stump of his arm. Donovan loomed over him, sword poised to deliver the final blow. "This is your punishment," he said coldly. "Don''t blame me."

    But as he prepared to end it, a memory surfaced¡ªa boyhood memory he had long buried. He saw himself as a young boy, sneaking out of the castle under the cover of night. He ran through cobblestone streets to a small cobbler''s shop, where a scrappy boy with bright eyes and dirt-streaked hands awaited him. They had spent countless hours there, laughing, dreaming, and forging a bond that defied the rules of their world. A noble and a commoner, defying fate itself.

    Donovan hesitated, his sword trembling. He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Go," he said finally, his voice heavy with conflicted emotions. "I''ll spare you for the sake of old times. Leave now, friend¡­ or should I say, enemy?"

    The Mercenary King glared up at him, his face pale and twisted in pain. "You''ll regret this," he spat, his voice hoarse. "From now on, we are enemies in every sense of the word." He staggered to his feet, his men rushing to support him as they fled, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.

    At the mercenary guild, the atmosphere was tense. The Mercenary King sat slumped in his chair, his twin sons tending to his wounds. Their healing magic had stopped the bleeding, but his spirit was battered. His missing arm was a grim reminder of his defeat.

    The door creaked open, and an unfamiliar group entered. A dark-haired boy with glowing crimson eyes led the way, flanked by a shadowy figure and a tall man with an unnerving smile. The Mercenary King''s eyes narrowed.

    "What''s a child doing here?" he growled, his voice tinged with irritation. "Go back to your mother, boy, and take your friends with you."

    The boy¡ªTheodore¡ªchuckled softly. "I''m no ordinary child. I came to offer you something¡­ something you cannot refuse."

    The Mercenary King scoffed. "What could you possibly offer me?"

    "Your daughter," Theodore said, his tone casual. "Alive."

    The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. The Mercenary King froze, his breath catching in his throat. "You dare¡ª" he began, but Theodore cut him off with a wave of his hand.

    "Save your outrage," Theodore said, his voice smooth. "You''ll want to hear what I have to say."

    Suspicion flickered in the Mercenary King''s eyes, and he signaled to his men. Two assassins emerged from the shadows, their blades gleaming. They lunged at Theodore¡ªbut before they could strike, Belial moved like a shadow, dispatching them with swift, brutal efficiency.

    The Mercenary King roared, grabbing a dagger and leaping over his desk. Before he could land a blow, Belial intercepted him, slamming his head into the desk with bone-crushing force. The dagger clattered to the ground as the Mercenary King let out a strangled cry.

    "Enough," Theodore said, his tone calm yet menacing. He stepped forward, gripping the man''s hair and forcing him to look into his glowing red eyes. "Don''t I look familiar to you?"

    The Mercenary King''s breath hitched as recognition dawned. "Prince Theodore¡­" he whispered. "You''re supposed to be dead."

    Theodore released him, stepping back with a smirk. "I came back to settle a debt. You helped my stepmother''s plot to kill me, didn''t you? Now it''s time to pay."

    The Mercenary King''s face twisted with guilt and anger. "I had no choice," he growled. "She would have killed me if I refused!"

    Theodore''s smirk widened. "Spare me your excuses. I''ve already taken everything from you¡ªyour daughter, your pride, and now your freedom."

    The Mercenary King froze. "What do you mean, my daughter?"

    Theodore''s form shimmered, transforming into a man with orange hair. "The man who fed you lies about the queen? That was me."

    Realization hit like a hammer, and the Mercenary King''s face contorted with rage. "You¡­ manipulated me. You killed her!"

    Theodore''s eyes glowed brighter. "And I can bring her back¡­ if you work for me."

    The Mercenary King hesitated, his pride warring with his desperation. But when Theodore touched his forehead, his vision shifted. He was plunged into darkness, face-to-face with a massive, grinning beast with jagged teeth. The creature''s laughter echoed in his mind, driving him to the brink of madness.

    When the hallucination ended, the Mercenary King was a broken shell of a man, trembling and pale. Theodore leaned in close. "Defy me, and I''ll unleash nightmares beyond your comprehension."

    The Mercenary King nodded weakly, his will shattered. "I''ll¡­ serve you."

    Theodore smiled, turning to seat. "Good. Betray me, and you''ll wish I had killed you."

    Belial followed close behind, his dagger still slick with blood,and guards Theodore back.

 The Mercenary loyalty II

    The Mercenary King¡ªCahir¡ªsat frozen, his fear palpable in the dim light of the office. His once-proud demeanor had crumbled under Theodore''s overwhelming presence. Even the glint of crimson in Theodore''s eyes was enough to make him avert his gaze, his heart pounding with dread.

    The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until Theodore''s cold, commanding voice broke it. "Your name."

    Cahir swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he answered, "Cahir. I''m forty... I¡ª" He hesitated, his instincts compelling him to explain himself further. "I lost my wife when I was¡ª"

    "Enough." Theodore''s tone was sharp, cutting him off mid-sentence. "I didn''t ask for your life story. Just your name."

    Cahir flinched, nodding quickly. "Understood."

    Desperate to calm his nerves, he staggered to a cabinet, pulling out a dusty bottle of wine. His hands trembled as he uncorked it and poured a generous amount into a glass, but after a moment of hesitation, he discarded the glass and drank directly from the bottle. The bitter liquid burned his throat, but it did little to ease the turmoil inside him.

    Sinking back into his chair with the bottle still in hand, he looked at Theodore with cautious defiance. "I''ll obey you," he said, his voice steadier now, though his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. "But only if you swear not to use me or my guild for... something evil."

    Theodore''s lips curled into a smirk, the faintest trace of amusement flickering in his crimson gaze. "How noble of you, Cahir," he said mockingly. "A man who would challenge the Marquess yet trembles before me... still concerned with morality."

    Cahir stiffened but said nothing, his grip tightening around the bottle.

    Theodore leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk as his smirk widened. "Don''t worry. I have no need for your conscience. I only require your obedience. Minor tasks, information, and resources. You''ll provide them when asked, and you''ll do so without question. That''s all."

    The Mercenary King stared at him for a long moment, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Finally, he nodded, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "Tied to someone else''s leash again," he muttered, shaking his head. "But I get the feeling you''ll make life... interesting."

    Theodore''s smirk didn''t waver. "Oh, I assure you, I will."

    Cahir drained more of the wine, his eyes narrowing slightly as he steadied himself. "Alright, my prince. I''ll agree... if you truly can restore my daughter as you claim."

    Theodore''s expression darkened, his crimson eyes gleaming with a sinister light. He stood, walking around the desk until he loomed over Cahir. "Trust me, Cahir," he said softly, his voice like a velvet knife. "I always deliver on my promises. The question is... will you survive the price?"Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

    Cahir met his gaze, the fear still there but tempered now by a flicker of determination. "I''ve survived this long. Let''s see what you''ve got."

    Theodore chuckled, a low, almost menacing sound, before turning to leave. "Good. Then let''s begin."

    Theodore watched with an air of calm superiority as Cahir hesitated, his emotions warring between doubt and hope. "Bring her body," Theodore commanded, his tone sharp and final. He waved a hand, and two mercenaries carefully carried the lifeless form of Cahir''s daughter into the room, laying her gently on the cold stone floor before stepping back.

    Cahir lingered, his protective instincts rising. "I don''t trust you," he said, his voice tense. "What if you... do something inappropriate? Touch her clothes or¡ª"

    Theodore''s crimson eyes narrowed with icy disgust, cutting him off mid-accusation. "Do you take me for a degenerate?" he asked coldly. "I''m a ten-year-old boy. Keep talking, and I might cut off your other arm for the insult."

    Cahir flinched, the words stinging more than he expected. Without another word, he nodded to his men, and they reluctantly left the room with their leader, leaving Theodore and Belial alone with the body.

    The moment the door shut, Theodore''s expression shifted, his smirk returning as he raised a hand and summoned a swirling portal of shadow and fire. The air grew heavy, charged with an unearthly energy as the portal opened, revealing the dark expanse of the underworld. From within, Mimi emerged, her figure ethereal and haunting, carrying little Luna in her arms.

    Belial tilted his head, his crimson eyes curious. "How did Luna survive inside the underworld? That place devours the living."

    Theodore didn''t look away from the portal as he replied, "The shadows follow my emotions. They knew Luna was no threat, and they protected her for my sake."

    Belial nodded, though his expression suggested he was more impressed than he let on.

    Theodore''s gaze flicked to Mimi, who stood quietly, her form shifting subtly between mist and solidity. He pointed at the lifeless body on the floor. "It''s time. Take the body."

    Mimi''s lips curved into a delighted smile. "Finally," she said, her voice echoing with an eerie resonance. "It''s about time I feel human again." Without hesitation, she dissolved into a swirling mist and descended into the body, seeping through its mouth, nose, and eyes like a dark vapor.

    Moments later, the body twitched. The lifeless fingers flexed, and a shudder ran through its form. Then, with a gasp, Mimi opened her new eyes. The transformation was seamless. She sat up, stretching as if testing the limits of her new vessel. Little Luna, her face lighting up with joy, ran to her and threw her arms around her.

    "Mimi!" Luna cried. "You''re back!"

    Theodore''s smirk deepened as he watched the reunion. He strode to the door and flung it open, calling for Cahir.

    When Cahir entered and saw his daughter sitting upright, alive, his breath hitched. He froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Amara..." he whispered, stepping forward as if afraid she might vanish. When she smiled and called him "Father," tears streamed down his face. He collapsed beside her, wrapping her in a trembling embrace. "You''re back! My little girl... you''re back."

    Mimi played her role flawlessly, her arms around him as she sobbed, her voice quivering with feigned emotion. "I''ve missed you so much, Father..."

    Meanwhile, Theodore and Belial exchanged amused glances, their expressions betraying nothing but silent mockery. In Theodore''s mind, he couldn''t help but find the situation amusing. Look at him, so happy with his ''daughter.'' If only he knew the real Mimi will never return. His precious child is dead. What sits before him is just a shadow, a puppet.

    Belial chuckled softly under his breath. "She''s quite the actress, isn''t she?"

    Theodore nodded, his smile cold. Let him believe in his delusion. A loyal dog is easier to control when it thinks it''s been rewarded.

 Mr Roman suspicious

    The hall was filled with joy as Cahir''s men and his twin sons crowded around Mimi, their faces alight with awe and gratitude. They embraced her, calling her a miracle and even going so far as to call Theodore an angel.

    Cahir, standing slightly apart, hesitated. He knew better. The ten-year-old boy was no angel. Far from it. Theodore radiated a sinister intelligence and ambition that made his skin crawl. But he held his tongue. For now, his men''s loyalty was a valuable asset, and their faith in Theodore only strengthened that bond.

    Turning to face Theodore, Cahir knelt down, bowing his head deeply. "We are in your debt, my prince. My men and I swear our undying loyalty to you. Whatever you require of us, we will provide."

    Theodore raised a hand dismissively, smiling with a deceptive warmth. "There''s no need for such formality," he said, his voice carrying an air of magnanimity. "I promise I will not use you for anything... evil."

    Cahir''s unease deepened, but he remained silent, masking his suspicion with a respectful nod.

    Theodore stretched, signaling that it was time to leave. As Cahir stood, he offered, "Allow me to prepare a carriage for your journey, my prince. It''s the least I can do."

    Theodore shook his head. "No need. I''d prefer to walk." His tone left no room for argument.

    And so, Theodore, Belial, and Mimi¡ªstill carrying little Luna¡ªdeparted on foot. They walked into the dense forest that bordered the mercenary guild, the towering trees casting long shadows as the sky darkened. Once they were deep enough to avoid prying eyes, Belial raised a hand, summoning a swirling portal. The air grew heavy as the gateway materialized, leading directly to Theodore''s dormitory.

    The three stepped through, and the quiet of the forest was replaced by the familiar stillness of Theodore''s private quarters. The room was dimly lit, its atmosphere heavy with the scent of aged wood and parchment. Theodore collapsed onto a chair, a rare look of satisfaction on his face.

    Belial watched him with a curious smirk. "You seem pleased, my lord. But I have to ask¡ªwhy didn''t you deal with the Marquess directly? He''s an obvious threat, and you had the opportunity."

    Theodore''s crimson eyes glinted as he leaned back, a calculating smile playing on his lips. "The Marquess is a figure of immense influence. His power extends to key regions of the Kiran Continent. Striking him down now would be premature¡ªit would create chaos, yes, but it would also alert my enemies. I want to unravel the network of those who plotted my death first."

    Belial nodded, his admiration evident. "And what about the queen?

    Theodore''s smile darkened, and he folded his hands together. "The queen is no longer a concern. Since She''s been... replaced."

    Belial ask "what role will she play my lord"This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.

    Theodore nodded. "She will act as my pawn, feeding me information about the king¡ªmy father¡ªand the Marquess. They''ll never suspect a thing."

    Belial chuckled, shaking his head in admiration. "You truly are a master of the long game, my lord. The Marquess and the king won''t know what hit them."

    Theodore''s smile widened as he leaned back in his chair, the glow of triumph in his crimson eyes. "Let them believe they hold the power. By the time they realize the truth, it will already be too late."

    Theodore had just sunk into the soft embrace of his bed, his mind replaying the day''s triumphs and schemes, when a sharp knock shattered the peace. His crimson eyes flickered open, irritation swirling within them as he rose. He strode to the door and opened it slightly, his glare meeting the face of Mr. Roman, who stood with his ever-imposing aura.

    "It''s late," Theodore said curtly, barely concealing his annoyance. "I won''t attend to you now."

    But Roman was unfazed. "We need to talk," he replied firmly. "You''ll either cooperate, or I''ll ensure your punishment for sneaking out of the academy becomes far more severe."

    Theodore sighed, stepping aside reluctantly. "Very well," he muttered, glancing at Belial. "Prepare some refreshments."

    As Belial busied himself, Mr. Roman took a seat, his gaze never leaving Theodore. "I''ll get straight to the point," he began. "Earlier tonight, I sensed a massive wave of mana. Dark magic, unmistakable. Were you involved?"

    Theodore raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Dark magic? That''s absurd," he said smoothly. "I wouldn''t even know where to begin with such magic."

    Roman''s eyes narrowed, his suspicion deepening. "Don''t pretend with me, boy. I''ve been around long enough to recognize a liar."

    Theodore sighed theatrically, maintaining his mask of innocence. "With all due respect, Mr. Roman, I''ve been in my room all evening. You''ve seen my magic¡ªit''s elemental, not dark."

    Unsatisfied, Roman lunged forward, gripping Theodore''s wrist. His mana flared as he delved into Theodore''s veins, searching for any trace of darkness. But as before, Theodore''s mana was spotless, pure as a saint''s. Roman released his grip, confusion etched across his weathered face.

    "Impossible," the old mage muttered, leaning back in his chair. "I could''ve sworn..."

    Theodore saw an opportunity to shift the conversation. "Mr. Roman," he said casually, "you''ve lived for centuries, haven''t you? Tell me¡ªare you truly human?"

    Roman''s expression hardened, the question clearly striking a nerve. "There are things, Theodore, that are best left unknown," he replied coldly.

    Theodore''s lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Then let''s make a deal. Just as there are things I don''t need to know about you, there are things you don''t need to know about me. Rest assured, I don''t dabble in evil magic. What I wield is something... greater."

    Roman''s brows furrowed as he rose to his feet, his frustration mounting. "You''re an enigma, Theodore. But mark my words¡ªI''ll be watching you closely."

    As Roman turned to leave, his eyes flicked to Belial. He paused, studying the demon''s face. "Your face," Roman murmured, "feels... familiar."

    Belial stiffened, his gaze locked onto Roman''s. But he said nothing, his silence speaking volumes. Roman lingered for a moment before shaking his head and leaving, the door closing softly behind him.

    The room was quiet again, the tension dissipating. Theodore exhaled, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned against the edge of his bed. "That man is relentless," he muttered, a trace of admiration in his tone.

    Belial smirked as he placed the tea tray on the table. "He''s dangerous. But you handled him well."

    Theodore chuckled, sipping his tea. "Let him keep watching. By the time he uncovers anything, it will already be too late. Everything is progressing perfectly."

    Belial raised an eyebrow. "And what''s next, my lord?"

    Theodore''s eyes gleamed with ambition. "Now, we prepare. The gods will come for this world one day, and when they do, I''ll ensure to grow stronger. But first, there''s a kingdom to dismantle piece by piece. Let the game begin."

    He smiled, a predator savoring the hunt, as the future unfolded in his mind.

 The trap

    The queen lavishly adorned room, her silk gown cascading around her like liquid gold. The delicate perfume of jasmine lingered in the air, but the atmosphere was tense. She had was pretending nervously, clutching a handkerchief, knowing that her father''s wrath would come crashing down at any moment.

    The door burst open with a deafening thud, slamming against the wall. Marquess Donovan stormed in, his face contorted with fury, his sword unsheathed and gleaming in the candlelight. The fire in his eyes burned brighter than the blade in his hand.

    "Bianca!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the room. "Do you have any idea what you''ve done?" His knuckles tightened around the hilt of his sword, veins bulging in his hand. "You killed Cahir¡ªthe daughter of the King of Mercenaries! Do you know what this means? What you''ve unleashed?"

    Bianca took a step back, her lips trembling. "Father, I... I didn''t mean for it to happen. It was a mistake!" Her voice cracked, but she held her ground. "I acted out of anger because the maid¡ªthat worthless fool¡ªfailed in her mission to kill Theodore! She botched it, and I¡ª"

    "You acted out of anger?" Donovan spat, his voice like venom. He raised his sword, pointing it at her throat. Though his blade didn''t touch her, the threat hung heavy in the air. "You reckless, arrogant child! Do you think this family''s name can withstand your whims? The King of Mercenaries is out for blood, and I will be the one who has to clean up this mess!"

    Bianca''s breath hitched, but she refused to back down. "I didn''t mean for things to spiral like this! I swear, Father¡ª"

    "Silence!" Donovan barked, lowering his sword with a sharp motion. His face was a mask of fury, but there was a glimmer of control as he composed himself. "Listen to me, Bianca, and listen well." His voice dropped, cold and sharp like the edge of a blade. "If you ever bring shame or trouble to this family again, I won''t stop at words. You will face punishment like anyone else who crosses me. Do I make myself clear?"

    Bianca''s hands balled into fists at her sides, but she nodded, her pride bruised. "Yes, Father."

    Donovan gave her one last glare before turning on his heel, his cape swirling behind him as he stormed out of the room. The sound of his boots echoed down the corridor, each step a thunderclap in the suffocating silence Bianca was left in.

    As the door slammed shut behind him, Bianca let out a shaky breath. "I hope my lord will praise me for this"her voice low and venomous as she smiled

    Marquess Donovan sat in his grand office, the heavy scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the flickering fire in the hearth and the soft glow of a desk lamp. His hand clenched a glass of brandy so tightly it seemed as though it might shatter. Fury rippled through him like a storm. His mind was a whirlpool of rage and frustration as he thought about the chaos that had erupted in his manor¡ªthe clash between his men and the mercenaries, the blood spilled, the humiliation he had suffered.

    Theodore sat in his dorm room, the golden light of the setting sun casting a warm glow across the modest yet refined space. His sharp gaze was fixed not on his textbooks or the mundane chatter of the academy outside but on a dark mirror hovering in the air before him. The edges of the mirror shimmered with faint, otherworldly light, pulsating like a heartbeat.

    Beside him stood Belial, his ever-loyal butler, his posture straight, his crimson eyes locked on the mirror. A faint smirk played on Belial''s lips as he guided the mirror''s magic with subtle movements of his gloved hand. The surface rippled like water, finally settling to reveal the image of Marquess Donovan pacing angrily in his office.

    Belial stepped back slightly, folding his hands behind his back as he gestured to the magical device. "As you requested, my prince," he said smoothly. "The Marquess is none the wiser. He remains blind to our surveillance."This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

    Theodore leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his crimson eyes narrowing as he studied Donovan through the mirror. "Good," he murmured. "Now, let''s see what schemes the old fool is spinning this time."

    In the image, Donovan was pacing furiously, his hands clenched into fists. His voice, low and venomous, carried clearly through the magic of the mirror.

    "That girl!," Donovan growled, slamming a hand down on his desk. The sound echoed through the mirror, and Theodore''s smirk twitched upward.

    The mirror''s image shifted slightly as Donovan summoned one of his spies, a man disguised as a mercenary. The agent entered the office, bowing low before delivering his report.

    "My lord," the spy began, his voice carefully measured, "Cahir''s daughter has been revived. It was Prince Theodore and his butler who brought her back."

    Donovan''s face darkened, his jaw tightening. "That boy planned this entire disaster," he hissed. "He set this fight in motion, knowing it would divide my forces and humiliate me. But he''s underestimated me. I''ll destroy him."

    Theodore leaned back in his chair, his smirk fading into a colder expression. "And here comes the part where he deludes himself into thinking he still has control."

    The sound echoed through the mirror, and Theodore''s smirk twitched upward. "That insufferable boy! Reviving Cahir''s daughter, stirring chaos with the mercenaries¡ªhe''s turning everything into a circus! But I''ll show him. I''ll make him regret crossing me."

    Theodore''s smirk deepened as he observed the Marquess. "He''s so predictable," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "The same tired bluster. Always thinking brute force and manipulation will solve his problems."

    Belial inclined his head slightly. "Predictable, perhaps, but dangerous when cornered. Shall I maintain the connection?"

    "Yes," Theodore said, waving a hand dismissively. "I want to hear every word."

    Through the mirror, Donovan stopped pacing and leaned heavily on his desk, his expression twisting with malice. "The king will never stand by Theodore when I''m through with him. My daughter, the queen, will ensure that. She''ll feed the king doubts about his precious crown prince. Make him see Theodore as a threat to the realm. Once the king turns against him, he''ll have no choice but to strip him of his title."

    Theodore''s smirk widened, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "How... uninspired," he murmured, almost to himself. "The king may be wary, but Donovan underestimates the man''s patience. It won''t be as easy as he thinks."

    The Marquess continued, his voice rising with venom. "And once Theodore is cast out, my grandson will take his rightful place on the throne. A new era will begin, one where that arrogant little prince is nothing more than a forgotten footnote."

    Donovan''s laugh echoed through the mirror, dark and triumphant, but Theodore only chuckled softly in response. "He believes he''s already won. How quaint."

    Belial glanced at Theodore, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "And yet, every piece of his plan leads back to your own."

    "Precisely," Theodore said, his tone cool and confident. "The queen? She''s already mine. The spies he so carefully employs? Shadows that serve my will. His entire scheme is nothing but an elaborate illusion, one I''ve allowed him to indulge in."

    Donovan barked orders to the spy, commanding him to maintain a closer watch on the Mercenary King. The spy bowed again and exited the office, but Theodore didn''t let the mirror''s image fade. He gestured for Belial to follow the spy.

    "Let''s see what happens next," Theodore said, his voice carrying a quiet edge of intrigue.

    The image followed the spy down the dimly lit hallways of Donovan''s manor. As the spy walked, he encountered a figure standing in the shadows¡ªthe queen herself. Her regal gown shimmered faintly in the torchlight, her poised demeanor masking the cunning lurking behind her eyes.

    "Did the plan go smoothly?" she asked, her tone as sweet as honey but with a sharp undercurrent. "As Lord Theodore instructed?"

    The spy gave a sly smile and nodded. "Perfectly. The Marquess suspects nothing."

    The queen''s lips curled into a triumphant smile, and the shadows around her seemed to ripple unnaturally. The air grew colder, and the illusion of their forms shifted. The spy and queen shimmered, their true identities revealed as Theodore''s shadows, loyal only to him.

    Theodore chuckled darkly, watching as the spy vanish in Donovan manor. He waved his hand, and the mirror''s surface returned to its ordinary reflective state.

    "Well done, Belial," Theodore said, his tone pleased. "The Marquess remains a pawn, playing his part in a game he doesn''t even understand."

    Belial gave a low bow. "As always, my prince. Shall we prepare for the next stage?"

    Theodore stood, his commanding presence filling the room. "Yes. Donovan thinks he''s hunting me, but he''s already ensnared in my web. When the time comes, I''ll ensure he knows exactly how thoroughly he''s been defeated."

    Belial smiled faintly as he stepped aside, the mirror vanishing with a wave of his hand. The shadows in the room seemed to deepen as Theodore turned to face the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His game was unfolding perfectly, and his enemies were walking straight into his trap.

 The first mission

    After a long, grueling month of punishment and isolation, Theodore stood before the full-length mirror in his dorm room. The morning sun filtered through the window, casting a golden light over his pristine school uniform. His butler, Belial, adjusted his tie with his usual meticulousness, ensuring every detail was perfect.

    "You''ve certainly made an impression, my prince," Belial remarked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "The academy has been abuzz with rumors during your absence."

    Theodore smirked, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. "Let them talk. Fear has a way of spreading even faster than gossip."

    Belial nodded, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. "And fear is far more useful."

    With a satisfied glance at his reflection, Theodore turned and strode out of the dorm. As he walked through the hallways, the whispers began almost immediately. Students leaned against walls, glancing nervously in his direction, their hushed voices barely audible over the sound of his polished boots clicking against the floor.

    "There he is... That''s him."

    "Theodore¡ªthe one who almost crippled that student from the opposite class."

    "I heard he was punished for weeks. Do you think he''s still dangerous?"

    Theodore''s smirk widened as he caught snippets of their murmurs. Their fear and avoidance only fueled his sense of superiority. Good, he thought. Let them tremble.

    When he finally entered his classroom, the effect was immediate. Conversations ceased mid-sentence, and every student froze in their seats as if caught in the gaze of a predator. No one dared meet his eyes. As Theodore walked to his desk, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor was deafening in the silent room. He sat down with a deliberate, casual grace, leaning back as if he owned the space.

    Jin, his closest ally and one of the few who could meet Theodore''s gaze without flinching, adjusted his glasses and leaned closer. "My prince," he said with a sly grin, his voice low so only Theodore could hear. "You really are a demon. The same class that once mocked and bullied you now fears the very sight of you."

    Theodore''s smirk remained as he stared ahead. "Fear has a way of rewriting history," he said simply, his tone cold.

    Jin''s grin faltered, and he hesitated before speaking again. "Speaking of history, I had hoped to meet you in your dorm earlier, as we planned. But... something''s happened."

    Theodore turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Something that kept you from your duties? Explain."

    Jin''s expression darkened. He adjusted his glasses again, a nervous tic Theodore rarely saw in him. "It''s about Vivian. Something... terrible has happened to her."

    Theodore frowned slightly, leaning forward. "Vivian?" he repeated, his voice calm but with a hint of curiosity. "What are you talking about?"

    Jin''s voice dropped to a whisper, and his usual confidence wavered. "Her split personality... it''s taken over completely. The real Vivian is practically gone. She''s not herself anymore. She''s been acting strange¡ªerratic, aggressive. Even her closest friends are scared of her."

    For a brief moment, Theodore was silent, processing the information. Then, slowly, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Interesting," he murmured, his tone dripping with intrigue. "Very interesting. I''ll look into it."

    Jin blinked, clearly unsettled by Theodore''s reaction. "You don''t seem concerned."

    "Concerned?" Theodore repeated, tilting his head slightly. "No, Jin. This isn''t cause for concern. This is an opportunity. Chaos always brings opportunities if you know where to look."

    Jin hesitated but nodded. He knew better than to question Theodore when he had that look in his eye. The prince thrived on chaos, and it was clear that Vivian''s situation had piqued his curiosity. Whatever Theodore had planned, it wouldn''t be simple¡ªand it certainly wouldn''t be boring.

    Theodore lounged in his seat, the tension in the classroom still palpable from his return. His classmates remained rigid, barely daring to breathe in his presence. A heavy silence lingered in the air, interrupted only by the occasional scratching of pens or the shuffling of papers. Theodore''s smirk never left his face as he basked in the oppressive fear emanating from his peers. It was almost intoxicating.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

    The door creaked open, and a familiar figure entered¡ªSecond Prince Caden, his entourage trailing behind him. The moment Caden''s eyes landed on Theodore, he froze for a fraction of a second. Though the hesitation was brief, it was enough for Theodore to catch. Caden quickly composed himself, his face settling into a forced smile as he approached.

    "Good morning, brother," Caden said, his voice carrying an air of forced politeness. He took the seat in front of Theodore, his friends following suit.

    Theodore didn''t even glance at him, his expression bored as he spoke. "Don''t talk to me."

    Caden flinched at the curt response but forced himself to remain calm. Leaning slightly over his desk, he lowered his voice, attempting to sound casual. "I only wanted to ask you something."

    Theodore''s gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Caden''s expression. "Speak quickly," he said coldly, his tone making it clear he had little patience for his younger brother.

    Caden hesitated but pressed on. "Have you seen... a creature covered in black magic?" His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes darting nervously around the room to ensure no one else overheard.

    For a brief moment, Theodore''s expression froze. He knew exactly what Caden was referring to. The "creature" wasn''t a monster at all¡ªit was him.

    A month ago, when Caden had foolishly tried to challenge his authority, Theodore had let his dark magic seep out, surrounding his brother with a suffocating aura of malevolence. The memory of Caden trembling in fear as the shadows closed in on him still brought Theodore immense satisfaction.

    But black magic was a dangerous topic. It was a forbidden art, a taboo that could destroy reputations¡ªand lives¡ªif discovered. Theodore couldn''t risk Caden or his lackeys sharing what they had seen, even accidentally. That was why he had ordered Belial to erase their memories after the incident. To ensure the story held no loose ends, Belial had fabricated an illusion in their minds, convincing them they had seen a monstrous, otherworldly creature instead of Theodore''s power.

    Theodore''s smirk returned, his sharp gaze meeting Caden''s. "A creature covered in black magic?" he said slowly, his tone feigning curiosity. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "No, I haven''t seen anything like that."

    Caden''s eyes searched Theodore''s face for any hint of deception but found none. Satisfied¡ªor too nervous to push further¡ªhe nodded slowly. "I see... I just thought I should ask."

    "Do yourself a favor," Theodore added, his voice cold as ice, "and stop chasing shadows. It won''t end well for you."

    Caden stiffened, but before he could respond, the door swung open again, and the imposing figure of Mr. Roman, the academy''s mage principal, strode into the classroom. The man''s long robes billowed behind him, and his sharp, hawk-like eyes immediately found Theodore.

    "Theodore," Roman announced, his voice commanding. "Come with me."

    The room fell into silence again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Theodore''s smirk disappeared, replaced by a scowl as he rose from his seat. The entire class watched him, their fear now mingled with curiosity. Jin raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Theodore followed the principal out into the hallway.

    Once they were away from prying eyes, Roman turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "You''ve missed a full month of classes due to your... disciplinary issues," he said, his tone sharp. "I will personally oversee your lessons to ensure you catch up."

    Theodore narrowed his eyes, his irritation barely concealed. "Why are you so obsessed with me, Roman? Surely you have more important things to do than babysit."

    Roman''s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. "Because you are not like the others, Theodore. Your power, your potential¡ªit''s dangerous. I intend to see that it is properly controlled."

    Theodore''s fists clenched at his sides, though he forced his expression to remain calm. He didn''t trust Roman. The man''s eyes were always too sharp, his curiosity too intrusive. Theodore suspected that Roman knew more about his true nature than he let on, and the idea of being under his scrutiny was deeply unpleasant.

    Before Theodore could respond, Roman continued. "Next week, you will be moved to the advanced class. You''ve outgrown your current peers. But more importantly, you''ll be assigned to a mission¡ªone that will take years to complete."

    Theodore blinked, his annoyance momentarily replaced by intrigue. "A mission?" he repeated, his tone shifting to one of interest.

    Roman nodded. "Yes. This will not be an ordinary task. You will leave the academy and see the world as it truly is¡ªdangerous, unforgiving, and full of challenges that will test your abilities. Consider it the next step in your education."

    Theodore''s lips curled into a slow smile, his previous irritation forgotten. A mission beyond the walls of the academy? A chance to test his strength in the real world? It was exactly what he had been waiting for.

    "Very well," he said, his tone calm but carrying a hint of excitement. "I''ll join this mission. I''m ready."

    Roman studied him for a moment, his expression inscrutable. Then, with a nod, he turned and walked away, leaving Theodore alone in the hallway.

    As the principal disappeared from view, Theodore''s smirk returned, more sinister than ever. "A mission in the real world..." he murmured to himself. "Perhaps it''s time to show them all just how dangerous I can truly be."

    He turned and headed back to class, his thoughts already racing. Whatever lay ahead, Theodore knew one thing for certain: it was the opportunity for him to grow stronger.

 The history of Vornix

    Theodore entered the classroom, his strides deliberate and composed. As always, the murmur of his classmates ceased the moment he stepped inside. The weight of his presence silenced them, their eyes lowering to avoid his cold gaze. He walked to his desk with unbothered confidence, taking his seat beside Jin. The boy adjusted his glasses and immediately leaned in, curious.

    "What did Mr. Roman want?" Jin asked, his tone cautious but edged with curiosity.

    Theodore crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. "Nothing to worry about," he replied casually. "He wanted to inform me about a mission. I''ll be leaving with the senior  class next week." His tone remained calm, as if the mission were nothing more than a trivial errand. "It''s something I''ve been waiting for. I''ll be gone for a few years, but I''ll return eventually."

    Jin''s brow furrowed, concern flashing briefly in his expression. "A mission? You''re only ten years old," he said, lowering his voice. "Why send you away so soon?"

    Theodore''s icy gaze softened just slightly. "Because I''m ready," he replied simply. "The class is beneath me now. There''s nothing more for me to learn here. This mission is an opportunity to test myself in the real world."

    Jin frowned but nodded, understanding that Theodore''s mind was made up. "Very well, Your Highness," he said. "I''ll keep an eye on Vivian while you''re gone. And when you return, I''ll be stronger¡ªstrong enough to stand beside you."

    Theodore gave him a small nod of approval.

    When the final class ended, Theodore made his way to the library, his footsteps steady but tinged with reluctance. The thought of dealing with Mr. Roman again grated on his nerves. He despised the man''s constant scrutiny and was wary of his intentions. Yet, as much as Theodore loathed it, he couldn''t deny that Roman was a valuable source of knowledge.

    The library doors creaked open, revealing a vast expanse of towering shelves filled with ancient tomes. The scent of parchment and ink filled the air, soothing Theodore''s irritation momentarily. He always found comfort in the quiet, scholarly atmosphere. But his neutral expression hardened the moment he saw Mr. Roman waiting for him in the center of the room, his long white beard brushing against his robes.

    "You''re late," Roman said with a wry smile, stroking his beard. "Come in, boy. Let''s begin."

    Theodore sighed and crossed his arms, his expression neutral but tinged with weariness.

    "Why must you insist on personally teaching me?" he asked bluntly.

    Roman chuckled, summoning several thick tomes that floated through the air and landed on the desk between them.

    "Because it''s my job to ensure you don''t destroy the world with that power of yours," he said, his tone light but carrying an undertone of seriousness. "And because you fascinate me, Prince Theodore. You''re unlike any child I''ve ever taught."

    Theodore arched an eyebrow, watching as Roman flipped open a book on geography.

    "Fascinate you?" he asked dryly. "Should I be flattered?"The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

    Roman smirked. "Perhaps. Now, let''s begin." He gestured to the books. "History and geography. A subject most children find dreadfully dull. Let''s see how you fare."

    Instead of reacting with irritation, Theodore''s eyes lit up slightly with interest. He sat down and opened the nearest book, scanning its contents. Roman observed him with curiosity, surprised at his focus.

    "You''re the first ten-year-old I''ve met who actually enjoys this subject," Roman commented. "Most children would fall asleep by now."

    Theodore shrugged, keeping his tone composed. "I''m a prince. It''s natural for me to study my people and my land." But inwardly, his thoughts were far more calculated. This world is new to me. I need to understand it since im new to this world.

    Roman chuckled as he removed his glasses, cleaning them on his sleeve. Theodore tilted his head, a sarcastic grin forming. "An eighth-circle archmage is nearsighted? How tragic."

    Roman raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at his lips. "These aren''t for seeing, boy. They''re for style. Don''t I look cooler with them on?"

    Theodore let out an unexpected laugh. "Maybe in your imagination."

    They both chuckled, the tension in the room easing slightly. Roman opened a book and began explaining the geography of Kiran, the largest continent on the planet Vornix. Theodore leaned forward, intrigued.

    "The world of Vornix is vast," Roman said. " It''s home to seven continents, each with unique climates, cultures, and histories. Kiran, the continent your father rules, is the largest of them all."Mr Roman continues

    Theodore read along, his mind racing with possibilities. Seven continents? Monsters and other races? This world truly is a fantasy brought to life. He masked his excitement, maintaining his calm exterior as Roman continued.

    When Roman mentioned other races¡ªelves, dwarfs, beastmen, and mermaids¡ªTheodore''s eyes widened slightly, though he quickly composed himself.

    "So this world isn''t solely ruled by humans?" he asked.

    "Correct," Roman replied. "Each race holds its own domains and alliances. Their histories are intertwined with ours in ways both wonderful and tragic."

    Theodore''s thoughts churned. This world is even more complex than I imagined. I need to learn everything about it if I''m to rise above them all.

    "Your curiosity is impressive," Roman remarked, his voice tinged with approval. "You ask the questions of a man far older than your years."

    Theodore smiled faintly, hiding his true thoughts. If only you knew, old man.

    Their discussion shifted as Roman introduced Theodore to his upcoming mission. "The advanced class you''ll be joining next week consists of students aged fifteen," Roman explained. "They''ll ensure your safety, so you needn''t worry."

    Theodore frowned, suppressing the irritation that flared within him. I''m mentally thirty years old. I don''t need anyone treating me like a helpless child. But he nodded, swallowing his pride.

    Roman continued, his tone growing serious. "The mission you''re about to undertake is no child''s play. You''ll be traveling to a village cursed for decades¡ªa village near the Daunt Forest, also known as Mother Cry Forest."

    Theodore tilted his head. "Mother Cry Forest?" he repeated, intrigued.

    Roman nodded grimly. "The villagers claim to hear the cries of a woman every night, mourning for her lost child. They''ve never seen her, but every time someone investigates, tragedy follows. Children vanish, leaving no trace. The forest has become a place of fear and death."

    Theodore''s skin went pale at the description, though his curiosity only deepened. "What have you done to stop it?"

    "We''ve tried to nullify the curse for generations," Roman admitted. "But every attempt has failed. That''s why this mission is so critical."

    Theodore leaned forward, his voice low. "And you expect a group of students to succeed where generations have failed?"

    Roman sighed, his gaze heavy. "That''s what you''ll have to discover."

    Theodore stood, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "I''ll go," he said firmly. "This mission¡­ interests me."

    Roman watched him leave, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "That boy," he murmured. "He''s far more dangerous than he lets on."

    As Theodore returned to his dormitory, his thoughts lingered on the cursed forest and the cries of the mysterious woman. For the first time in years, his excitement outweighed his plans for control. This world is more fascinating than I thought. Let''s see what secrets it holds.

 The road ahead

    Back at his dormitory, Theodore pushed the door open to find Belial waiting for him, accompanied by Mimi, the shadow maid, and Luna, the youngest. The room felt warm with their presence, but Theodore''s expression remained calm and composed as he strode in.

    Belial stepped forward and bowed deeply. "Welcome back, my lord," he said. "How did the lessons go today?"

    Theodore waved a hand dismissively as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "I''m leaving for a mission next week. It will take at least a year or two to complete."

    Belial''s normally stoic face betrayed a flicker of concern. "Shall I accompany you, my lord?" he asked. "Your safety is paramount."

    Theodore shook his head firmly. "No. I have a different task for you," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You''re to keep an eye on Mr. Roman, the principal. He''s too curious for my liking. I want to know every move he makes. And while you''re at it, keep close watch on the Marquess. If he so much as stirs, I want to know about it immediately."

    Belial inclined his head. "Understood, my lord. I''ll ensure neither of them acts without our knowledge."

    Theodore then turned to Mimi, the shadow maid, his gaze sharp. "Mimi, I want you to visit your father occasionally. Make sure his loyalty to me doesn''t waver. If there''s even a hint of betrayal, I want you to handle it before it becomes a problem."

    Mimi''s eyes gleamed with unwavering devotion. She knelt slightly and nodded. "As you command, Lord Theodore."

    Theodore then glanced at Luna, but before he could say anything, she pouted, crossing her arms. "What about me, big brother Theodore?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of mischief.

    Belial stifled a laugh, turning away to hide his amusement, but Theodore''s eyes widened in shock. "What¡­ what did you just call me?" he asked, his voice faltering for a moment.

    Luna tilted her head innocently. "Big brother. Is it wrong for me to call you that?"

    Theodore looked away, clearly uncomfortable. "I¡­ well, it''s weird," he muttered. "But¡­ do whatever you want. Damn it."

    Mimi chuckled softly. "The lord doesn''t like affection, Luna. Perhaps he''s afraid of it."

    "I''m not afraid of it," Theodore shot back, his tone defensive. "I just don''t¡­ like it. That''s all." He turned his head, clearly trying to avoid further discussion. "Belial, make sure everyone stays on task while I''m gone."

    Belial, still suppressing his amusement, bowed slightly. "Of course, my lord. We''ll carry out our missions and await your return. Be careful, and grow stronger while you''re away."This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

    Theodore nodded, his composure returning. "I will."

    A week passed in a flurry of preparations, and the day of Theodore''s departure finally arrived. Dressed in his pristine uniform, he walked out of his dormitory and made his way to the school grounds, where the senior class was gathered. As he approached, the murmurs began.

    "Why is a ten-year-old joining the mission?"

    "Isn''t he too young for this?"

    "Still, he''s the crown prince¡­ He must be special."

    "And cute," a few girls whispered, giggling behind their hands.

    Theodore ignored the whispers and stares, his gaze focused straight ahead. He was already steeling himself for the challenges ahead when a tall boy with black hair and striking blue eyes approached him, cutting through the crowd.

    "Theo!" the boy called out, his voice warm and familiar.

    Theodore blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown off by the informal address. Few people dared to speak to him so casually. The boy stopped in front of him, grinning widely.

    "Don''t tell me you don''t recognize me," the boy said, his smile faltering slightly as he studied Theodore''s blank expression.

    Theodore quickly recovered, forcing a small, awkward smile. "Ah¡­ of course. Long time no see," he said, though he had no idea who this boy was. The lack of respect in his tone suggested he must be someone close¡ªa friend or perhaps a relative from the body''s past.

    The boy tilted his head, frowning. "You don''t seem to remember me," he said flatly.

    Theodore hesitated for a split second before responding. "I''ve been ill for some time," he said smoothly. "It''s left my memory a bit¡­ blurry."

    The boy''s face softened with concern. Without warning, he leaned forward and hugged Theodore tightly. "You poor thing," he said, squeezing him like an overzealous older brother. "You''re still as cute as ever."

    Theodore stiffened, his awkwardness mounting. I regret everything about this mission already, he thought grimly. Still, he maintained his composure, pushing the boy away gently but firmly. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone flat.

    "Vincent Vermin," the boy replied cheerfully, stepping back. "Your cousin. Soon to be the Duke of the North."

    At the mention of the name "Vermin," a flood of memories crashed into Theodore''s mind. Vincent¡ªhis cousin. His parents had died in a tragic carriage accident, and he''d been raised by their grandfather, the Grand Duke. The Grand Duke, who had once doted on Theodore, had withdrawn entirely after his daughter''s death, leaving Theodore to fend for himself. The memory of that neglect stirred a cold anger within him.

    Vincent, oblivious to Theodore''s inner turmoil, smiled warmly. "How are you, my sweet cousin?" he asked, stepping forward again as if to hug him once more.

    Theodore pushed him back, a scowl on his face. "I''m not a child," he snapped. "And stop being so touchy."

    Vincent laughed, unfazed by Theodore''s irritation. Before he could respond, Miss Dalia, Theodore''s class teacher, approached. Her long robe swayed as she walked, her sharp gaze focused on the boys. "Prince Theodore," she said, "I''ll be accompanying you and the senior class on this mission, along with the senior instructors."

    Theodore frowned, his irritation deepening. "Why would you do that? Who will teach my classmates in our absence?"

    Dalia smiled faintly. "This is by the principal''s order. Another teacher will handle your class. My priority is to ensure your safety."

    Theodore''s scowl deepened. That cursed principal again. He''s treating me like a child. But he held his tongue, masking his frustration with a neutral expression.

    Vincent wrapped an arm around Theodore''s shoulders, grinning. "I''m looking forward to our mission together, Theo."

    Theodore groaned inwardly, already feeling the weight of regret settling in his chest. This mission hadn''t even begun, and he was already exhausted. As the group began to move out, Theodore sighed, silently vowing to endure whatever lay ahead.

    One step closer to understanding this world, he thought. And one step closer to bending it to my will.

 The whisper of the curse forest

    The morning was crisp, the kind that carried a buzz of excitement and dread. All the senior students¡ªtwenty-four of them, plus one Theodore¡ªgathered near the school''s stables. The stable was massive, stretching farther than Theodore''s eyes could trace, with nearly a hundred magnificent horses snorting, neighing, and stomping in impatience. It was the kind of sight that should inspire awe, but Theodore, a boy of ten, was entirely focused on his growing nerves.

    "Alright, everyone!" called Mr. June, their instructor. He was young and sharp-looking, with unusual brown-and-yellow eyes that seemed to miss nothing. Despite his stern suit, his soft, mage-like hands gave away his magic heritage. Beside him stood Miss Lidia, a vision of elegance and deadly charm, with her flowing black hair, coal-dark eyes, and the massive sword strapped to her back. Theodore felt her aura radiate strength¡ªdefinitely an Aura User. The way her giant smile contrasted with her intimidating presence made his nerves worse.

    "Choose your horse," Mr. June ordered.

    The seniors immediately moved to the stables, selecting their mounts like seasoned riders. Theodore, however, hesitated. It was his first time riding a horse, and the towering creatures made him feel smaller than usual. Before he could fumble his way through, a strong grip lifted him effortlessly onto a horse. Startled, he turned to find his cousin, Vincent, grinning at him.

    "Let''s share a horse, little brother," Vincent teased, plopping Theodore in front of him as if he were a sack of potatoes.

    Theodore''s face turned red¡ªnot from embarrassment, but from sheer rage. "I''m not a child!" he hissed.

    Miss Lidia, overhearing the exchange, gave Theodore an encouraging smile. "It''s a good idea, Your Highness. You''ve never ridden before, and as a prince, you do need protection."

    Theodore''s internal monologue could''ve shattered glass. Protection? From what? Embarrassment?

    "I''ll agree," Theodore said aloud, glaring at Vincent, "but don''t treat me like a child again, or I swear¡ª"

    Vincent interrupted with a laugh and patted Theodore on the head. "You''re ten years old. Let me spoil you, my adorable cousin."

    That was it. Theodore couldn''t hold back. "If you really cared about me," he yelled, shoving Vincent''s hand away, "you wouldn''t have abandoned me when I was sick and starving! You left me alone , that monster of a queen!"

    The group of students froze. Silence descended like a heavy curtain, and all eyes turned to the prince and his trembling cousin.

    Vincent''s confidence shattered in an instant. His hands shook, and his mouth barely managed to whisper, "I''m sorry¡­"

    Theodore, feeling a strange relief, turned away. He didn''t want pity¡ªnot from Vincent, not from anyone. As their group began its journey through the dense forest toward Daunt Village, the atmosphere remained awkward, with Theodore refusing to look at his cousin.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

    By the time they reached Daunt Village, perched on a lonely mountain slope, the awkwardness had faded, replaced by curiosity about their new surroundings. The village was small, its stone-and-wood houses clustered together like sheep huddling for warmth. The village chief, an elderly man with eyebrows so bushy they could''ve been mistaken for furry caterpillars, greeted them with a bow.

    "We''re grateful for your help," he said, his voice quivering with age. "My name is Mr. Smith, the village chief."

    Mr. June dismounted gracefully and gestured to the group. "We''re honored to assist you. And this year, we''ve brought someone special¡ªPrince Theodore."

    At the mention of his name, Theodore felt his stomach drop. The villagers immediately fell to their knees in reverence.

    "Please, don''t¡ª" he began, waving his hand awkwardly. He hated attention, and his glare at Mr. June could''ve melted iron. The instructor smiled back obliviously.

    As the villagers took their horses to the stable, Theodore sensed something sinister. It was faint at first, like a low hum, but the closer he got to the forest''s edge, the stronger it became. A massive, malevolent force pulsed within the trees. It wasn''t just any magic¡ªit was cursed.

    Theodore''s body buzzed with a strange desire, a hunger almost. He wanted to absorb it, to let it pull him into its dark embrace.

    "Let''s go, Theo," Vincent said, lifting him off the horse.

    Theodore yanked himself free. "Didn''t I tell you not to touch me?"

    "I just want to talk¡ª" Vincent started.

    Theodore cut him off, his voice sharp. "If you wanted to talk, you would''ve done it years ago. You abandoned me. Don''t pretend now."

    Vincent flinched but pressed on. "There''s a reason I didn''t come. It''s because of Queen Bianca."

    Theodore froze. His stepmother''s name brought a bitter taste to his mouth. "I see," he said with a humorless laugh. "That explains it. But that doesn''t mean I forgive you. Caden bullied me for years, and you let it happen."

    Vincent''s face fell. "Theo, I¡ª"

    "Enough," Theodore snapped, turning and storming into the dormitory.

    The room was spacious but infuriatingly shared, with two extra beds. Theodore immediately hated it. Privacy was a luxury he''d been clinging to lately, and now even that was taken from him.

    A knock at the door interrupted his brooding. Opening it, he found two senior students.

    The first, with curly hair and a confident grin, introduced himself. "I''m Marvin. Fire Magic, six circles."

    The second, with short black hair and an air of arrogance, crossed his arms. "Cai. Earth Magic. Also six circles."

    Theodore greeted them with a polite smile. Inwardly, his mind raced. These seniors were no joke¡ªsixth-circle mages were rare, even among adults. He''d heard the principal himself selected this class for their mission to cleanse the Mother Cry Forest.

    "So," Marvin said, his tone far too casual, "how''d a ten-year-old prince end up here?"

    Cai scoffed. "I don''t babysit kids. And honestly, if something happens to you, I doubt the king would care."

    Theodore''s smile didn''t falter. "My father does care about me," he said calmly. "The rumors are lies spread by my brother and the nobles."

    Marvin blinked, surprised by Theodore''s composure. Cai laughed outright. "Kid, you expect me to believe that? Come on. Don''t be ashamed of being neglected."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. I''ll tame you soon enough.

    "Things have changed," Theodore said coolly. "But I don''t need to explain myself to you. Let''s sleep¡ªwe have a long day tomorrow."

    Cai snorted, amused by the prince''s arrogance. Marvin, on the other hand, looked at Theodore with a glimmer of pity.

    Theodore didn''t care. He''d already decided: Marvin would be easy to manipulate, and Cai would need a show of strength. Either way, they''d both learn soon enough that Theodore wasn''t a child to be underestimated.

 The strange man

    The next morning, the rising sun cast long, ominous shadows across the dormitory walls. A loud voice shattered the quiet.

    "Wake up! Everyone, up!" Mr. June''s shout echoed through the halls, snapping the students from their slumber.

    Theodore rubbed his eyes, annoyed. He noticed how quickly the noble students scrambled to obey, almost as if they feared Mr. June. Strange, he thought. These spoiled brats are acting like soldiers.

    Mr. June approached Theodore, his expression softening. He patted Theodore on the head, smiling as if Theodore were some delicate pet. "Good morning, my little prince."

    Theodore clenched his fists, rage bubbling inside him. He despised being treated like a child, and the way Mr. June''s syrupy tone dripped over the words made his skin crawl

    After a quick breakfast of egg soup and cheesecake, the students gathered outside. The village chief, Mr. Smith, waited for them near the center of the village. His presence was commanding despite his frail appearance, his wrinkled hands gripping a cane carved from ancient wood.

    The students formed a line, standing stiffly under the chief''s watchful gaze. He began to speak, his voice carrying the weight of sorrow.

    "Our village has been cursed for generations," Mr. Smith explained. "Every three nights, a woman comes from the forest¡ªa spirit of malice. She kidnaps our children, and sometimes¡­ she kills those who get in her way. Tonight is the third night. Tonight, she will come again."

    The crowd fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. A brave student broke the silence. "Why don''t you leave the village if it''s so dangerous?"

    Before the chief could respond, Miss Lidia stepped forward. "Do not ask such thoughtless questions," she snapped, her voice sharp as her sword.

    The chief raised a hand, calming her. "It''s fine," he said with a faint smile. "We cannot leave because this land is sacred to us. It is blessed, you see."

    To demonstrate, Mr. Smith knelt and pressed a seed into the soil. Within seconds, a sapling burst from the ground, growing into a full tree before their astonished eyes.

    "This land is our life," he continued, his tone resolute. "But that blessing has turned into a curse. We have tried to fight her, but the spirit never reveals herself. She strikes from the shadows, stealing our children, spreading her dark magic. We''ve lost so much already¡­"This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

    The students exchanged uneasy glances, their excitement for the mission now tempered by fear.

    Mr. June broke the tension by summoning dark, tactical suits for the students using telekinesis. The suits were form-fitting and designed for practicality, with padded shoulders, knee guards, and holsters. They were black as the night they would soon face.

    The students returned to their quarters to change. Theodore tugged at his suit uncomfortably. The tightness around his arms and chest irritated him, and he muttered under his breath about hating every moment of this trip.

    Marvin, ever the cheerful one, approached Theodore and playfully squeezed his cheeks. "You''re just like my little brother!" he said with a laugh.

    Theodore swatted his hand away and glared. "Don''t touch me."

    Marvin dropped to his knees, hands raised in mock surrender. "I''m sorry! Forgive me, Your Highness!"

    Theodore rolled his eyes and stormed out of the room. Behind him, Cai snickered, clearly amused by the prince''s irritation.

    As Theodore strolled through the village, the atmosphere felt heavy. The villagers were quiet, their faces drawn with worry. Children stayed indoors, peeking out from behind curtains.

    Theodore''s curiosity deepened. How had such a small village come under the grip of such a curse? And what kind of spirit was this woman, who could instill such terror?

    His wandering brought him to the edge of the village, where a man sat sharpening a sword in his garden. The man''s appearance stopped Theodore in his tracks. He was gaunt, with dark circles under his eyes and scars crisscrossing his face. He looked like he hadn''t slept in years.

    Theodore''s instincts told him this man wasn''t ordinary. He approached, only to feel a tap on his shoulder.

    "Don''t go near him," Mr. Smith warned, his voice low. "That man is cursed. We all keep our distance."

    Theodore turned back to the man, narrowing his eyes. Activating his shadow sight, he searched for any signs of a curse. But there was nothing¡ªno dark aura, no magical residue.

    "Are you sure he''s cursed?" Theodore asked, suspicious.

    Mr. Smith nodded gravely. "He sacrificed his wife and children to the spirit. That is why he lives like this¡ªhaunted, broken."

    Theodore frowned. "If he''s dangerous, why haven''t you banished him? Or executed him?"

    The chief''s eyes widened, taken aback by the prince''s bluntness. "You speak of death so easily for a child¡­" He placed a firm hand on Theodore''s shoulder. "Come, now. You should head back to your quarters. That man has no love for strangers, and he may harm you."

    Theodore reluctantly turned back toward the dorms. But as he walked away, he glanced over his shoulder. The chief was speaking to the man in hushed tones. The man''s hollow eyes were locked onto Theodore, unblinking, as he replied to the chief.

    A shiver ran down Theodore''s spine.

    Back in his quarters, Theodore''s mind raced. The pieces didn''t fit. If the man wasn''t cursed, why did the villagers fear him? And why had the chief seemed so secretive?

    The forest loomed beyond the window, dark and forbidding. Theodore could feel its pull again, the cursed mana swirling like a storm just out of reach. It whispered to him, tempting him to step closer.

    As the night crept in, the air grew colder. Somewhere in the village, a women began to cry.

 The crying ghost

    The dormitory was quiet, the flickering light of the moon barely penetrating the wooden shutters. Most of the students were half-asleep, their breathing slow and steady. But just as the quiet settled like a blanket over the village, it began.

    A woman''s cry.

    The sound wasn''t distant. It was right there, as if she were standing next to each student, whispering her sorrow into their ears. Her voice was broken, fragmented, and incomprehensible, but the anguish was undeniable. The crying wasn''t just heard¡ªit pierced through them, making it feel as though her sobs were crawling under their skin.

    Cai rolled over in his bed and groaned. "What in the abyss is that?"

    Marvin sat upright, shivering. "It''s her, isn''t it? The spirit."

    Theodore, however, remained still, his sharp mind analyzing the situation. He glanced toward Cai and Marvin, who looked far more shaken. "You two are scared of some crying?" he asked, feigning nonchalance.

    Cai sneered, trying to regain his bravado. "Shouldn''t you be sleeping, kid? Leave the ghosts to the adults."

    Theodore had enough of their constant bullying. He smirked, an idea forming in his mind. He wanted to prank them¡ªjust a little. Without a sound, he activated a small portion of his shadow energy, careful to conceal it from Mr. June. In the darkness, he crafted a shadowy figure¡ªa tall, faceless entity with unnaturally long arms.

    As the three stepped outside to investigate the source of the crying, the shadow figure appeared at the edge of the village square, waving at them.

    "What... what is that?" Marvin shrieked, his voice cracking as he stumbled backward.

    Cai''s face went pale. "A monster! It''s real!"

    Their screams echoed into the night, loud enough to wake the other students. But when the rest of the seniors rushed out, the shadow figure dissolved into nothing.

    "There''s nothing there," one student said, squinting into the darkness.

    Marvin and Cai looked around in disbelief. "We saw it!" Marvin exclaimed, his voice trembling. "It was right there!"

    Theodore leaned casually against a wooden post, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I didn''t see anything," he said, feigning innocence.

    Marvin fainted on the spot, and Cai was left shivering and clutching his arms. Theodore had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

    But the prank was short-lived.

    The crying turned into a scream¡ªa bloodcurdling, ear-piercing wail that sent shivers down everyone''s spine. Villagers hurriedly locked their windows and doors, and the students huddled together in fear. The night itself seemed to grow colder, darker.

    Vincent appeared suddenly, grabbing Theodore by the arm. "Stay close to me," he said. "I''ll protect you."Stolen novel; please report.

    A red-haired girl beside Vincent placed a hand on Theodore''s shoulder. "Don''t worry, Your Highness. We''re here for you."

    Theodore yanked his shoulder free. "Don''t touch me," he snapped, glaring at the girl.

    Vincent smiled awkwardly. "This is Faith, my fianc¨¦e."

    Theodore stared at her for a moment, unimpressed. "Lovely. Now, stop treating me like a child if you want to talk to me."

    Vincent chuckled, his usual calm demeanor unfazed. "Anything for you, Theo. You''re my favorite cousin, after all."

    Theodore scoffed. If you knew the real me¡ªthe one who reincarnated into this body¡ªyou wouldn''t talk to me so casually, he thought.

    Suddenly, another scream tore through the night. This one was different, more human, more real. The students ran toward the source, led by Mr. June and Miss Lidia.

    They arrived at a small house, its door hanging open. Inside, a man was kneeling on the floor, his face buried in his hands as he sobbed uncontrollably.

    His wife lay beside him, sliced into pieces, her blood pooling on the wooden floor.

    Miss Lidia quickly turned the students away, shielding their eyes from the horrific scene. "Everyone back to the dorms. Now!" she commanded.

    Most of the students obeyed, pale and trembling, but Theodore remained still. His sharp gaze locked on the body. This wasn''t just a killing¡ªit was a message.

    "The creature came," Mr. June muttered, his voice cold. "She took the child... and left this."

    Theodore turned to follow the group, but as he glanced toward the forest, he froze.

    She was there.

    A woman stood at the tree line, impossibly tall¡ªat least ten feet. Her hair cascaded down her back like a black river, and though her features were blurry, her smile was unmistakable. It wasn''t kind or gentle. It was the smile of a predator, cold and hungry.

    Her voice, soft and haunting, whispered through the air: "You... soon."

    A chill ran down Theodore''s spine, though he refused to let it show. He''d faced terrifying monsters before, but this woman was different. There was something primal, something ancient about her presence that made the hairs on his neck stand on end.

    Then she turned and disappeared into the forest, vanishing like a shadow into the night.

    Back in the dormitory, the students were restless, their nerves on edge. Theodore, however, was calm. He sat on his bed, deep in thought. Who was that woman? Was she truly a spirit, or something else entirely? He decided not to press further¡ªfor now. There would be other nights to hunt her.

    Just as he began to relax, Marvin stirred from his fainting spell. Still groggy, he stumbled toward the door. "I... I need to pee," he mumbled, barely coherent.

    Theodore watched him leave, sensing something was off. Minutes passed, and Marvin didn''t return.

    Then, faintly, Theodore heard a voice in his ear, so close it made him flinch.

    "Thanks for the meal," it whispered, soft and venomous.

    Theodore''s blood ran cold. He jumped to his feet and slapped Cai awake. "Get up!"

    Cai groaned, rubbing his face. "What''s wrong with you?"

    "Marvin''s missing," Theodore said, his tone sharp.

    "What?" Cai''s drowsiness vanished. He bolted upright.

    "Go get Mr. June," Theodore ordered. "Now."

    Without hesitation, Cai sprinted out the door, leaving Theodore alone.

    The prince grabbed his coat and stepped into the cold night. The village was eerily silent, the crying woman''s wail long gone. As he reached the edge of the forest, his eyes caught movement.

    She was there again.

    The tall woman stood between the trees, her dark silhouette framed by moonlight. Her face was sad now, her predatory smile replaced by something almost... mournful.

    "Come," she said, her voice carrying through the wind.

    Theodore smirked. "You come here instead."

    Her sad expression twisted, her face contorting into something monstrous. "Soon," she hissed, her voice echoing unnaturally.

    Before Theodore could respond, Mr. June appeared behind him, grabbing his shoulder.

    "You shouldn''t be out here," Mr. June scolded, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

    Theodore turned back toward the forest, but the woman was gone, her presence erased as if she''d never been there.

    "Go back to bed," Mr. June commanded. "You''ll need your strength for tomorrow."

    Theodore followed him reluctantly, but his mind was already racing. The woman wasn''t done with them. Not yet.

 Missing Marvin

    The entire dormitory was alive with panic. The students were gathered outside, whispering among themselves, their faces pale and fearful. Marvin was missing.

    ¡°Everyone, return to your quarters,¡± Mr. June commanded, his voice stern but calm, masking the worry in his sharp yellow-brown eyes. ¡°I¡¯ll find Marvin. It¡¯s too dangerous for you all to stay out here.¡±

    The students hesitated but ultimately obeyed, shuffling back to their rooms. Vincent tried to guide Theodore inside, but the young prince had other plans. The moment he reached his quarters, he slipped out through a side door, the cold night air prickling his skin.

    Theodore moved quietly, his small frame cloaked by the shadows. He didn¡¯t know exactly where Marvin could have gone, but the pull of the forest was undeniable. The dark treetops loomed over the edge of the village like watchful sentinels, and Theodore couldn¡¯t help but feel the woman¡¯s presence waiting for him.

    As he crept through the village, a sudden tap on his shoulder made him freeze. His heart raced, his body reacting instinctively. He swung his elbow back with all his strength, but it hit nothing solid.

    ¡°Calm down! It¡¯s just me!¡± Cai hissed, stepping back and rubbing his nose, having narrowly avoided the blow.

    Theodore exhaled sharply, his body still tense. ¡°What are you doing here?¡±

    Cai glared at him, his voice a furious whisper. ¡°What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You know we¡¯ll both get punished if they find out we left!¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t care. If you¡¯re scared, go back,¡± Theodore replied coldly. ¡°This is my problem.¡±

    Cai crossed his arms, his irritation clear. ¡°I can¡¯t. If you disappear, they¡¯ll come after me next. Besides¡­¡± Cai¡¯s voice softened slightly. ¡°You¡¯re the prince. If anything happens to you, we¡¯re all dead.¡±

    Theodore turned away from Cai, frustrated by the conversation. ¡°I don¡¯t need anyone¡¯s help. But if you¡¯re going to follow me, stay quiet. I don¡¯t have time to argue.¡±

    Cai hesitated, then nodded. ¡°Fine, but I swear, if that¡­ thing¡­ comes out again, I¡¯m running.¡±

    Theodore scoffed in his mind. Of course Cai was afraid. Who wouldn¡¯t be? But Theodore had no intention of finding Marvin out of altruism. The truth was, he didn¡¯t trust this village. The chief¡¯s overly polite demeanor, the cursed land, the crying woman¡ªit all felt like a puzzle he needed to solve.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± Theodore said, his voice low.

    The two boys crept through the village, their footsteps silent on the damp ground. Every shadow seemed to stretch unnaturally, flickering as if alive. The air felt heavy, thick with something unspoken, something wrong. Cai shivered as they ducked behind a fence, his fear nearly palpable.

    ¡°I don¡¯t like this,¡± he muttered.

    ¡°Then leave,¡± Theodore shot back.

    Stolen story; please report.Before Cai could reply, the sound of voices nearby made them both freeze.

    Peering from their hiding spot, they saw the village chief, Mr. Smith, standing near a darkened house. Opposite him was Mr. June, his silhouette barely visible under the faint moonlight.

    ¡°What are you doing out here this late, Mr. June?¡± Mr. Smith asked, his tone calm but oddly firm.

    ¡°I¡¯m looking for something,¡± Mr. June replied.

    ¡°Do you mean the missing student?¡± Mr. Smith¡¯s voice was eerily casual, as though the disappearance of a child was a trivial matter.

    Theodore¡¯s eyes narrowed. How does he know?

    ¡°Yes,¡± Mr. June admitted. ¡°One of my students is missing, and I want to find him before it¡¯s too late.¡±

    Mr. Smith stroked his beard thoughtfully. ¡°The boy, right? You won¡¯t find him tonight. It¡¯s too dangerous to be out here. The spirit is still lurking.¡±

    Theodore¡¯s heart skipped a beat. Mr. June had never mentioned the student¡¯s gender, yet Mr. Smith had casually referred to Marvin as ¡°the boy.¡±

    ¡°I can¡¯t leave him out there alone,¡± Mr. June said, though his voice held a note of hesitation.

    Mr. Smith smiled faintly, his expression almost mocking. ¡°The spirit won¡¯t let you find him. Go back. You¡¯ll only endanger yourself.¡±

    After a long pause, Mr. June sighed. ¡°Fine. But if I don¡¯t find him tomorrow¡­¡±

    ¡°You will,¡± Mr. Smith assured him. ¡°Good luck, teacher.¡±

    Theodore watched as Mr. June turned and walked away, his shoulders tense with worry. Mr. Smith stood there for a moment, his smile fading. He muttered something under his breath, then disappeared into the shadows.

    Theodore and Cai sat frozen in their hiding spot, neither speaking for several seconds.

    ¡°That was¡­ weird,¡± Cai finally whispered, his voice shaking.

    Theodore¡¯s mind raced. Mr. Smith knew Marvin was missing, and he knew he was a boy. But how?

    ¡°We¡¯re going back,¡± Theodore said abruptly, standing up.

    ¡°What? But¡ª¡± Cai started.

    ¡°We¡¯re going back,¡± Theodore repeated, his tone sharp. ¡°Now.¡±

    *****

    Back in their quarters, Cai collapsed onto his bed, his face pale and drawn. He stared at the ceiling, mumbling, ¡°What if Marvin¡¯s¡­ you know, already gone?¡±

    Theodore didn¡¯t respond. He sat on his own bed, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

    Cai didn¡¯t know it, but Theodore had already pieced together part of the puzzle. Mr. Smith wasn¡¯t just some harmless village elder. He knew more about the spirit than he let on, and he was hiding something¡ªsomething important. But there was a larger question gnawing at Theodore¡¯s mind: Why does the spirit target children?

    He didn¡¯t care about Marvin, not really. What he cared about was unraveling the truth. The ghost woman, the cursed village, the crying in the night¡ªit all pointed to something darker, something deeper.

    But the answers would have to wait.

 unraveling Mysterious secrets

    The next morning, when the sun crept over the horizon and birds filled the crisp air with their song, Theodore was already awake. He hadn''t slept a wink. Dark shadows clung under his eyes like bruises, evidence of a sleepless night spent replaying yesterday''s horrors. He splashed cold water on his face, donned his academy training suit, and stepped outside for a walk, the frosty air nipping at his cheeks. The dormitory grounds were eerily quiet except for the occasional chirp of early birds. Inside, Cai lay sound asleep, blissfully unaware that his friend and classmate was missing¡ªand that Theodore had left.

    As Theodore strolled, he spotted Mr. June, Miss Dalia, and Miss Lidia gathered near the dormitory entrance.

    Mr. June looked as exhausted as Theodore, dark circles matching his own, while the two women exchanged worried whispers. They sat stiffly on the worn chairs, their conversation punctuated by nervous glances toward the edge of the forest.

    Miss Lidia''s voice was filled with concern as she murmured about Marvin''s disappearance. She wrung her hands, whispering that if Principal Roman found out, his fury would be unmatched. They had to find Marvin.

    Mr. June yawned, rubbing his temples as though he could press away the exhaustion. "I''ll find him, Miss Lidia," he reassured her with a shaky voice. "You and Miss Dalia should stay here with the other students. Keep them calm. I''ll handle it."

    The women nodded solemnly, though their furrowed brows betrayed their doubt. It was then that Mr. June''s tired gaze landed on Theodore. He approached quickly, his boots crunching against the gravel.

    "My prince," he greeted with a practiced bow. "What brings you out here so early¡ª" He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he noticed Theodore''s gaunt expression and dark circles.

    "Oh, my goodness! You didn''t sleep, did you? It must have been traumatic for someone your age¡­ seeing¡ª" he faltered, his voice dropping to a whisper, "¡ªthe blood last night."

    Theodore scoffed, brushing off the comment with a wave of his hand.

    "Traumatized? Hardly." He yawned, his sharp voice cutting through the morning air.

    "I didn''t sleep because there''s something strange about this village, and we need to talk about it."

    Mr. June tilted his head, puzzled. He crouched slightly, lowering himself to Theodore''s height.

    "Strange? What do you mean?"

    Theodore''s expression darkened.

    "I think this village is hiding something. Something dangerous. We should investigate."

    For a moment, Mr. June simply stared at him. Then, he laughed¡ªa nervous, dismissive chuckle.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    "Oh, your highness. You''ve got quite the imagination. But leave the worrying to the adults, alright? You should go back inside. I''ll find Marvin. He''s probably just wandered off."

    Theodore''s jaw tightened as he glared up at the teacher.

    He could see the man''s fear, the way his hands trembled ever so slightly. Theodore didn''t buy a word of it. He knew they were lying¡ªMr. June, Miss Dalia, Miss Lidia. They all knew Marvin was likely dead, just as Theodore suspected. But they clung to fragile hope, ignoring the dark truth that loomed over them like a shadow.

    Fine, Theodore thought bitterly. If they wouldn''t take him seriously, he''d investigate on his own. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.

    *****

    Back in his room, Theodore collapsed onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts drifted to Belial and Mimi, the companions he wished were here. They would''ve understood.

    They were smarter than the teachers¡ªsmarter than most people. But they weren''t here, and he had to figure this out alone.

    Cai stirred from the other bed, blinking groggily. His gaze landed on Theodore, and his brows furrowed in concern.

    "You look terrible," he muttered, his voice still thick with sleep. Unexpectedly, Cai slipped out of bed and shuffled outside.

    A few minutes later, he returned, carrying a plate of breakfast.

    "Here," Cai mumbled, shoving the food toward Theodore. "Eat."

    Theodore raised an eyebrow. "What''s this about? You''ve never been the considerate type."

    Cai''s cheeks flushed. "Don''t get used to it," he muttered.

    "I just¡­ I heard people talking. They said you''re a weakling prince. Always sick, always useless. I don''t care about the rumors, but¡ª" he hesitated, his voice faltering, "¡ªI know what it''s like to be misunderstood."

    Theodore laughed softly, a sharp, hollow sound.

    "The rumors are true," he admitted, though his voice carried a bitter edge. "I don''t care about people. Never have." He smirked, but his eyes betrayed something darker, a glimmer of doubt.

    Cai ignored the remark, his expression softening.

    "Marvin¡­ Marvin was different. Despite being a commoner was a nice guy. He was humble, even though he''s probably the most talented mage I''ve ever met."

    Theodore leaned forward, his curiosity piqued.

    "How did someone like Marvin even end up at this academy?"

    Cai hesitated before answering. "He was an orphan," he said quietly.

    "He Used to work on a pig farm, of all places. My father¡ªthe baron¡ªsaw his magic potential and sponsored him. He wanted Marvin to be the mage of our village."

    Theodore frowned. "A pig farmer turned mage? That''s an unusual story."

    Cai nodded, his voice growing more emotional. "He was my best friend. I just¡ª" His voice broke, and tears filled his eyes. "I just want him to come back."

    Theodore stiffened, unsure how to handle Cai''s tears. Comforting people wasn''t exactly his strength. He remained silent, letting Cai''s sobs fill the room.

    After a long pause, Theodore asked, "Did Marvin ever tell you where he was raised? Before the farm?"

    Cai sniffled, wiping his face. "He mentioned a village once. Some place he lived as a kid. But he didn''t talk about it much. Just said his father sent him away."

    Theodore froze, his mind racing. "Did he ever say the name of the village?"

    Cai shook his head. "No. Why?"

    A smile crept across Theodore''s face¡ªa cold, calculating smile. He let out a low chuckle, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. There was more to Marvin''s past than anyone realized.

    Before he could press further, a knock at the door interrupted them. Cai got up to answer, revealing Miss Lidia standing in the doorway.

    "It''s time for training," she said briskly.

    The two boys exchanged a glance. Theodore pushed himself off the bed, his mind still spinning with new revelations. This wasn''t over. Not by a long shot.

    As they headed outside to join the others, Theodore''s resolve hardened. He''d uncover the truth about Marvin,and the village,no matter what it took.

 Echoes of fear:The man by the stream

    Once outside, Theodore noticed the village chief deep in conversation with Miss Dalia.

    The chief''s furrowed brow and Miss Dalia''s anxious gestures painted a picture of unease. Mr. June was nowhere to be seen¡ªhe must have already set off to search for Marvin.

    Miss Lidia, however, seemed unfazed by the morning''s tension. She clapped her hands sharply, drawing the students'' attention.

    "All of you, start running!" she barked, pointing to the hill that loomed opposite the village.

    The students groaned but obeyed, taking off in a slow jog. They ran toward the hill, their footsteps echoing against the cold morning air.

    Upon reaching a massive rock at the base of the hill, they turned around and raced back to the village. Theodore pushed himself harder with each lap, his legs burning as they repeated the grueling circuit twenty times. Exhaustion weighed down the group by the time Miss Lidia allowed them to stop.

    The training didn''t end there.

    Next, they picked up wooden swords to practice strikes and parries, slamming their blades against straw dummies lined up across the field. For the mages, training involved honing their abilities by aiming at the dummies, firing bursts of elemental energy at marked targets.

    Theodore stuck with his sword. He knew he had to sharpen his skills¡ªhis small stature was a disadvantage, but he was determined to overcome it. Sweat trickled down his brow as he thrust and dodged, his concentration unwavering.

    From the sidelines, Vincent,watched Theodore train.

    He smiled, clearly impressed by his cousin determination. "You''re doing great, Theo," Vincent called out with a thumbs-up.

    The compliment broke Theodore''s focus. His wooden blade slipped from his grip, clattering to the ground. Gritting his teeth, he picked it up and turned to Vincent, his eyes narrowing.

    "Don''t do that," he snapped. "Stop acting so friendly. It''s irritating."

    Vincent''s smile faltered, replaced by a look of hurt. "I was just trying to¡ª"

    "Don''t," Theodore cut him off, his tone cold. Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving Vincent standing there, crestfallen.

    Theodore headed toward the nearest stream to quench his thirst.

    The cool shade of the trees was a welcome break from the heat of training. As he approached the water, he froze. There, crouched by the stream, was that strange man. His scarred face caught the light as he methodically sharpened a long, jagged sword. The metallic sound of the blade against the whetstone filled the air.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

    Theodore hesitated for a moment but moved forward, kneeling by the water''s edge. As he cupped his hands to drink, the man''s gruff voice cut through the stillness.

    "Don''t drink that," the man growled, not even looking up.

    Theodore paused, staring at the man in surprise. "Why? Is it poisoned?" he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Don''t worry. I''m immune to most poisons."

    The man''s lips twitched into a wry smile. "It''s not poison, kid. But there''s something in the water."

    Theodore frowned, glancing at the clear stream. "What do you mean?"

    The man''s demeanor shifted, his smile fading as his eyes darkened. His behavior became strange¡ªhis gaze lingered on Theodore a little too long, and his movements seemed unnaturally tense. Theodore felt the hairs on his neck rise.

    "What''s your name?" he asked cautiously.

    The man''s eyes flicked toward him, sharp and calculating. "Call me Black."

    Theodore tilted his head, confused. "Black? Like¡­ the color?"

    Black''s glare was sudden and sharp. "You got a problem with that, boy?" he growled.

    Theodore quickly shook his head. "No, not at all."

    Black returned to sharpening his blade, the rasping sound echoing in the quiet woods.

    "You''re braver than most kids," he muttered.

    "Didn''t Mr. Smith tell you about me? People think I''m cursed. Most kids run when they see me."

    Theodore smirked faintly.

    "Cursed, huh? That''s not so scary. I''ve seen worse." His voice dropped, his eyes narrowing. "I am worse."

    Black chuckled, a low, rumbling sound.

    "Kids your age sure have big imaginations," he said, standing and slinging his sword over his shoulder. "But take my advice, boy. Leave this village while you still can. It''s not safe."

    As Black turned to leave, Theodore called out, "Wait! Have you seen a boy named Marvin? He''s my classmate, and he''s missing."

    The question made Black stop in his tracks.

    Slowly, he turned back, gripping his arm tightly. His eyes locked onto Theodore, his expression unreadable.

    "Don''t stick your nose where it doesn''t belong, boy," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "If your friend''s gone missing, maybe the ghost woman got him. Forget about him. It''s better that way."

    Theodore''s brow furrowed. "Ghost woman?" he echoed, but Black didn''t elaborate. He turned and walked away, disappearing into the trees.

    Theodore watched him go, his mind buzzing with questions. Before he could dwell on it further, he felt a strange presence nearby.

    His sharp eyes scanned the area and landed on a small bird perched on a branch. The bird''s eyes gleamed unnaturally, too intelligent for an ordinary animal.

    Theodore''s lips curved into a sly smile. "So, you''re watching me now, Principal Roman," he murmured under his breath.

    Feigning ignorance, he turned and made his way back to the training ground, pretending he hadn''t noticed the principal''s shapeshifted form. His mind, however, was far from calm. Between Black''s cryptic warnings, the ghost woman, and Marvin''s disappearance, the pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together. And Theodore intended to solve it.

    Night had fallen, and the air was thick with unease when Mr. June returned to the dormitory¡ªwithout Marvin.

    His slumped shoulders and defeated expression said everything. The once-confident, sharp-eyed teacher now looked like a husk of his former self, his face pale and gaunt, his eyes sunken.

    The students watched him silently as he dragged himself upstairs. Among them, Theodore noticed something strange,the bird was gone. Principal Roman, who had been watching them in his avian guise, was nowhere to be seen. This confirmed Theodore''s suspicions the principal was aware of everything and likely observing from the shadows.

 A month of despair

    It had been a full month since Marvin vanished. Life in the cursed village had settled into a grim routine.

    The students did little more than train, eat, and sleep, each day weighed down by mounting fear.

    Rumors began to spread among the younger students, whispers of Marvin''s fate and the malevolent presence that haunted the village. Some were desperate to leave, their nerves frayed to the point of breaking.

    But there was no escape¡ªonly the endless wail of the "mother''s cry," haunting them every third night until dawn.

    The cry was relentless, a piercing, mournful wail that seeped into their bones and refused to leave their minds.

    No matter how hard they searched, they could never find the source of the sound. The constant torment was taking its toll. Students bore dark circles under their eyes, praying every night that they wouldn''t vanish like Marvin. Even Mr. June, once a confident and capable teacher, had become a hollow figure, his eyes dull and his movements sluggish.

    The other teachers weren''t faring much better, though they tried to maintain an air of authority.

    Oddly enough, the village itself had grown quieter. Since Marvin''s disappearance, no other children or adults had been harmed.

    The "mother''s cry" no longer seemed to grieve as before¡ªit had settled into an eerie, mocking consistency. This paradox gnawed at Theodore''s mind as he lay in bed that night, staring at the cracked ceiling of the dorm room he shared with Cai.

    Cai sat at the desk nearby, scribbling notes in frustration. He finally turned to Theodore. "I''ve been stalking Mr. Smith all week," Cai whispered, his voice barely audible. "Nothing suspicious. He just does his rounds, inspecting the villagers'' houses or hiding in his office."

    Theodore didn''t respond, his crimson eyes fixed on the ceiling.

    The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.His frustration simmered beneath the surface, clawing at him. I''m wasting time, he thought bitterly. Every lead was a dead end, every idea met with failure. He gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles white as he silently berated himself.

    He couldn''t even use his shadow magic¡ªPrincipal Roman''s watchful eyes wouldn''t allow it. He had promised himself to grow stronger independently, but he was beginning to feel that same suffocating helplessness he had known in his past life.

    "I''m still too weak," he muttered under his breath. "Still pathetic¡­ still miserable." His nails dug into his palms, blood pooling from the pressure.

    Cai, noticing Theodore''s state, approached cautiously. He placed a hand on Theodore''s shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, "you should take a break. Think about surviving for now."

    Theodore turned his head slightly, his lips twitching into a humorless smile.

    Then, unexpectedly, he started laughing¡ªa sharp, bitter laugh that sent a chill down Cai''s spine. "I get it now," Theodore said, lying back on the bed with a resigned expression.

    "This is psychological. Roman sent me here on purpose. He wants to show me what the world''s really like¡ªhow dangerous it can be. Outside these walls, it must be even worse than this village."

    Cai stared at him, confused by the sudden shift in tone.

    Theodore wiped his eyes and sat up, his expression hardening.

    "But that spirit¡ªthe mother''s cry¡ªshe''s not grieving anymore. She''s toying with us. Mocking us." His crimson eyes flared with anger. "And I swear, I''ll tear her to pieces."

    Theodore stood abruptly, grabbing his wooden sword. "I''m going outside," he announced.

    "What? Are you insane?" Cai grabbed his arm, his voice sharp with panic. "You shouldn''t do anything stupid! It''s already late!"

    Before Cai could argue further, the ghostly cry began again, louder and more piercing than ever before.

    It was as if the air itself trembled with the sound. Theodore''s crimson eyes gleamed with fury as he pushed Cai aside and ran for the door.

    Cai tried to hold him back, but Theodore was stronger. He threw the door open and bolted down the stairs, his wooden sword gripped tightly in his hand.

    Outside, chaos had erupted. Mr. June was sprinting across the courtyard, his face twisted with rage and desperation. Theodore couldn''t help but find it almost comical¡ªhis anger barely masking the fear he was trying so hard to suppress.

    A few other students had followed Mr. June, including Miss Lidia and Miss Dalia, both looking terrified but determined.

    "Mr. June, wait!" Miss Lidia called, but the man didn''t slow down.

    Miss Lidia, in her haste, bumped straight into him when he suddenly stopped, rubbing her nose and shouting, "Watch where you''re going!" But Mr. June didn''t respond.

    His entire body trembled as he raised a shaking hand to point ahead.

    Everyone followed his gaze.

    And then they saw her.

    The spirit.

 Desperate escape

    The night was thick with tension, the air alive with the weight of dread.

    After a month of relentless cries echoing through the cursed village, the ghostly woman appeared once more.

    This time, her terrifying presence was undeniable. Her towering figure loomed in the pale moonlight, black hair clinging to her disfigured face. The students froze, trembling as they clutched at one another, fear rippling through the group like a wave.

    Mr. June stood at the front, his body shaking with terror.

    His usual composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a pale, sweat-drenched face. With trembling hands, he slapped himself, trying to focus.

    "Enough of this!" he muttered, summoning a ball of fire in his palm.

    He hurled the magic at the spirit.

    The flame soared toward her, illuminating her monstrous grin¡ªbut just as it was about to hit, she raised her clawed hand. A shimmering black barrier materialized, absorbing the fireball with ease.

    Mr. June''s face twisted in horror as the spirit began mumbling, her cracked voice like shattered glass.

    "Give me my child¡­"

    Her voice sent shivers down Theodore''s spine, but he didn''t flinch.

    Through his shadow power, he could understand her words clearly, though he chose to stay silent. The others couldn''t hear her meaning, but the malice in her tone was unmistakable.

    Before anyone could react, the ghost charged forward, moving with a speed that defied logic.

    Her claws gleamed in the moonlight as she swiped at Mr. June. The blow was devastating¡ªhe was sent flying across the courtyard, crashing into the ground with a sickening thud. His body went limp, unconscious from the impact.

    "Mr. June!" Miss Lidia shouted, activating her golden aura. She unsheathed her blade and lunged at the ghost, her strikes swift and precise.

    The two clashed in a deadly exchange of blows¡ªsteel against claws, golden light against dark energy.

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    The students, panicked and disoriented, bolted for the dormitory.

    Theodore hesitated, his mind racing. What''s the point of this mission? Were we sent here to fight her or just to survive?

    Before he could decide, Vincent scooped him up like a doll. "We''re leaving!" he barked. Faith, Vincent''s fianc¨¦e, followed close behind, her red hair glinting in the moonlight as she cast a light spell to illuminate their path.

    They darted toward a hidden passage through the manor.

    Theodore, irritated but resigned, stayed quiet. Running is pointless. She''ll hunt us anyway, he thought, scowling.

    The three of them reached a secluded section of the manor''s basement. Dust and cobwebs clung to the ancient walls, and the sound of their heavy breathing filled the narrow space.

    Vincent unsheathed his sword, readying it as they crouched in the shadows.

    "This is ridiculous," Theodore muttered, glaring at Vincent. "I don''t need your protection."

    Vincent turned to him, his face flushed with anger.

    "Why can''t you just accept that I''m trying to help? I''m doing this for us¡ªto make things right between us!"

    Theodore stared at him, bewildered. "What are you even talking about?"

    Before Vincent could answer, his voice echoed off the walls, the sound carrying far too loudly. Theodore''s eyes widened. You idiot.

    The door burst open, and the ghost''s massive form filled the doorway, her glowing eyes blazing with fury. Faith reacted instantly, casting a blinding flash of light. The ghost shrieked, staggering back as her claws swiped wildly in the air.

    "Run!" Faith yelled.

    The three bolted from their hiding spot, but the ghost recovered quickly, her speed inhuman. Her claws raked the walls as she chased them, her wails echoing like a nightmarish symphony.

    She was too fast. Just as her claws reached for Vincent, who was carrying Theodore, the young prince shouted, "Leave me! Take Faith and go!"

    "Are you crazy?!" Vincent snapped, refusing to let him go.

    The ghost lunged, snatching Faith in one swift motion. She let out a scream as her ankle twisted beneath her, leaving her unable to fight back.

    "Faith!" Vincent shouted, setting Theodore down and rushing back toward her.

    Theodore''s crimson eyes glowed with determination. This is my chance, he thought, summoning his aura. Red energy crackled around him, fierce and wild.

    Vincent froze mid-step, stunned. "You''re an aura user?"

    Theodore didn''t answer. Instead, he charged at the ghost with his wooden sword, his aura flaring brighter. Images from countless books and memories surged through his mind, techniques he had never practiced but somehow knew. A smile tugged at his lips as he whispered, "Finally."

    He channeled fire energy into his blade, flames roaring to life along its edge. With a sharp swing, he unleashed a technique he''d read about but never dared to use: Burning Slash.

    The fiery blade struck the ghost''s arm, the flames searing her flesh as the impact sent her reeling.

    She let out an ear-piercing scream and retreated, vanishing into the shadows.

    Vincent stared at Theodore in disbelief. "You¡­ You''ve been hiding this the whole time? Who taught you that?"

    Theodore shrugged, lying effortlessly. "A strange man on the street."

    Vincent frowned, clearly unconvinced, but he didn''t press further. Instead, he hoisted Faith onto his back, her ankle swollen from the sprain. "I''m proud of you," Vincent said softly.

    Theodore didn''t respond, his thoughts already racing. She''ll be back. This isn''t over.

 Betrayal and secret of lullaby

    Theodore stared at Vincent, his cousin.

    "Go back upstairs," he ordered, his voice calm but resolute. "I''ll call for help."

    Vincent hesitated, gripping Theodore''s shoulder.

    "You''re only ten years old . I''m fifteen. It''s my job to protect you Theo."

    Theodore''s expression hardened, and for a moment, Vincent simply hesitated and smiled. "Fine," he relented, turning away. "Don''t do anything stupid."

    Once Vincent disappeared with faith, Theodore sprinted outside the manor, where chaos reigned.

    The students huddled together, and the ghost''s haunting presence lingered in the air. Racing through the village streets, Theodore spotted Mr. Smith, the chief of the village.

    "Help!" Theodore cried, panting. "We need reinforcements. The ghost is attacking!"

    Mr. Smith''s face shifted from worry to grim determination. "Lead me to her," he said, grabbing his stick.

    With relief washing over him, Theodore led Mr. Smith back to the manor.

    But as they arrived, the ghost emerged from the shadows. Her arm, slashed earlier, had regenerated fully. She smiled wickedly, pointing a long, skeletal finger at Theodore.

    Theodore froze. He turned to Mr. Smith.

    "We need to capture her!"

    But Mr. Smith''s face twisted into amusement.

    "You''re quite the clever boy, Prince Theodore," he said, his tone mocking.

    Without warning, he swung his stick, striking Theodore''s head. Pain shot through him as the world spun. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

    Mr. Smith chuckled darkly, pushing Theodore''s limp body toward the ghost. "Here, take him. I''ve delivered what you wanted."

    The ghost smiled eerily, picking up Theodore like a child. With a final glare at Mr. Smith, she vanished into the forest.

    When the remaining students emerged from the manor, Mr. June heavily bandaged and leaning on Miss Lidia, they found the chief crying hysterically.

    "The ghost¡­ she took Prince Theodore!"

    Vincent''s heart sank. Rage replaced his fear as he grabbed the chief by the collar. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

    "Which way? Which way did she go?"

    "I¡­ I don''t know!" the chief wailed, his tears soaking Vincent''s hands.

    Vincent dropped him, collapsing to his knees.

    Faith knelt beside him, holding him tightly. "He sacrificed himself for us," Vincent muttered. "And I couldn''t stop him¡­"

    As the chief walked away, his sobbing stopped.

    A sinister grin spread across his face. His crocodile tears were gone, replaced by a gleeful expression.

    *****

    Theodore groggily regained consciousness, his head throbbing. He realized he was being carried through the forest. The ghost hummed a haunting lullaby, her cracked voice resonating with a sorrowful melody.

    Surprisingly, the song was soothing. Theodore felt warmth in the ghost''s voice, almost as if she were mourning something deeply personal.

    "Is this grief for her child?" he wondered, piecing together fragments of her sorrowful words.

    Though he was still weak, Theodore smirked inwardly.

    "The chief really thinks he outsmarted me," he thought. In truth, Theodore had let himself be captured. He needed to uncover the truth about the ghost, the missing children, and the sinister secrets of the village.

    After what felt like hours, they arrived at a desolate landscape. Dead trees surrounded a small, weathered wooden house. The air smelled of decay, and the soil crumbled beneath them.

    The ghost gently set Theodore on the ground. Her smile, unsettling and wide, never left her face. But Theodore had seen far scarier things in his life. He kept his composure, watching her carefully.

    To his surprise, the ghost entered the house and returned with a decayed wooden toy. She handed it to Theodore.

    "Play," she said, her voice cracking like brittle ice.

    Theodore hesitated, unsure of her intentions. Still, he forced himself to play along, pretending to inspect the toy. He didn''t want to provoke her.

    She smiled, crouching to hug him tightly. It was as if she mistook him for someone else¡ªa child she once loved. Theodore''s face flushed with embarrassment. He hated being treated like a child, especially given his mature soul.

    As they entered the house together, Theodore''s sharp eyes scanned the interior.

    He froze.

    In the center of the room stood a massive, gnarled tree. Embedded within its trunk were the faces of children¡ªtwisted in agony, their mouths frozen mid-scream. Their bodies were fused to the bark, like grotesque decorations.

    Theodore''s blood ran cold. "You shouldn''t try anything stupid," he warned the ghost, masking his fear.

    The ghost shook her head, her voice trembling.

    "You¡­ no sacrifice. You my child. You¡­ my Arthur."

    Theodore''s eyes narrowed. "Arthur? Your son?"

    It clicked.

    The first night he''d encountered her, she had muttered, "Me soon." She had been expecting him¡ªmistaking him for her child.

    "Where is Marvin?" Theodore asked, referring to his friend, another student who had gone missing.

    The ghost tilted her head. "Friend?"

    "Yes, he''s short, curly hair¡ª"

    "I didn''t take anyone," she said softly.

    Theodore frowned. "Then what did you mean when you whispered, ''Thanks for the food?''"

    Her smile softened. "It''s¡­ my way of saying¡­ I was happy to see you again."

    Theodore''s heart sank slightly. Her grief was genuine. But it only deepened his curiosity.

    What had driven her to become this monstrous figure?

    "Why are you like this?" he pressed.

    "What happened to you?"

    She hesitated. "To know truth¡­ you stay with me. Live here."

    Theodore shook his head. "That''s impossible. I have to go back. My family will be worried."

    Her expression darkened, and an immense black aura burst from her body, her killing intent suffocating. Theodore sighed, rubbing his temples.

    "Fine," he said. "I''ll stay¡­ for now. But you must tell me everything."

    The ghost''s aura faded instantly. She nodded, her eerie smile returning.

    As the ghost led him deeper into the house, Theodore''s mind raced. He needed to gather evidence, to uncover the truth about the ghost and the missing children. But more importantly, he had to expose the chief''s involvement.

    For now, he would play along. But when the time came, he would ensure justice was served.

    Theodore glanced at the ghost, who was humming again. Her song was hauntingly beautiful, but the crackling edge in her voice reminded him of the horrors she had inflicted.

    "This is only the beginning," Theodore thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I''ll bring this village to its knees if I have to."

 surviving the night of the mother cry den

    It had been hours since Theodore had arrived at the ghost woman''s decrepit house, and he was sitting at a dining table so consumed by dust and cobwebs that it was barely recognizable as furniture.

    The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the faint scuttling of insects could be heard in the corners.

    Theodore glanced around the filthy house, disgusted. Dirt covered every surface, and the room was suffocatingly dark, illuminated only by the eerie glow of the ghost woman''s aura. Still, he said nothing¡ªhe couldn''t risk angering her.

    The ghost floated silently into the room, carrying a chipped and grimy plate. On it, a trembling, alive rat struggled to escape.

    Theodore recoiled, pointing at the plate.

    "Am I¡­ am I supposed to eat this?"

    The ghost nodded, her grin widening as though she''d prepared a delicacy.

    Theodore felt bile rise in his throat as he glanced back at her face.

    She was smiling warmly, almost motherly, but the sight of her sharp, jagged teeth made his stomach churn.

    "I can''t eat something that''s still alive," he said hesitantly, forcing himself to sound polite.

    The ghost''s smile didn''t waver. Instead, she reached out with her long, razor-like claws and pierced the rat''s body. Its agonized squeals echoed through the room as Theodore watched, horrified. The rat''s death was slow and gruesome, and he had to look away when its eyes bulged before it finally went limp.

    When he dared to glance back, the ghost was slicing the rat''s body with her claws, its blood pooling on the cracked plate. She placed the raw pieces before Theodore and gestured toward it with exaggerated motions.

    "Eat¡­ eat," she said in her crackling, broken voice.

    Theodore froze, his heart pounding. The air around the ghost grew heavy and suffocating, her aura thick with killing intent. Her grin had disappeared, replaced with a cold glare.

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    He hesitated, trembling, and slowly picked up a piece of raw meat. Blood dripped from the chunk, and tiny fragments of bone poked through the flesh. His stomach twisted as he opened his mouth, gagging before he even took a bite.

    "Eat!" the ghost hissed, her voice sharp with impatience.

    Sweating and shaking, Theodore forced the meat into his mouth. The cold, slimy texture hit his tongue, and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He swallowed with tears in his eyes, his body trembling in revulsion.

    The ghost''s smile returned, as sharp and terrifying as ever. "Good," she said, clapping her hands like a mother praising her toddler.

    Theodore tried to speak.

    "I don''t think I can eat anymore¡­"

    But the ghost''s expression darkened. Her clawed hand slammed onto the table, and her aura became overwhelming again. "Eat it all," she ordered, her crackling voice laced with fury.

    Theodore clenched his fists. He could have ended this with his dark magic¡ªcould have fought back, escaped, and been done with it. But he didn''t.

    Instead, he thought of this as another test, another step in his training.

    "This is just another challenge," he told himself, forcing his trembling hands to pick up another piece.

    One by one, he consumed every raw, bloody chunk, gagging and nearly vomiting with each bite.

    When the plate was empty, the ghost clapped her hands again, her jagged smile wide with approval. She scooped Theodore up like a child and carried him to another room, much to his humiliation.

    The room was just as filthy as the rest of the house, filled with dusty toys and old, rotting clothes. Theodore realized this must have been her child''s room once.

    She placed him gently onto the bed and pulled a tattered sheet over him, her smile softening. For a brief moment, her aura seemed less threatening¡ªalmost calm. Then she turned and locked the door behind her, leaving Theodore alone.

    He sighed with relief, knowing he had survived his first night.

    *******

    It had been a week since Theodore''s disappearance, and the manor had fallen into chaos.

    Mr. June, their once-composed combat instructor, was a shadow of his former self. His hair was unkempt, his clothes wrinkled, and his eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights. He hadn''t rested in days, and the stress was taking its toll.

    Miss Lidia and Miss Dalia fared no better. The dark circles under their eyes betrayed their exhaustion, and their usual calm demeanor had long since cracked.

    The students, too, were at their breaking point. They argued constantly¡ªsome wanted to leave the cursed village and return to safety, while others insisted they stay and find Theodore and Marvin. Theodore''s status as the prince made the stakes even higher; if the king discovered his son was missing, it could spell disaster for everyone involved.

    Fear gripped the students. Some cried openly, while others clung to the hope that Theodore was still alive.

    Mr. June did his best to reassure them.

    "I''ll find Prince Theodore," he vowed. "Even if it costs me my life, I''ll bring him back."

    But everyone knew the truth. It was impossible.

    "Where''s Vincent?" Mr. June asked, glancing at the huddled group.

    One of the students shook their head.

    "He hasn''t left his room¡­ not since that day."

    Mr. June sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Even Faith?"

    "She tried," another student said softly.

    "But he won''t let her in either. He hasn''t eaten in six days."

    The instructor closed his eyes, his expression heavy with guilt. "He''s taking it hard," he murmured. "He and the prince are family, after all."

    With a deep breath, Mr. June resolved to continue his search. If no one else could find Theodore, he would. He only hoped it wasn''t too late.

 A week of motheréˆ¥æªš cry den

    It had been a week since Theodore arrived at the ghost woman''s house. He lay on the old, creaking bed, staring blankly at the cracked ceiling. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his once-vibrant demeanor had dulled. His nose, once repulsed by the constant stench of blood and dust, had grown accustomed to it.

    Theodore sighed deeply. His days blurred together in a monotonous cycle of eating, playing with decayed toys, and sleeping. And every night, without fail, he would wake to find the ghost staring at him while he slept, her unblinking eyes glowing faintly in the dark. The image of her looming figure sent shivers down his spine.

    "I just want this to end," he whispered to himself.

    Sitting up, he found himself wondering about the others. Were the teachers and students still searching for him? Did they even care? A bitter smile spread across his face. "Why would they?" he muttered. "I''m just the abandoned prince. No one cares about me."

    But the thought lingered longer than he wanted to admit.

    Suddenly, he heard the heavy footsteps of the ghost woman approaching. "She''s back," he muttered. Bracing himself, he sat up straighter.

    The ghost entered the room, her towering figure nearly scraping the doorframe. In one hand, she carried a cluster of tiny baby rabbits, their soft bodies trembling. In her other hand was the mother rabbit, struggling and breathing erratically.

    Theodore''s stomach sank.

    Is she really going to feed me those baby rabbits?

    The ghost placed the mother rabbit on the ground, pinning it down with her massive foot. Her clawed toes pressed into the floor, trapping the rabbit as it struggled to break free.

    Then, without hesitation, she grasped one of the baby rabbits in her long, spindly fingers and snapped its neck. The tiny creature''s squeal of pain pierced the silence. Theodore turned his head away, unable to watch as she killed each baby one by one.

    His eyes flicked to the mother rabbit, who was frantically trying to escape. Her eyes were wide with desperation as her children were slaughtered before her.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.

    A wave of disgust and sorrow hit Theodore. How could someone¡ªhuman or ghost¡ªbe so cruel? Didn''t she once have children of her own? How could she so easily take the lives of innocent creatures?

    Theodore''s expression must have betrayed his emotions because the ghost turned to him, tilting her head. She approached him, lifting him up as if he were a doll. Her cold, clawed hands cradled him like a baby. Humiliation burned in Theodore''s chest, but he forced himself to remain calm.

    The ghost carried him downstairs to the dining table, where she placed him in a chair and laid the six baby rabbits on a broken, dusty plate. Their lifeless bodies were motionless as she began slicing them up with her claws.

    Theodore''s stomach churned, but he showed no outward reaction. His ability to endure these horrors had grown over the past week. Each time he swallowed a bite of raw, bloody meat, he used the fire magic inside his body to burn it away. The food never actually reached his stomach raw, but the mental toll of eating it was undeniable.

    The ghost seemed pleased as she devoured the mother rabbit alive. The sickening crunch of bones echoed through the room as Theodore forced down his meal, his hands trembling with each bite.

    Finally, he couldn''t hold it in anymore. "Enough!" he snapped, slamming the plate down.

    The ghost paused, tilting her head. Her cracked voice broke the silence as she began to hum that same haunting lullaby.

    The ghost''s voice filled the room, soft yet fractured, as though the notes were tearing through her.

    "Oh my love, my little sunshine,

    Where did you go and leave me behind?

    I miss your smile, your laughter,

    The joy you brought to my weary mind.

    My heart feels like a shattered sea,

    Where each wave of grief crashes down upon me.

    My life is now like a sunless sky,

    Where hope and joy have said goodbye."

    Theodore froze, his anger forgotten as he listened. The sorrow in her voice felt almost human. It was as if, in her cracked and monstrous form, she carried the unbearable weight of grief.

    When the song ended, the ghost smiled down at him, her sharp teeth gleaming.

    "Let''s¡­ play¡­ a game," she said, her voice childlike yet chilling.

    "A game?" Theodore repeated, wary.

    "Like¡­ the old times," she said, patting his head.

    Theodore clenched his jaw. Old times? She still doesn''t realize I''m not her son. But he nodded. If playing along would get her to open up about the curse and the truth of the village, he would do it.

    "Fine," he said. "But I don''t want to play with those toys." He gestured toward the rusty, decayed pile. "Can''t we play something else?"

    The ghost tilted her head again, her grin widening unnaturally.

    "Then¡­ play¡­ hide-hide."

    Theodore blinked, confused. "Hide-hide?"

    "You¡­ hide. Me¡­ find."

    Realization dawned on him. Hide-and-seek.

    He nodded, thinking it was a simple game¡ªone that wouldn''t involve any grotesque horrors or raw meat. "Alright, let''s play," he said.

    The ghost''s smile stretched even wider as she led him outside, into the sprawling dead field surrounding her house. The air was thick with rot, and the twisted remains of plants clawed at the sky like skeletal hands.

    Theodore surveyed the field, spotting a few places where he could hide. This might actually be bearable.

    "You¡­ hide now," the ghost said, turning her back to him and closing her eyes. Her crackling voice began counting slowly. "One¡­ two¡­ three¡­"

    Theodore darted away, looking for a good hiding spot. As he crouched behind a crumbled stone wall, he felt a brief moment of calm.

    But then, he felt it.

    The air grew colder, heavy with malice. A dark, suffocating aura spread across the field like a wave. Theodore''s stomach tightened as he realized this wasn''t a simple game.

    This is going to be a nightmare.

 Hide and seek(I)

    The dead field was shrouded in a suffocating mist of dark energy, each tendril of malice wrapping around Theodore like a noose. The ghost lady''s voice, crackling and distorted, counted slowly.

    Each number she uttered seemed to pull the forest deeper into darkness.

    "4¡­ 5¡­ 6¡­"

    The sound of her voice was like nails on glass, and with every word, the trees twisted unnaturally, their branches clawing at the sky. Theodore''s heart raced as he watched in horror. Her body was changing. Her bones cracked loudly, her frame growing wider, her limbs multiplying until she had six grotesque arms.

    "Is this really a game for kids?" Theodore thought, his eyes wide with panic.

    He had assumed it would be a twisted version of hide-and-seek, but this was something far worse. This was a hunt. And he was the prey.

    Theodore sprinted into the forest, desperate to put distance between himself and the creature. The ground beneath him was cold and damp, his every step echoing faintly in the unnatural silence. Soon, he reached a fork in the path: one road to the left and one to the right.

    He didn''t hesitate. Theodore darted down the left path, hoping it might lead to the village and safety. But as he ran, the air grew colder, the trees became sparser, and the forest seemed to fold in on itself.

    When he stopped to catch his breath, he realized with growing dread that he was back where he had started.

    "What the hell?" he whispered, turning around.

    The ghost lady was still counting, her voice echoing eerily through the mist. She seemed to be enjoying herself, dragging out the countdown like a predator savoring its prey.

    Desperate, Theodore took the right path this time, sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him. The dirt beneath his feet turned into a swampy muck, slowing him down. His lungs burned as he pushed himself forward, clinging to the hope that this time he''d escape.

    But when he stopped again, he was right back where he had started.

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    Theodore''s stomach twisted as the ghost''s voice grew louder. She was nearing the end of her count. He needed to hide¡ªnow.

    His eyes scanned the forest frantically until he spotted a bush filled with raspberries. They seemed strangely out of place in the dead forest, vibrant and alive amidst the decay. Without thinking, Theodore dove into the bush, crouching low and pulling the thorny branches around him to conceal himself.

    The ghost lady reached ten.

    The forest seemed to tremble. The mist grew thicker, and a chilling breeze swept through the trees, scattering a murder of crows into the sky. Her voice, soft and venomous, whispered into the night, "Ready or not, here I come, my little Arthur."

    Theodore''s heart was pounding so loudly he was afraid it would give him away. He covered his mouth with his hands, trying to steady his breath.

    Why am I so afraid? he thought angrily.

    This wasn''t the first time Theodore had faced death. He had fought monstrous creatures in the temple of shadows, had been killed and resurrected countless times. But this¡­ this was different. The ghost''s aura was overwhelming, seeping into every corner of his mind. It was primal fear, the kind that couldn''t be rationalized.

    Suddenly, he heard her.

    She was crying softly, her sobs echoing through the forest. It was a sound that might have evoked pity in another context, but here it only made her presence more terrifying.

    The cries were interspersed with the sickening sound of trees being snapped and smashed as she tore through the forest in search of him.

    Theodore dared to peek through the bush. His breath hitched.

    Her monstrous form was now fully revealed. Her six elongated arms moved like serpents, tearing apart trees and uprooting bushes. Her twisted face, once eerily human, was now distorted with jagged teeth and hollow black eyes that seemed to glow faintly. She was massive, towering over the forest like a nightmare brought to life.

    Her malice was suffocating. Theodore felt as if he were drowning in it.

    Is this really just a game of hide-and-seek?

    The ground shook as the ghost slammed her massive body into a tree, searching for him. Theodore flinched, clutching the thorny bush tighter. He had never felt this helpless before.

    Theodore clenched his fists. He refused to let her win. He refused to let her reduce him to a trembling child.

    No! I won''t let her manipulate me emotionally!

    With a defiant smirk, he decided to end the game. He would summon his shadow magic and fight her. It didn''t matter how strong she was,he''d faced worse.

    Closing his eyes, Theodore focused on his connection to the shadows, summoning the dark power that had never failed him before.

    But as he reached for it, he felt¡­ nothing.

    Confused, he tried again.

    And again.

    Each attempt ended in failure. It was as if his magic was sealed, his connection to the shadows completely cut off.

    For the first time in his life, Theodore felt powerless.

    His hands trembled as realization dawned. He was trapped in her game, and he had no way to fight back. His smirk faltered, replaced by the creeping tendrils of panic.

    The ghost was closer now, her massive body casting a shadow over his hiding spot. Theodore held his breath, every muscle in his body tense.

    Her cracked voice echoed through the forest, playful yet dripping with malice.

    "Where are you, my little Arthur?"

    Her sobs turned to laughter, a bone-chilling sound that sent shivers down his spine. Theodore''s mind raced. He needed a plan. He couldn''t rely on his magic, and running would only bring him back to the same spot.

    For the first time in his life, Theodore felt true FEAR.

    The kind of fear that stripped away all pride and confidence, leaving only the raw instinct to survive.

    The bush shook slightly as the ghost''s massive clawed hand brushed past it. Theodore froze, his body stiff as a board. The only sound he could hear was his own heartbeat, thundering in his ears.

    The game wasn''t just hide-and-seek.

    It was survival.

    And right now, Theodore wasn''t sure if he could survive much longer.

 Hide and Seek(II)

    Theodore''s heart pounded violently as he crouched behind the bush, his breath ragged and unsteady. His panic was overwhelming, and he could feel his breath becoming louder,too loud.

    Realizing the mistake, he slapped himself hard across the face, forcing himself to focus.

    "Get a grip!" he muttered. "This is nothing. I''ve been eaten alive by goblins, for crying out loud."

    But a chilling thought crept into his mind, one that made his stomach twist. That was in the shadow temple. That old man always brought me back. This¡­ this is real. If she catches me, I''m dead.

    This was no trial, no cursed training ground with resurrection magic. He was in real life.

    His mind was a mess, torn between fear and anger. His hands trembled as he whispered to himself. "I can''t die like this. I won''t¡ª"

    A sharp snap of branches made him freeze.

    The ghost''s razor-sharp vision locked onto him, and her monstrous grin widened. Her six hands dug into the ground like a feral beast as she began crawling toward him, her speed unnatural, her jagged teeth glinting like shards of glass.

    Theodore rolled to the side just as her massive claws smashed through the bush he had been hiding in, shredding it to pieces.

    "Damn it!" he hissed, scrambling to his feet.

    He bolted into the forest, running as fast as his mana-enhanced legs could carry him. Behind him, the ghost jumped from tree to tree, her movements a terrifying blur. Theodore zigzagged through the woods, dodging her grasping claws and trying to slow her down.

    She''s toying with me, Theodore thought bitterly. Her speed was far beyond his, and he knew it.

    Desperate, he turned to magic. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a Frost Blast, sending shards of ice and freezing air toward her. The cold hit her squarely, but she shrugged it off as if it were nothing, nullifying the attack with her aura.

    Of course, Theodore thought, gritting his teeth. Just like she did with Mr. June''s fireball.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

    He tried again, creating an Ice Wall to block her path. She smashed through it effortlessly. He conjured a Stone Wall, and it fared no better. Finally, in desperation, he launched a Fire Blast, aiming for her eyes. She dodged it with a swift, unnatural movement, her grin widening at his futile attempts.

    Theodore''s mana reserves were draining quickly. He could feel the exhaustion creeping into his muscles, his legs heavy despite the amplification magic.

    Suddenly, his foot caught on a root, and he fell hard onto the ground.

    "Damn it!" he groaned, trying to push himself up, but it was too late.

    The ghost pounced, one of her massive claws piercing his left leg. Pain shot through his body, and he let out a scream of agony as blood pooled around him.

    She loomed over him, her monstrous face twisted into a gleeful grin as she listened to his cries. Theodore''s mind raced. Why? he thought desperately. Why is she trying to kill me? Didn''t she say I look like her child?

    As the pain threatened to overwhelm him, a desperate plan formed in his mind. It was reckless, but it was the only thing he could think of.

    "Mother!" he shouted, his voice trembling. "It''s me! Arthur!"

    The ghost froze, tilting her head as if trying to process his words. For a moment, Theodore thought it might have worked.

    But then she grabbed him with her massive hand and slammed his body into a nearby tree. The impact forced the air from his lungs, and he coughed up blood, tears streaming down his face.

    The ghost leaned in, opening her gaping mouth filled with rows of sharp teeth. Theodore''s heart sank. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the end.

    Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the suffocating tension.

    "My lord, why don''t you rely on me more?"

    Before Theodore could even process what was happening, an immense force sent the ghost flying. She crashed through several trees, her body slamming into the ground with enough force to crack the earth.

    Theodore blinked in shock as a figure emerged from the shadows. It was tall and regal, its movements elegant yet menacing.

    "Belial!" Theodore gasped, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and relief.

    Belial, his ever-loyal butler, knelt gracefully before Theodore, catching him just as he was about to collapse. His usually pristine white gloves were gone, and his shirt sleeve was torn.

    "My lord," Belial said softly, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "Forgive my delay. Let me take care of this¡­ mess."

    Theodore winced as Belial expertly tied a makeshift bandage around his wounded leg using a strip of his own sleeve.

    The pain was sharp, but Theodore couldn''t help but feel safe in the butler''s presence.

    The ghost lady rose slowly, her body twitching unnaturally as she glared at the intruder. Her monstrous face twisted in rage and pain.

    Belial''s aura flared. The air around him grew heavy, and a shockwave rippled through the forest, melting the frost and burning the trees. Theodore felt the immense pressure of Belial''s killing intent but realized he was shielded by a protective barrier.

    "You dare lay your filthy hands on my lord?" Belial''s voice was cold and sharp, carrying the weight of absolute authority. "Thank goodness I came in time. I wouldn''t want to lose him¡­ not again."

    Theodore''s eyes widened at the last words. Not again? he thought, confused. What did Belial mean?

    Before he could ask, Belial moved.

    In an instant, he was in front of the ghost, moving so fast that the ground cracked beneath him. His hand wrapped around her neck, his grip so tight that the ghost let out a strangled screech.

    She clawed at him with two of her arms while the others tried to push him away, but Belial dodged her attacks with inhuman precision. Their clash was violent and fast, shaking the entire forest.

    Trees splintered and fell as their battle intensified. The ghost''s malice was overwhelming, but Belial''s presence seemed to nullify it entirely. He moved with the grace of a predator, his every strike calculated and deadly.

    Theodore watched in awe and confusion. He had so many questions. How had Belial found him? What did he mean by "not again"? And most importantly, how was Belial so impossibly strong?

    For now, though, he pushed those questions aside. All that mattered was that he was still alive.

 The truth (I)

    The ghost woman''s growl reverberated through the forest, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. Her cry pierced the air like a wailing banshee, sending flocks of birds fleeing into the darkened sky. The trees trembled, their skeletal branches groaning under the weight of her malice.

    "Belial!" Theodore shouted, clutching his wounded leg.

    "Be careful! Her cries aren''t just for show they''ll sap your strength and flood your mind with fear!"

    Belial, standing firm amidst the onslaught of oppressive energy, turned to his young master and offered a faint, confident smile. "You worry too much, my lord. I''ll end this swiftly."

    The ghost woman let out a piercing shriek and lunged forward with terrifying speed, her six monstrous arms clawing through the air. But Belial was ready.

    With an eerie calm, he extended his hand, and a crimson light flared from his palm. A sinister sword, forged from dark energy, emerged fluidly from his flesh as though it had been part of him all along. Its blade shimmered with an unsettling glow, pulsating with a life of its own.

    Theodore''s eyes widened. How does he do that?

    Belial moved like a phantom, deflecting her attacks with ease. Her claws scraped against the blade, sending sparks flying into the darkness. With a single, fluid motion, he swung his sword and severed two of her left arms.

    The ghost let out a blood-curdling scream that shook the forest. Trees groaned and toppled under the sheer force of her anguish, and the ground cracked as her malice spread like an invisible wave.

    Undeterred, Belial stepped forward. His movements were calculated, almost effortless, as he dodged her wild attacks. With another precise strike, he severed her remaining two right arms. Black ichor sprayed across the forest floor as the ghost reeled back, howling in pain.

    But she wasn''t finished.

    Stomping her massive foot into the ground, she summoned a network of jagged wooden spikes. The roots of dead trees twisted and shot upward, aiming to impale Belial from every direction.

    Belial leaped into the air, dodging the deadly barrage. The wood followed him relentlessly, stretching and bending like living serpents. His crimson eyes narrowed as he twisted mid-air, his blade slicing through the spikes with precision.

    One particularly large spike surged toward him, but instead of dodging, Belial landed on it gracefully. Using the spike as a springboard, he propelled himself forward with blinding speed.

    "Enough," he muttered.

    His sword sliced through her neck in a single, fluid motion. Her head tumbled to the ground, rolling to a stop as her body crumpled like a broken marionette.

    Belial landed lightly, his sword dissipating back into his palm. He took a deep breath, smoothing out his disheveled sleeve as he approached Theodore.

    "It''s done," he said softly, kneeling beside his master to inspect the wound on his leg.

    For a brief moment, Theodore felt a flicker of hope. But that hope was short-lived.

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    "Belial!"

    Belial''s head snapped up at Theodore''s panicked yell. The young prince pointed with wide eyes at the ghost''s body.

    Black energy swirled around the headless corpse, pulling its pieces back together. Her severed arms regenerated, the ichor stitching itself back into flesh. Her head reattached with a sickening snap as her hollow eyes glared at them with newfound fury.

    Theodore felt his chest tighten.

    "She''s regenerating! Belial, behind you!"

    Before Belial could react, one of her elongated arms swung toward him with bone-crushing force. The blow connected, sending Belial hurtling through the forest. He smashed through several trees, the sound of cracking wood echoing like thunder.

    Theodore''s heart sank. "Belial¡­"

    Amidst the shattered trunks and scattered debris, Belial slowly rose to his feet. His once-tidy hair had come undone, falling over his face in wild strands. His crimson eyes glowed brighter than before, blazing with barely contained rage.

    Brushing his hair back with one hand, he straightened his posture. His aura shifted, becoming sharper and more dangerous. The air around him crackled with power, and the ground beneath him fractured with each step he took.

    The ghost woman snarled, charging at him like a beast. Her six arms clawed at the air as she formed a sword of pure black mana, its surface rippling with malice. The blade hissed as though alive, exuding a deadly energy that made the air heavy.

    Belial met her charge head-on, summoning his crimson sword once more. Their blades clashed with a deafening ring, sending shockwaves through the forest. The force of their battle uprooted trees and shattered the ground, each strike faster and more ferocious than the last.

    Theodore, watching from a distance, couldn''t believe what he was seeing. The ghost was far more skilled with a blade than he had anticipated, her attacks precise and relentless.

    But what worried him most was her regeneration. No matter how many times Belial struck her, her wounds healed almost instantly.

    This isn''t working, Theodore thought, his mind racing. His gaze drifted toward the house in the distance, and his stomach twisted. The tree.

    "The tree in her house," he muttered. "That''s where her power is coming from."

    A memory surfaced¡ªher panicked reaction whenever he got near the tree, her desperate attempts to keep him away. That tree is the key.

    "Belial!" Theodore shouted, forcing himself to stand despite the searing pain in his leg.

    "Go for the tree in her house! It''s the source of her power!"

    Belial glanced at him, nodding curtly. Without hesitation, he disengaged from the ghost and dashed toward the house.

    The ghost''s reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened, and a guttural growl escaped her throat. She abandoned the fight, lunging toward Theodore instead.

    "Belial!" Theodore yelled, panic rising in his chest.

    Belial reappeared in a flash, grabbing the ghost by the waist and restraining her. His voice was icy as he whispered into her ear, "My apologies miss for touching you without permission."

    She thrashed violently, her claws raking at him as she tried to break free, but Belial held her firm.

    "My lord," he called, his tone calm despite the chaos. "I''ll handle her. Go!"

    Summoning every ounce of strength, Theodore limped toward the house, his injured leg screaming in protest. He pushed open the creaking door and faced the massive, grotesque tree in the center of the room. Its trunk was covered in twisted faces, their mouths open in silent screams.

    Theodore drew a blade of mana and struck the tree with all his might, but the bark was unnaturally strong. His attacks left only faint scratches.

    "Damn it!" he shouted, slamming his fist against the tree. "Why won''t you cut?!"

    Suddenly, the tree began to glow. Its surface shifted, and Theodore felt himself being pulled toward it. Before he could react, the tree absorbed him completely.

    Theodore floated in a vast, pitch-black void, his body weightless. He looked around, his voice echoing into the emptiness. "What just happened? Where am I?"

    A soft, sorrowful voice spoke, seemingly from everywhere and nowhere. "Do you truly wish to know the truth?"

    Theodore turned sharply, but there was no one there. "Who''s there? Show yourself!"

    "I am the truth," the voice replied. "And I will show you my story. Perhaps then, you will set me and the children free."

    Before Theodore could respond, a blinding light engulfed him. He shielded his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself standing in a bustling village. The air was warm, filled with the laughter of children and the chatter of merchants.

    Theodore''s jaw dropped. The streets were alive with energy, the market stalls vibrant and colorful. People greeted one another warmly, their faces full of life.

    "This¡­ this is Daunt," Theodore murmured in disbelief. But it wasn''t the grim, cursed village he had come to know. This was Daunt as it must have been hundreds of years ago.

    His heart ached as he took in the scene. "That sad, lifeless village was once like this¡­"

    He walked through the streets, calling out to the villagers, but they ignored him. No one could see or hear him. It was as if he were a ghost.

    "This must be an illusion," Theodore realized, his hands balling into fists. "The tree¡­ it''s showing me something."

    As he wandered, a sense of unease crept over him. The joy in the village felt almost too perfect, like the calm before a storm.

    And then he saw her.

    The ghost woman, standing in the middle of the square.

    But she wasn''t monstrous. She was beautiful, with warm eyes and a gentle smile. Children played around her, and she laughed softly, radiating kindness.

    Theodore''s heart sank. "She¡­ she was human once."

    The scene before him began to blur, shifting as the voice returned. "Look closely, and you will understand why this curse exists."

    As the world around him twisted and changed, Theodore braced himself for the truth.

 The truth(II):Love&Lost

    Theodore watched the memory unfold before him, captivated by the sight of the ghost''s once-human form. She was beautiful.

    Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, framing her pale skin and strikingly red lips. Her dark eyes were calm yet fierce, holding a depth that hinted at a life lived with purpose.

    Yet it wasn''t her beauty that stood out to Theodore. It was her hands.

    They were rough and calloused, scarred from countless battles, and her arms bore faint marks that told stories of hardship and violence.

    Theodore couldn''t help but wonder. Was she a warrior? A mercenary?

    As he floated, unseen, the scene shifted. The ghost,now a woman named Anita, he learned,stood at the edge of the village, her hands resting on her swollen belly. She was heavily pregnant, her form illuminated by the golden hues of the setting sun.

    The children of the village laughed and played around her, and Anita smiled warmly.

    "I hope my little one grows up and plays with all of you," she said, her voice soft and filled with hope.

    Theodore felt a pang of sadness in his chest. She had a family, he thought, his heart heavy.

    Just then, a man appeared in the distance, carrying a pile of wood on his back. He looked plain, with glasses and bright orange hair, but his face lit up with warmth when he saw her. Dropping the wood, he sprinted toward Anita.

    "Anita!" he called, his voice filled with joy.

    She turned and smiled, wrapping her arms around him as he reached her.

    "Evan," she said, her voice soft with affection.

    He kissed her forehead tenderly, his hands resting protectively on her shoulders. Theodore could see it in their embrace,these two were deeply in love.

    The strange, disembodied voice began to speak again, soft yet laced with sorrow. "As you can see, Anita was once a beautiful woman with a kind heart.

    But I know you have questions¡­ Why the scars? Why the calluses? Let me show you."

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    The scene glitched, and the warm, peaceful village faded away, replaced by a blood-soaked battlefield.

    Anita stood in the center of the battlefield, clad in armor. Her dark hair was tied back, her eyes sharp and unwavering. Around her, soldiers clashed violently, their cries of pain and rage echoing across the field.

    Theodore floated above, watching in awe as Anita fought. Her movements were precise and lethal, her blade cutting through enemies with the skill of a seasoned warrior.

    The voice continued, calm yet tinged with admiration. "Anita was born an orphan. With no family to protect her, she grew up hunting monsters to survive. Men mocked her, ridiculed her for trying to step into a world dominated by them. But she didn''t care. She refused to let their scorn define her."

    The scene shifted again, showing Anita standing tall among a group of armored knights.

    "Through sheer will and unmatched skill, Anita became a warrior like no other. She rose through the ranks, earning the title of Commander in the Lawrence Territory, the only woman to ever hold such a position. She was the first woman to achieve the rank of seven-star warrior, a feat that even seasoned men could not accomplish."

    Theodore''s eyes widened in shock. That explains how she could fight Belial so well, he thought.

    The voice grew heavier with emotion as it continued. "Anita''s mastery of magic made her unstoppable. Her wood magic was so advanced she could manipulate entire forests to her will. But it was her sound magic that made her a legend. With a single scream, she could instill fear in thousands, breaking the spirits of her enemies. Because of her, the Lawrence Territory won six consecutive wars. She even helped the Dominick Kingdom, your great-great-grandfather''s kingdom, secure its borders."

    Theodore''s heart ached as he realized just how extraordinary Anita had been. She wasn''t just strong,she was brilliant, determined, and selfless.

    The scene shifted again, this time back to the village. Anita had removed her armor, her once-fierce eyes softening as she stood beside Evan.

    "Anita was perfect," the voice said. "Too perfect. The king himself wanted her to marry his son, to make her the future queen of the Dominick Kingdom. But Anita refused. She didn''t want power or titles. She wanted freedom, and she wanted love. That''s when she met Evan Freeman."

    Theodore watched as Evan gently placed a flower crown on Anita''s head, both of them laughing. The scene felt so peaceful, so fragile.

    "Evan was a farmer in Daunt," the voice explained. "A humble man who studied potions to help his village. He wanted to create medicine so no one in Daunt would ever suffer from illness again. Despite being a commoner, he was kind, brilliant, and deeply in love with Anita."

    Theodore could feel the love between them radiating from the memory. They were happy, he thought, his chest tightening. They didn''t need anything else.

    The voice continued.

    "Anita fell in love with Evan. She gave up her titles, her power, and her position to live a peaceful life in Daunt. They married and moved into a wooden house deep in the forest. Together, they built a life of joy. Evan grew fruits and vegetables, and Anita protected the village from monsters. Their home was surrounded by flowers and raspberry bushes¡ªEvan''s favorite."

    Theodore''s thoughts drifted to the raspberry bushes he had hidden in. "That''s why those bushes are still alive," he murmured. "Even in this cursed forest, they remain fresh¡­"

    The memory lingered on the image of Anita and Evan tending to their garden, their laughter echoing in the warm sunlight. But as Theodore watched, a heavy sense of dread settled over him.

    "This can''t last," he whispered.

    The voice replied, its tone now somber. "No, it couldn''t. Happiness like theirs rarely lasts in a world as cruel as ours. And it was their love, their joy, that set the stage for the tragedy to come."

    The scene began to fade, the warm light of the memory giving way to cold darkness. Theodore clenched his fists. He didn''t know what had happened yet, but he could feel it,the weight of the sorrow that was about to be revealed.

    "Anita''s life, her happiness, was taken from her," the voice said. "And in her grief, she became what you see now. A monster. A ghost of who she once was."

    Theodore''s heart sank. "What happened to them?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

    "Do you truly wish to know?" the voice asked.

    "Yes," Theodore replied, his voice firm despite the ache in his chest. "Show me everything."

    The light returned, but this time it was colder, harsher. Theodore braced himself, knowing that the truth would shatter the beautiful image of the life Anita and Evan had built.

 The truth(III):The widow grief

    The scenery shifted again, flickering as if the memory itself struggled to hold together. Theodore now found himself standing outside Anita''s wooden house. From within, he could hear her agonized screams echoing through the walls as she gave birth. Outside, Evan paced back and forth, worry etched across his plain but kind face.

    "This was the day Anita''s son, Arthur, was born," the voice explained softly.

    Theodore watched, unable to look away, as the door swung open, and a midwife stepped out, her hands trembling with exhaustion but a smile lighting her face. "It''s a boy," she announced.

    Evan rushed inside, and the scene followed. Anita lay on the bed, pale and drenched in sweat, but glowing with happiness. In her arms, she cradled a tiny baby boy with tufts of orange hair and dark, piercing eyes.

    "Arthur," she whispered. "His name is Arthur."

    The scene softened into a blur of laughter and celebration. The entire village gathered to rejoice, cheering for the boy who bore the strength of his mother and the gentleness of his father.

    "For a time, they were happy," the voice said.

    "The village adored Evan for his potions, which healed their ailments and made their lives easier. Anita was respected, and their family thrived. But happiness¡­ happiness never lasts forever."

    The scene flickered again, and Theodore now saw Evan standing proudly in the village square, holding a vial of shimmering blue liquid.

    "This potion will replenish mana," Evan announced, his excitement infectious. "Imagine how many lives it will save. I plan to present it to the king himself. It could make our village prosperous beyond imagination."

    The villagers clapped and cheered, but Theodore noticed the jealousy simmering in the eyes of the chief and a few others.

    The memory fast-forwarded to that night. Evan sat at the dinner table with Anita and Arthur, his face lit with hope. But as he lifted his fork, his body suddenly convulsed.

    Anita screamed as Evan collapsed, foaming at the mouth. The light left his eyes before she could even reach him.

    Theodore clenched his fists as the voice explained, "The village chief, jealous of Evan''s discovery, poisoned him. They didn''t want him to prosper¡ªthey wanted his brilliance for themselves."Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.

    The scene shifted to Evan''s burial. Anita, dressed in black, stood alone in the rain, clutching Arthur tightly to her chest. The villagers mourned, but Theodore could see their crocodile tears. They weren''t grieving Evan; they were scheming.

    Weeks passed in the memory, and Anita found herself increasingly isolated. The chief visited her often, demanding that she hand over the farm and the book of notes Evan had left behind. Each time, Anita refused.

    "She fought them off," the voice said. "Her skills as a warrior kept her alive. But they didn''t stop."

    Years passed, and Anita struggled to keep the farm running while raising Arthur. But Arthur fell sick, his small body ravaged by scabies. His skin was covered in red, inflamed spots, and his fever burned relentlessly.

    Anita scoured her late husband''s journals for a cure, desperately trying to create medicine from the plants she could find. She managed to ease his pain, but the illness lingered.

    "The villagers turned their backs on her," the voice continued. "The chief ordered them to pretend she didn''t exist. She couldn''t buy supplies, couldn''t seek help. She was alone, caring for her sick child, clinging to the hope that she could save him."

    The scene shifted again, now darker and colder. A man in a tattered black cloak stood in the chief''s home, his hands glowing with dark magic.

    "If you want wealth and prosperity," the man said, his voice like a hiss, "you must give me the body of a child. The soil needs a sacrifice."

    Theodore''s stomach churned as he watched the chief and the villagers conspire. The dark mage''s conditions were clear: the child had to be innocent, untainted by the world. Anita''s son, Arthur, became their target.

    The memory fast-forwarded to the day of the betrayal. Anita had gone to the market, leaving Arthur at home to rest. The villagers stormed her house, taking the sickly boy.

    Theodore watched in horror as they force-fed Arthur poisoned food. The boy, too hungry and weak to resist, ate it and collapsed. His small body went limp, lifeless.

    When Anita returned, she found the villagers gathered in the square. Her heart broke as she saw her son''s lifeless body in the chief''s hands.

    "No¡­ NO!" she screamed, dropping to her knees. She charged at them, her sword drawn, but the men overpowered her. They held her down, forcing her to watch as the dark mage used Arthur''s body for the ritual.

    The soil turned black as Arthur''s body was buried beneath it. The mage chanted, and the land began to thrive. Crops grew unnaturally fast, the fields becoming lush and fertile. The villagers cheered, their greed blinding them to the horror they had just committed.

    Anita''s screams echoed through the village as she was dragged away.

    The memory shifted again. Anita stood in the middle of the forest, her face streaked with tears. Her hands trembled as she held a knife to her throat.

    "I curse this village," she whispered. "I curse it for what you did to my son. I will haunt you for generations. You will never know peace."

    With a final scream of anguish, she slit her throat, collapsing to the ground. Blood pooled beneath her as her life faded away.

    But it didn''t end there.

    The dark mage and the chief found her body, performing a ritual to bind her spirit. They twisted her grief and rage into a weapon, transforming her into the monstrous ghost she had become.

    She awoke, her mind clouded with malice, her humanity stripped away. Her first act was to claim the children of the village, fusing their bodies into the cursed tree that now stood in her home.

    "The village prospered," the voice said, trembling with emotion. "But it came at the cost of countless lives. And Anita¡­ Anita became the monster they feared, all while serving the very people who destroyed her."

    The memory faded, leaving Theodore standing in a pitch-black void. A figure emerged beside him¡ªa woman with long dark hair and tear-filled eyes.

    "So, you''re Anita," Theodore said softly.

    She turned to him, her face pained but resolute. "You''ve seen everything," she said.

    "You know the truth. Please¡­ free my soul. Free the children I''ve killed. Burn the tree."

    Theodore hesitated, the weight of her story pressing down on him. "If I burn the tree," he said slowly, "what will happen to you?"

    Anita smiled sadly. "I will finally be at peace."