Secre Swallowtail

I was born into a noble family, destined for a life of luxury and privilege. But fate had other plans for me.

With my seemingly useless magic, I was relegated to the role of a royal servant to Prince Lemiel Silvamillion Clover.

Together, the prince and I worked tirelessly to create various magic tools, our days filled with experimentation and innovation.

Despite the monotony of our work, I found solace in the company of the kind-hearted prince.

One fateful day, I followed Prince Lemiel and his sister Tetia as they snuck out of the castle to visit the Elf Tribe. Little did I know that this excursion would change the course of our lives forever.

Princess Tetia, the gentle and kind-hearted sister of Prince Lemiel, had captured the heart of Licht, the noble and valiant leader of the Elf Tribe.

On princess Tetia and Licht's wedding day, chaos descended upon us. I heard prince Lemiel's desperate cries for help and rushed to his side, only to find him bound by dark magic.

With quick thinking, I unsealed the prince, and together we raced to the wedding venue.

But it was too late. The magic tool we had created had been used to commit unspeakable atrocities.

The elves lay slain, Tetia's life hanging by a thread, and Licht's grimoire corrupted into a twisted symbol of darkness—a five-leaf clover.

Despite the horrors unfolding before us, I focused on what I could do to help. I used my magic to heal princess Tetia, to ease her pain and mend her wounds. And when I saw that one of the twins was still alive, I did the same for him, sealing their injuries to buy them precious moments of life.

But my attention was soon drawn back to prince Lemiel, locked in a desperate battle against the monstrous Licht.

As Lemiel fought for our survival, I knew I had to act. With determination coursing through my veins, I seized the magic siphon and the magic stones, tools that held the key to our salvation.

Using the siphon, Lemiel absorbed the monster's magic, weakening Licht enough for him to deliver the final blow. But the victory came at a cost—the siphon shattered under the strain, its power expended in our hour of need.

And as Zagred, the dark entity behind it all, prepared to enact his twisted plans, I knew that I had to act swiftly to thwart his ambitions.

With the magic stones in hand, I channeled all of my strength and resolve into a desperate gambit. I sealed Zagred away, trapping him within his own malevolent prison.

In a final act of desperation, I used the stones once more to seal prince Lemiel within a statue atop the demon's skeleton, a silent sentinel guarding against the darkness that threatened to consume us all.

The forbidden magic I wielded exacted a toll upon my body, transforming me into something... otherworldly.

Two horns sprouted from my head, a stark reminder of the darkness that now dwelled within me.

As I stood amidst the wreckage of our once peaceful world, I knew that my sacrifice had been necessary.

But even as I embraced my new form as an anti-bird, I could not shake the weight of the guilt that weighed heavy upon my heart. For in my quest to save the ones I loved, I had become something... less than human.

Five centuries later, I felt a stirring in the air, a presence of mana unlike any I had sensed in centuries.

Curiosity piqued, I soared through the skies, my magic senses guiding me towards the source.

As I descended upon the broken ground, my eyes fell upon a young man, his form battered and bruised. Instinctively, I drew closer, my beak 'gently' nudging his face in an attempt to rouse him from his slumber.

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of piercing red eyes that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly intensity. In that moment, as our gazes locked, I sensed something familiar yet inexplicable within him.

Suddenly, their crimson glow startled me, emanating a primal, beastly intent. I retreated to a nearby branch, watching him cautiously.

As he got up, looking confused, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue. Following him discreetly, I discovered he was an orphan, living alone in his house.

Observing him closely over the passing days, I couldn't shake the feeling that he might be the source of the strange mana I had sensed. There was a similar essence about it, though not as pronounced.

Yet, as I watched his daily routine, he seemed to be training all day, wielding a kind of sword magic reminiscent of Licht's.

He reminded me of the gray-haired boy I had encountered in the village.

Following him to another village, I witnessed him battling bandits.

Though he caused some damage to the villagers' property, it seemed justified in the 'grand scheme of things'.

Yet, the manic look on his face during moments of exhaustion or intense combat unsettled me.

Today, after his usual training session, he began crafting something from a magic stick.

As he completed it, I observed the finished product—a peculiar broomstick. His craftsmanship was impressive, but I couldn't help but wonder if it was worth the considerable time and effort when he could have simply purchased one.

"What do you think, buddy? Impressed?"

And he seemed a little off in his mind. I mean, what did he expect, a bird to talk to him? Well, I can talk, but I'm not going to do that, for many reasons.

Seeing me not answer, he surged forward and took the strange broomstick, beginning to fly through the air with it. His smile, at first, was unlike his usual manic smirk, but rather a genuine expression of peace and joy.

He packed some stuff in a backpack and got ready for the training session with the magic beasts he had talked about. I flew and nestled into his pocket—I didn't have anything better to do currently.

So it's all right if I observe him and learn more about h... the strange mana!