As the countdown to the entrance exam ticked away, an air of tension and anticipation swirled through the massive auditorium.
Cadets from every nation, kingdom, and realm of Etheron stood in the waiting hall, their eyes flickering with nervousness, arrogance, or focused calm.
Amid the sea of candidates, one boy's glare burned hotter than the sun—Elias, the Saint Candidate of the Holy Church.
Elias's face twisted ever so slightly as his dark eyes focused on a peculiar sight in the distance.
There they were.
Two of the most prominent figures of this generation—Ethan Williams, the prophesied Chosen of the Goddess of Light and heir to the Williams Duchy, and Alden von Crestvale, pride of House Crestvale, his arrogance matched only by his skill.
And yet… neither of them even spared Elias a glance.
Instead, they were laughing and joking with someone else. A silver-haired, annoyingly calm boy who stood between them like he belonged there.
Alex Dragonheart.
That name had begun to circulate in whispers, carried through the wind like pollen during the spring of change.
"How dare they…" Elias murmured under his breath, fingers curling into a white-knuckled fist.
To be overlooked was a sin. To be ignored… unforgivable.
He was chosen. He was blessed. He was one of the few handpicked by the Holy Church to ascend as a Saint.
And they were ignoring him. Treating him like background furniture while a commoner basked in their spotlight.
A seed of resentment took root, watering itself with bitter indignation. Elias stared at Alex like he was a parasite sucking attention from a divine vine.
"Alex Dragonheart… I'll see to it you fade back into irrelevance."
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On another side of the hall, separated only a few distance away from where Elias stood, Seraphina Starlight stood with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Her beauty alone could steal breath from lungs—long icy-blue hair cascading over her shoulders, her refined features noble and poised. But now, those features were contorted by confusion.
"Alex Dragonheart…" she whispered. "Why does that name sound so familiar?"
She searched her memory like flipping through dusty archives—until it clicked.
A memory from nearly two months ago.
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Flashback
Her 10-year-old little sister, Sophia, had burst into their estate, squealing with excitement.
"Big Sis Sera! Big Sis Sera! I met a prince!"
Seraphina, sipping tea, raised a brow. "A prince? Did Mother introduce you to someone new?"
Sophia shook her head wildly, her golden twin tails bouncing like energized springs.
"No! I met him when we were attacked by those scary bandits! He saved us and had silver hair and ocean-blue eyes! And he was sooo handsome!"
Seraphina was shocked. "Wait, someone attacked you and Mother?"
Her voice was filled with killing intent.
The pressure in the room began to rise slowly.
Then suddenly, Sonia Starlight came bursting into her room.
"Sera, calm down. You're scaring Sophia."
Seraphina suddenly realized what she was doing, and the pressure in the room disappeared.
"I'm sorry, Sophie. You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"
Sophia blinked. "No, Sera, but you were acting scary."
Seraphina apologized again. "I'm sorry."
Sophia began giggling. "It's okay!"
Then Sonia came near Sophia and started patting her head. "Sera, you don't have to worry. The matter is already dealt with by the police, and I've already informed your father.
You know what's going to happen to those bandits, right?"
Seraphina, after hearing that, realized that if her father was dealing with the matter, those guys were as good as dead—because her father, more than anything, cherished his family.
Seraphina remembered what Sophia had been saying earlier and asked, "Wait, Sophie, you were saying someone saved you and Mother, right?"
Sophia puffed out her chest proudly. "Yep! He said he was a commoner, but he was definitely a prince in disguise! I even remember his name!"
She placed a finger on her chin and closed one eye dramatically too.
"…Balax Wagonheart!"
A moment of silence passed. Then Sonia their mother and seraphina broke into uncontrollable laughter.
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