Chapter 4

It was the year 337, precisely the 20th of the third month of Elafe 337.

Jude Skylark, the third son of the Great Swordmaster Ciel Skylark was born.

'Another monster is born, another monster is born in the territory of Lark', people all over the continent chanted the birth of a new monster, a monster born from The Duke of Lark, who is remembered as one of the greatest swordsman to ever bless the Continent, and Lady Elgea Skylark.

Elgea was born a commoner, but she possessed great magical talent, and was scouted by the Headmaster at the Rea Academy, where the best of the best talents went to learn, and become the pillars of humans.

Elgea was so talented that she was soon adopted by the Headmaster and adopted the surname "Faia". At the age of 26 she was ready to become the next headmaster of the academy, a position that everybody envied, because at one point or the other, no matter your title, be it royalty or nobility, you have to bow your head and follow the lead of the Headmaster.

Yet she refused the role and married Ciel Skylark, who at the time wasn't even the heir to the dukedom, and already had a wife. Linton Faia, Elgea's father, although reluctant about his daughter marrying without his permission, he still gave her a blue seal that no one could ignore. Linton gave this to his daughter just in case something went wrong, at least she had the means to ask help from anyone, anywhere and anytime.

And just like that Jude was born, but contrary to everyone's expectations he never had any talent, be it for swords or magic.

When Jude was 6 years old he had started to develop inferiority complex, all of his other brothers and sisters were better than him. He loved his mother, and seeing her get ridiculed by the others for giving birth to 'trash' had straterd to hurt him more and more.

Being young, he didn't know what to do and started to take out his frustraytions on maids and servants. It was then that his mother thought him about her commoner origins. Slowly but slowly Jude started to become a better and better person, but this didn't influence his talent, he was still powerless.

When he was ten his mother died, it was said that she died because she had some sort of illness related to mana, but there was obviously something fishy.

Jude knew this, but couldn't do anything about it.

He closed himself completely, and asked to be put in a small and isolated room, where no one could disturb him. He was starting to feel mentally exhausted, and some strange ideas started flooding his mind.

At 15 years old he left the Mansion for the first time, he ran away, not that anybody cared about him, or at least he thought.

It was then that he met a girl named Flora, she had green eyes like him, but her hairs were of a brown shade. She was as tall as him, but as soon as Jude laid his eyes on her, his heartbeat started to rise. He could feel his stomach squishing him from the inside. He fell in love with her.

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"After this moment I can't remember anything, what happened to my mother, what happened to Flora, and most importantly, what happened to me?"

Jude had now accepted all these feelings, and he knew what to do:

Get stronger, find the cause of death of his mother and then find Flora.

Although he didn't remember much he was certain that Flora was an important piece of chess in his life. The questions didn't end there though,

"Who was my other self? Who was Austin, and why did he, or I come and merge with Jude. I can hypothesize that I died and my soul came here. That also implied that I was strong enough to guide my soul after death."

'Let's get out of this room first...'

Just then the door of the room opened and Ciel came in.

"Pack your stuff, if you have anything."

"I know, I know, no need to rush. I'm going out by myself", 'fuck where the hell will I go, i don't even have money'.

"But like, I'm still your son, shouldn't you give me some sort of money or protection?"

"Ahhh don't worry about that, I decided to not disown you, but instead I decide to send you to the Rea academy"

'To the what?'

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