In the eastern part of the world, a glorious empire known as Rozarstar shone brightly in the daytime and sparkled beautifully under the night sky. Within this great empire thrived 53 noble families, each tasked with watching over and protecting the kingdom in their own unique ways. The Kanon family, renowned for its many exceptional individuals, had long been celebrated for their talents—until the youngest member, Ashura Kanon, came into the picture.
Ashura was often referred to as "defactus," a term that had come to symbolize his perceived laziness and wasted potential in the eyes of the kingdom. Excluded by not only his family but also the other 52 noble families, he lived in the shadows of their expectations. Yet, one figure remained devoted to him: Rozaria, the grandmother of the empress, who adored the boy despite the opinions swirling around him. This affection puzzled many.
One day, a door adorned with shimmering gemstones opened, revealing Ashura. He entered the room, his shy, joyful expression breaking the solemnity of the atmosphere.
"You sure take your time, little Kanon," said Rozaria with a knowing smile.
"My apologies, I encountered some trouble on my way here," Ashura replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rozaria's gaze darkened slightly, sensing the resentment brewing within. "It must have been the children from other families. They think their lineage grants them the right to bully those they deem unworthy."
Ashura shrugged, his features unfazed. "Let's not dwell on that; I'd rather discuss the Abyss instead."
"The late empress," he continued, worry etching his brow, "you know the movements of the Abyss have been unusual lately. The casualties are mounting, and I fear something dire is on the horizon."
"Indeed, I share your concern," Rozaria replied after taking a sip of her tea. "Yet the council dismisses it, labeling the casualties as just part of life."
Ashura's expression remained indifferent, almost resigned. "Naturally, that's their decision. After all, most of the casualties come from commoner areas. It seems only when they're directly affected will they take action."
A smile broke across Rozaria's face, as if she had just conceived a plan. "There are still ways to address this issue. I've prepared something for you."
Rising from her seat, she approached a beautifully crafted chest on her desk. With an air of anticipation, she opened it to reveal a set of robes from Hoxrarry, the illustrious School of the Arcane.
As Ashura gazed upon the garments, a sinking feeling enveloped him. He sensed trouble brewing on the horizon and felt the instinct to flee. Little did he know that this was the beginning of a journey that would test his character and unveil the true depths of his potential.