Prologue 2 Strange Dreams ...

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The boy woke up with a scream.

"Oh, it was just a dream ..." The boy thought nervously.

The boy was sweaty as if he had run in his marathon, he was wearing a luxurious blue pajamas, his hair was black and his eyes were the same color. His facial features were frankly unique. They were so unique that anyone who saw them would immediately associate them with his family.

He lightly scratched the itch on his right hand before sitting up in bed.

He lately had been having a series of troubling dreams.

These dreams ... no, more like nightmares, they were unclear.

A headache hit him as he tried to remember ...

A castle in a mountain range, a Mansion in front of a huge marble statue, a unique painting at the end of an underground corridor, an empty display case ...

However, a dim, dark shadow of a humanoid form clouded the memories of him.

He couldn't tell if that person was looking at him or turning his back on him and that disturbed him in a worrying way ...

The itch in his right hand increased a little, making her look at his hand.

An expression of surprise assailed him at one point.

«This ... It can't be true .... It, it must be false .... A joke! It must be a joke from one of the maids »

Knock Knock knock.

"Good morning <Redacted>, did you sleep well?" A maid entered the room, she was dressed in a classic French maid outfit, her eyes were brown as well as her hair and her face was beautiful in a nutshell.

The boy quickly hid his right hand under the covers.

"E-Eleina, I, uh" He shifted nervously on the bed.

"Ara, ara, did something happen?"

"I .... I had a nightmare" The boy confessed ashamed.

At that moment the maid hugged him affectionately.

"E-Eleina ... I, I'm already 16." The boy's face revealed pure embarrassment.

At that moment Elinea gave him a small blow on the head, before continuing to hug him.

"How many times have I told you to call me mom when we are alone"

"But, M-M- Eleina I am the son of Marques Elenges, I can't just ..." Elenia gave the boy another slap.

"Honey, you are my son too, I was talking about it with Tom the other day and he agrees that you also call him by his name"

"Al Marques Elenges! Impossible"

<Redacted> Elenges was a very shy boy, he was the son of Marquis Tom Elenges and the maid Eleina Lepée. From a very young age he was educated in the art of the sword passed down from generation to generation by his family and all his education was done from home, as a result he had not spoken to anyone outside of his mansion.

"E-Eleina, you can stop hugging me now"

"No⁓ ♪ I refuse to move until you call me mom"

"Come on, M- Eleina I'm old for this kind of thing ..." The boy had turned red with embarrassment.

"If you don't call me mom there will be no dessert for you" The threat was so childish that anyone over 12 years old would not be affected by it.

"I ... no ..." Yet he was reeling about to give in.

"Let's go⁓ ♪" At that moment the maid started tickling her son.

"M-M-Mom, please stop!"

"You see, since it wasn't that difficult, come on, I'm going to get you dressed so you can come down for breakfast" At that moment Eleina hurried her son to get up so she could fix it.

But he refused while he hid himself between the sheets.

"Mom, I'm 16 now, I can dress myself" Eleina looked at him with a penetrating look before standing up and leaving the room.

"ah" Eleina paused at the door for a moment and turned to say one last thing to him before leaving the room. "Later I will send a maid to change the sheets on your bed" A mischievous smile appeared on the maid's face.

"N-It's not what you think!"

Eleina closed the door slowly with a malicious smile on her face.

The boy sighed when he saw his mother leave the room.

He looked at her hand again, and took a second glance at the sign that had appeared on her hand.

"This joke is in very bad taste" he told himself as he carved the emblem that had appeared on the back of his hand.

He went to the bathroom attached to the room and tried to wash the mark with soap and water, but no matter how hard I rubbed it, the emblem showed no sign of disappearing.

The more he saw it the more absurd it seemed to him, that emblem that looked like a black tattoo on his hand was too symmetrical to have been done by hand.

The emblem of the hero, is something that is taught together with the history of the empire, it is a symmetrical figure that represents an eye on which there is a semi-circle with four irregularities. Beneath this what appear to be three letters in an archaic language lie quietly.

According to how much legend this emblem will appear in the hand of the one chosen by the god of light in times of need, the hero will unite all peoples and races under a single banner, and lead an army to face the demon king and in the end , he will give face to the demon king ending his life.

He could only sigh at the thought of the hero of such legends. Ultimately, there was no way he was the hero, but he still got excited, a slight guilty hope born inside him.

He decided to hide the emblem for the time being.

He started to get dressed, in fact it took him a lot longer than he expected to get dressed despite what he had said.

His elegant navy blue outfit was too baggy for his taste but she didn't really dislike him, but he did find him a bit over the top to wear in his own home.

He put on a pair of black gloves that exposed his middle, index and thumb fingers. In this way he could better hide that emblem.

He left the room and headed for the dining room in a bit of a hurry.

"Good morning <Redacted>"

"Have a nice day sir <Redacted>"

The maids and butlers he encountered greeted him as he passed.

He returned the greeting with kindness, he was sincerely grateful to all of them for raising and caring for him throughout his 16 years.

Finally he got to the dining room, inside it a man who did not look more than 25 years old with black hair and black eyes was sitting inside, he had a slightly unkempt hairstyle and a charismatic mustache at best. He wore a dark green suit with gold decorations, he was certainly someone unique who would turn 47 in 3 months.

On the other side of the table and with a face of few friends, a 12-year-old girl with black hair and eyes was looking intensely at her newly arrived stepbrother, she was wearing a nice and fluffy dark pink dress full of ruffles, very marked dark circles and tangled hair seemed to be the norm in this family, the norm from which the boy ran away.

The boy took a seat and gave his family a bright smile.

Certainly, he was shining like a sun in comparison to his stepsister and his father, both of whom seemed to have a perpetual aura of apathy.

Marquis Tom Elenges looked into his firstborn's eyes for a few seconds before reporting.

"Eleina and I have decided to enroll you in the Gomobiroa academy" The boy was speechless.