My consciousness was blurry, my vision slightly hazy.
It was almost as if I was being rocked by the waves.
I slowly looked around, but I was engulfed in a world wrapped in endless darkness.
âThe idea of polishing a raw gemstone is understandable.â
âEhâŠ?â
I heard a voice.
So, I turned towards the direction of the voice, but⊠thereâs no one there.
âBut what if itâs a unique gemstone that already shines with unparalleled brilliance?â
ââŠNo, what are you talking about? And who really areâââ
And then, he was there, calmly present.
Seated on a pure white throne with a unique atmosphere, enhanced by the bright red carpet, wasâââLuke Wizaria Gilbert.â
ââŠHuh?â
He looked at me with a bored expression, resting his cheek in his hand.
Naturally, I couldnât make heads or tails of this situation.
My mind was bubbling with questions like foam.
Yet, he continued talking as if my confusion didnât matter.
âThere was even a possibility that I could be feared as a âmonsterâ. Thatâs what it means for âmeâ to make an effort. The weak try to reject what they canât understand.ââAnd this world is run by the hands of the weak. Just because they are the majority.â
ââŠâ
My heart was still in turmoil, a tumult of emotions swirling within.
Yet, strangely, I found myself listening intently.
I couldnât help but lend my ear.
âKuku⊠But then something interesting happened. Your âimperfectionâ began to exert a significant influence, becoming a charm of its own among those around you.â
I rubbed my eyes, repeatedly grappling with the reality before me.
No matter how much I confirmed, the conclusion was the same: this is the real âLuke.â
I couldnât quite put it into words, but I was certain.
And yet⊠whatâs this strange sense of discomfortâŠ?
âTo become a truly perfect being, it seems even a thread of imperfection was necessary. Itâs indeed contradictory, but⊠the world is cleverly designed.â
ââŠâ
I couldnât interject.
There was an indescribable, oppressive aura that brooked no argument.
âWell, regardless, what I need to do doesnât change. I just need to show that I am the one who should stand at the apex.ââOr rather, âweâ are?â
§
ââŠâ
When I open my eyes, I see a familiar ceiling.
A sensation of my consciousness and body not quite connecting properly.
However, I vividly remember âLukeâ from my dream. And for some reason, I suddenly understood the nature of the discomfort I felt in the dream.
It was his eyes. Itâs unclear why, but it felt like I wasnât being looked down upon.
This contradicts the image I had of him.
ââŠJust a dream, after all.â
âAra? What kind of dream did you have?â
Half of my mind is still far from awake, but I slowly sit up. The reason being she was sitting there, calmly as ever.
âAlice⊠Well, never mind.â
I no longer feel anger about her entering my room uninvited. All I have is a sigh of resignation, thinking ânot again.â
I was about to send Alice out so I could get ready, but then something came to mind.
âHey, you were going to use poison magic if I had been late that day, werenât you?â
She had committed the blunder of using magic at a party attended by many influential nobles.
âYes. That woman deserved to die for what she did.â
ââŠâ
However, the Alice in front of me shows no sign of remorse. Indeed, the incident was easily settled by Yolande, my father, and the influence of the Lonsdale family. But the problem was her attempt to use poison magic.
âYou still canât control poison magic, can you? There was a chance many could have died.â
Yes, Alice is not as adept with poison magic as she is with ice magic.
To be precise, she canât adjust its power. And whatâs worse, Alice herself cannot neutralize it.
âMia was there, so it wouldnât have happened.â
âThen why didnât you use it?â
ââŠWhy indeed.â
I donât press Alice further as she falters in her response. Iâm not that interested.
What concerns me more is⊠why that woman, the mastermind, is after my life.
ââŠSigh.â
Troubles never seem to end.
There would be no end if I started looking.ââBut, in reality, Iâm feeling quite good now.
I rise from the bed.
âWell, never mind. Iâm going to get ready, get out.â
âNo, I want to stay and watch.â
âI wonât say it twice.â
Because today is the day I head to the Empireââ.
§
A few days earlier.
In the study of Lukeâs father, Claude.
âPlease, Master! Allow me to accompany Luke-sama to the Empire! Please! Please!â
ââŠWell, I donât mind.â
âOh, thank you so muchâŠâ
ââŠâ
While watching Alfred, who is inexplicably teary-eyed, Claude thinks.
(Was he always like this�)
Something has been off about him since the Ice Dragon incident.
Or perhaps, Alfred was always emotionally unstable, and it just went unnoticed.
Claudeâs questions are endless.
Howeverââ
âTake care of Luke.â
âEven at the cost of my life.â
Some things never change.
Alfredâs eyes were the same as they were when he was known as the demon of the battlefield.