Chapter 1: The Silva Family's Secret
The Silva estate loomed like a monument of pride — gleaming marble towers, mana lamps flickering with sapphire light, and banners embroidered with the crest of their noble line. To the outside world, it was a house of unmatched prestige. To Lucian Silva, it was a prison gilded in silver.
"Again," Solid Silva's voice cut through the training yard like a whip. The water sphere he held burst into a misty spiral that splashed harmlessly against the ground. "Come on, little brother. Show me something. Anything."
Lucian, drenched from the repeated mockery of his brother's magic, stood quietly. His palms trembled, but not from fear — from frustration. The mana inside him surged, wild and unshaped, like a sea without a shore.
"I… can't," he muttered, staring down at his hands. There was no visible glow, no aura, no sign of magic.
"Can't, or won't?" Nebra's laughter rang out from the terrace above. "Face it, Lucian. Maybe Mother gave all her talent to us."
Lucian's chest tightened. He'd heard it all before — "defective," "useless," "shameful." The Silva name was synonymous with perfection, but he was the glitch in that lineage. Only their mother, Acier Silva, ever defended him. But she was gone now — her illness having taken her years before. Without her, Lucian was defenseless against their scorn.
He turned toward the manor, the afternoon sun catching the streaks of silver in his hair. His reflection on the training yard's water surface looked fragile, almost ghostly.
"I'll figure it out," he said quietly. "Even if you won't help me."
Solid scoffed, raising a finger. A whip of water lashed out — only to stop midair. A faint ripple pulsed around Lucian, distorting space for just a second before everything snapped back to normal.
The silence that followed was deafening.
"…What was that?" Solid demanded, lowering his arm. The air had shimmered, but no one could quite tell why.
Lucian didn't know either. All he felt was that strange, endless energy inside him — something that refused to obey normal magic laws.
That night, he climbed the tower library — forbidden territory for the younger Silvas. Dusty grimoires floated gently in the air, reacting faintly to his mana as he passed. His hand brushed over hundreds of tomes — all water magic, all elegant and flowing — until one stopped him.
It was black.
Completely black, with no title or crest. When he touched it, the air grew still.
The grimoire opened.
For a heartbeat, the pages were blank. But then, faint letters shimmered across the surface, shifting constantly — fire, wind, water, lightning, then vanishing entirely. It was as if the book itself couldn't decide what kind of magic it held.
Lucian's eyes widened. "What… are you?"
A soft voice echoed in his head, ancient and resonant, like the whisper of mana itself.
You are the beginning and the end. All and none. Omni Magic awakens.
The moment the voice faded, the grimoire's pages glowed with a light that filled the entire tower.
When it was over, Lucian collapsed to his knees, breathing hard. The book floated before him, still blank to the naked eye — but he could feel it. The infinite possibilities. Every element. Every form.
His magic had finally spoken.
The next morning, word spread quickly. A servant had seen the flash of light. Solid and Nebra mocked him, claiming he'd only found a defective grimoire. Even their eldest brother Nozel said nothing, though Lucian caught the faintest flicker of uncertainty in his gaze.
Still, Lucian didn't care. For the first time, he felt complete.
Days turned into weeks. He trained in secret, experimenting with his new power — shifting flames into ice, bending light into shadow. But Omni Magic was not easy. Every element required perfect balance, and the more he tried, the more chaotic it became. The magic inside him constantly threatened to overwhelm his body.
He would have collapsed entirely if not for a single, desperate thought: I'll prove them wrong. I'll show them who I really am.
So when the notice arrived — the Magic Knights Entrance Exam, open to all — Lucian knew his path was set.
He stood before the Silva manor one last time, suitcase in hand, grimoire at his side. The sun rose over the horizon, bathing his silver hair in gold.
Behind him, Nebra's voice carried across the courtyard. "Running away to join the commoners, little brother? How pathetic."
Lucian smiled softly, not even turning around. "No. I'm not running away. I'm going to find a place where people see me for who I am."
And with that, he walked away from the estate — from the legacy that never accepted him — toward a new destiny that waited beyond the horizon.
A place of chaos, warmth, and unlikely family.
A place called the Black Bulls.