There are countless relics left behind by the ancestors — recorded in books or carved into ancient stones.But among them, it is within those who possess power that the deepest traces of the world’s founders remain.
“Or at least… that’s what’s written in the books I often read.”
“Yinzu, can you help me, dear?”
“Yes, Mother! I’m coming.”
My name is Yinzu Glynne and this is my mom, Laura Glynne. I was born as the son of a woman who serves one of the noble families of the human kingdom.As far as I know, they bear the family name Skylark, and their middle names are divided into two — De for sons, and Le for daughters.
The head of this household often works outside the kingdom, leaving the servants — and the head butler — to manage the mansion’s affairs.
The children of this family all possess incredible abilities.But none of that matters if they lack—
Thud!
“Ugh… that hurts.”
“Hahaha, you poor brat. Didn’t I tell you already? Don’t show your face in front of me again.”
“I… I’m sorry.”
No matter how powerful you are, it’s useless without manners.
As I was being bullied, I heard my mother’s voice shouting from afar,
“Yinzu! What happened? Ah— young masters, please forgive my son if he’s done something wrong.”
“Hehe, whatever. Just make sure this peasant boy doesn’t show his filthy face in front of us again.”
“Yinzu, what did I tell you about keeping your distance from them? ”
Mother’s voice trembled as she wiped the dirt off my cheek. Her hands were rough and cracked from years of work, yet gentle — the kind of warmth that no magic could ever replicate.
“I’m sorry, Mother… I didn’t mean to upset them.”
She sighed deeply, her eyes filled with both worry and exhaustion. “Someday, they’ll understand… or maybe they never will. But you — you must learn to endure. You have something they don’t.”
Her words lingered in my mind. Something they don’t? I didn’t understand what she meant back then.
That night, as the candles flickered dimly in our small servant’s quarters, I stared at the ceiling. The laughter of the noble children still echoed faintly in my ears.
I clenched my fists. If this world was truly shaped by Mana and Aura, then why did those with “names” and “titles” decide who deserved to live with dignity?
The next morning, the mansion was unusually silent. Whispers filled the halls — the head of the family had returned. Every servant, including my mother and me, lined up near the entrance.
The heavy doors opened, revealing a tall man draped in silver and white robes, his presence colder than the marble floor beneath our feet. His gaze swept across the servants, stopping for a moment when he saw me.
For the briefest second, I felt something strange —a pressure that made it hard to breathe,and yet, deep inside, something responded.
A faint pulse. Like a heartbeat not my own.
He looked away, uninterested, and walked past us.But I knew… that feeling wasn’t just my imagination.
That was the first time I felt it —the power that shouldn’t exist within someone like me.
After the welcoming ceremony ended, all the servants returned to their rooms.Strangely, only my mother and I had our own private quarters — while the others shared rooms.
When I entered, she was preparing dinner.I stood quietly and called out to her.
“Mother.”
“Hm? Yes, what is it, Yinzu?”
“I want to ask you something.”
“Alright, what is it?”
“What… actually happened to my body?”
Mother froze. The sound of clattering utensils stopped, and for a moment, the room fell silent.
“Why do you ask? Did something happen?”
“I’m just… curious. It feels like there’s something strange inside me.”
She sighed softly, a hint of sorrow in her eyes.
“I suppose… I can’t keep it from you any longer.”
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with me?”
She walked over and placed her hands gently on my shoulders, her voice trembling.
“The truth is, you were born with an illness.”
“What…?”
“When you were born, the physician told me that you would never be able to contain or train your own power. Your Claim Seal… was completely open.”
“Claim Seal?”
“Yes. It’s the place within your heart — the vessel where your power is stored.”
“So… all this time, the thing that made me different from the noble children… was actually a disease?”
Mother didn’t answer. Tears silently streamed down her face.
“All this time, you gave me false hope. You told me I could surpass those who looked down on me!”
I shouted at her and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
“Yinzu… soon, you’ll understand the truth,” she whispered through her tears.
That night, I sat by the garden pond behind the mansion, staring blankly at the stars.
“Why does everyone make me suffer? Even Mother… lied to me.”
I wanted to be free — like those stars shining in the night sky.But now, that dream felt impossible.A person without power… could never be free.
As silence filled my thoughts, a memory resurfaced — the moment the head of the Skylark family looked at me earlier that day.My heartbeat had quickened, pounding violently in my chest.
Now, that same pain returned.I clutched my chest, gasping for air, when something caught my eye —a glass bottle floating gently on the pond’s surface.
Despite the pain, I reached out and grabbed it. Inside was a piece of paper.I unrolled it, revealing a messy handwritten note:
“Are you struggling to grow stronger?In this world, two opposing forces exist — Mana and Aura.
When both reside within the same body, the heart of the user may explode and kill them instantly.Each force is divided into nine levels: Mana through Circles, and Aura through Stars.
One Mana Circle equals one Aura Star.Even a single difference in level can create a vast gap in strength.
But there is one exception — Purity.In Mana, those with higher purity possess greater power, and the same applies to Aura.
So don’t just aim to increase your level.Choose the force that suits your body and mind, purify it through meditation…or, if you’re lucky enough, find an elixir.”
That was what the note said.
Who… wrote this?The handwriting was barely legible.
But…somehow, this might be the first clue —the key to understanding what’s wrong with me.