Chapter 3

Eric was also in a tough spot here, as it was his first time encountering something like that. Their mother was a workaholic; she was a busy woman, and her demands were stringent, so everyone listened to her. She tries her best to keep everyone united but is often restricted by her work.

As for father? He died long ago, leaving his mother alone to carry the weight alone, so it was not their mother's fault for neglecting them since the children never showered her with love even after she gave her all. It was to be expected that since the death of their father, things had gotten worse. turn for the

It was a similar situation to how a single father would need to carry three sons and one daughter alone; it would be real hell, not just for the father but for the children as well. One can't expect children to mature all of a sudden, even under extreme stimuli; most of the time, it just leads to depression and a frustrating environment.

Fortunately, their mother was a strong woman and maintained the house with effort, so none of the siblings wanted to upset her over anything.

A clinking of utensils was heard from the kitchen behind, and a man came and served dishes on the table. He looked average in looks; he was their neighbour.

'Mother had insisted on hiring a professional to cook for us; he's a widower, and from the looks of it, he was quite interested in Mother, but she didn't get the clues, so he was coming here daily to cook for us.' He thought as he stood up and helped serve the plates.

"Alright, kids, I will be going then. Eat full and don't fight." He said this before leaving. Naturally, as someone who used to come here daily, he could tell the sibling relationship was strained and tough, but it was not his place to interfere yet.

The breakfast was awkward; Jane kept sending Ava stares, which she seemed oblivious to, while Clarissa, the older sister, was reading and checking something on her phone while eating simultaneously.

After breakfast, he went back to his room and sat on the bed. His back ached for some reason, but he ignored that momentarily. According to his memories and the things he found on the magic net, this world had magic in it.

The people who could use magic were referred to as "mages." Usually, one could only become a legal mage after completing high school, where, of course, magic was taught. And then they could decide if they wanted to pursue a higher degree in magic at the universities or start working as a mage.

'While there were mages, there was also another group; the group used Chi (aura) and tempered their bodies; they were called knights; they were extremely strong physically as compared to a mage and could perform just as wonderful feats as any mage; however, I don't know why, but there seemed to be a stereotypical thing that mages were better when both could do almost the same things." Eric thought.

He was quite fascinated with the concept of knights and magic nonetheless, and as mages were partial against knights, so were knights against mages; although there was no such thing as an official thing, mages and knights harboured animosity towards one another.

Standing up, he shuffled through his pink-coloured desk and soon found what he was looking for; it was a laminated metal card that shone bright silver. He read the contents of the card carefully.

[Name: Eric]

[Class: 1-A]

[Relation: Mage]

It was the ID card he had gotten from his school. Since the old Eric used to have some friends, he would have to contemplate how to interact with them. Well, if worse comes to worst, then he could just ask them to fuck off and be on his way.

He knew that Eric's friends would be just like the old Eric, and he was having an unsettling feeling that things wouldn't go right tomorrow.

Shaking his head wildly, he spent the entire day in a room studying about the world and magic. He wanted to be prepared for tomorrow, if possible. The school he was going to go to was prestigious; the sons and daughters of important people in society would be the students there. He didn't feel inferior considering the fan following he had on social media; it gave a massive boost to his confidence.

And his family was well off, so he was quite good; the school was for both mages and knights, although predominantly for mages...

'Well, Ava is also in the same class as me, so I could probably depend on her as well.' It was a relief that his twin was in the same class as him.

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Meanwhile, in one of the rooms of the same house, a girl could be seen pacing back and forth, a look of frustration apparent on her face, as she threw the white pillow from her bed to the floor while clenching her fists.

The girl had striking emerald green eyes, which seemed to shine with almost supernatural intelligence. Her hair is an unusual shade of lavender, styled in a long, braided ponytail that falls over her left shoulder. She has a petite frame, and her sharp features almost give her a fox-like appearance with a pointed chin and delicate nose. Her dressing style was simple yet elegant, favouring practical clothing in muted tones that allowed her to move quickly and quietly.

She was Jane, and she seemed angry at that moment.

"Shit! Why did she have to interfere while I was talking to my brother? Agh, it pisses me off; doesn't she get enough time to spend with him? Always clinging to him," she said in a slow tone.

She was referring to her older sister, Ava, who meddled in their chat this morning.

This was the true nature of Jane; the mischievous look and sly smile that she had this morning were gone now that she was alone. She was showing her true colours. colours