The laboratory was not silent…
Instead, it was quiet in a strange way.
A stillness that resembles the aftermath of a great battle; where everything stops moving, but the walls themselves still retain the echo of the blows.
Sami stood in the middle of the laboratory, staring at the woman who was still kneeling before him.
Just minutes ago…
To him, she was Professor Celine.
The professor whom all the academy students feared.
The woman who could silence an entire hall with a single look.
But now…
She was bowing before him with all respect.
Her head lowered.
Her hand over her heart.
As if she were fulfilling an oath that had waited a thousand years to be completed.
Her lips trembled as she whispered: “Welcome to the emergence of the new bearer of the throne…” “…My Lord.” Silence prevailed.
Sami did not understand what he was hearing.
He looked at her for a long time…
Then he said hesitantly: “…Can you stand up first?” She raised her head slowly.
She gave a calm smile.
Then she rose gracefully.
She kept staring at him for moments, as if comparing the image before her with a distant memory living within her heart.
Then…
She sighed lightly.
“Truly…” “You two are different.” Sami furrowed his brows.
“…Who?” She smiled with nostalgia.
“You…” “And the last one who sat on that throne.” Silence prevailed.
Then she continued in a calmer voice: “You do not carry his memories.” “Nor his personality.” “Nor his life.” “But…” She placed her hand over his chest.
“…The power that chose that Emperor chose you as well.” She looked directly at him.
“And that is why…” “My loyalty is yours.” Sami’s eyes widened slightly.
“If you know that I am not him…” “Then why do you call me My Lord?” Lisasara gave Sami a warm smile.
A smile that had no hesitation in it.
“Because I did not pledge my loyalty to a person.” She paused for a moment.
Then she continued: “But I pledged it to the throne.” “And the throne…” “…Chose you.” A short silence followed.
And for the first time…
Sami felt the weight of those words.
He is not the Emperor of the past.
And he is not a copy of him.
But he is also…
No longer just an ordinary student.
…
But that serious atmosphere did not last long.
For suddenly…
Lisasara smiled broadly.
Then she reached out…
And patted Sami on the head.
“You have grown up.” …
Sami froze.
“…” “I am older than you.” He said it without thinking.
Silence prevailed.
Then…
Lyra burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha!” “He said it!” “After a thousand years of waiting…” “And the first thing you got was that reply!” As for Lisasara…
She puffed out her cheeks in childish annoyance.
“That is unfair.” Then she pointed at herself.
“I waited for a thousand years.” “And it is my right to spoil the bearer of the throne.” Sami said coldly: “I don’t think that is a law.” She raised her finger confidently.
“From now on, it becomes a law.” “The Law of Lisasara.” Sami sighed.
“That is the most dangerous law I have ever heard in my life.” …
Valdrak cleared his throat.
“Is the show over?” Lisasara replied without looking at him: “Did anyone ask for your opinion, you rusted shield?” Valdrak raised an eyebrow.
“Rusted?” Lyra stepped forward, laughing.
“He really is.” Then she pointed at him.
“If we left him for an hour in the rain…” “Grass would grow on him.” Valdrak looked at her coldly.
“And if you remained silent for a minute…” “The world would think that peace had returned.” Lyra laughed even more.
“Then admit that I am important.” “I didn’t say that.” “But you implied it.” …
As for Elyon…
He was sitting quietly, reading an ancient book.
He said without looking up: “Argument number seven thousand three hundred and fourteen.” Sami looked at him in surprise.
“…Are you actually counting them?” He replied with complete seriousness: “Certainly.” Then he turned the page.
“And Lyra started seven thousand three hundred and thirteen of them.” Lyra jumped up.
“Objection!” Elyon closed the book.
“The objection is overruled.” “We have records.” “Even witnesses.” Lyra said, pointing to Seraphine: “Say something!” Seraphine smiled calmly.
“He is right.” Lyra froze.
She placed her hand on her heart.
“Even you?” Seraphine said with a small smile: “I am a doctor.” “And I do not lie in my diagnosis.” Everyone laughed.
Even Sami…
Smiled without feeling it.
…
He noticed something for the first time.
These four…
Who represent War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death…
They were not monsters all the time.
Instead, they were…
Like a strange family that had lost its home a long time ago.
As for Lisasara…
She acted with them as if she were their older sister.
Scolding them.
Arguing with them.
Then laughing with them seconds later.
And Sami thought to himself: “Were they really like this a thousand years ago?” …
After a few minutes…
Lisasara placed a teapot on the table.
Sami said in surprise: “Since when do you drink tea?” She smiled.
“Since I discovered that modern coffee is bad.” Lyra said immediately: “Liar.” “She used to drink twenty cups a day.” Valdrak nodded.
“And the Imperial Council used to forbid it.” Elyon said while turning another page: “We also have records of the number of her cups.” Lisasara looked at them in shock.
“You keep track of this too?!” Elyon replied: “Archiving is important.” She sighed, clutching her head.
“That is why I hated the Documentation Department.” …
Everyone sat around the table.
Sami said: “So…” “You have known each other for over a thousand years?” Valdrak answered: “For a long time.” Seraphine added: “We served the Empire together.” Then she looked at Sami.
“As for today…” “We will serve its new bearer.” Sami lowered his gaze slightly.
Then he said in a quiet voice: “But…” “Don’t call me as if I were the previous person.” Everyone looked at him.
He continued: “I am Sami.” “And I am not that Emperor.” Silence prevailed.
Then…
Lisasara smiled.
A smile in which pride was mixed with relief.
“That is the reason…” “The throne chose you.” He looked at her in surprise.
She said: “If you were trying to be a copy of the previous Emperor…” “You would not have been worthy of bearing his will.” Then she placed her hand on his shoulder.
And added gently: “You are not his replacement.” “You are the beginning of a new era.” And in that moment…
Sami felt that the weight on his shoulders became slightly lighter.
Because someone…
Did not want him to become someone else.
But rather to become…
Himself.
The quiet in the laboratory remained.
It was no longer that heavy silence that preceded Lisasara’s confession…
But a quiet that resembled an old family gathering after a long absence.
Sami sat in front of the wooden table, while the Four Knights sat around it randomly.
Valdrak stood with his arms behind his back.
Elyon sat reading a book as usual.
Seraphine cradled a teacup calmly.
As for Lyra…
She was lying on top of the table, looking at Sami upside down.
Sami said wearily: “…Can you sit normally?” She smiled broadly.
“No.” “Why?” “Because I feel bored.” “…” He sighed.
“It’s been only five minutes.” She replied immediately: “Five minutes is a long time.” Lisasara laughed as she placed a tray full of sweets on the table.
“Don’t bother yourself.” Then she whispered to Sami: “She has been like this for a thousand years.” Lyra heard her.
She jumped up immediately.
“Objection!” “I have become more mature.” Everyone looked at her.
Silence prevailed.
Then Elyon said calmly: “A lie.” Seraphine nodded.
“A lie.” Valdrak said: “A lie.” Lyra looked at Lisasara.
“Say something.” Lisasara gave an innocent smile.
“…A lie.” Lyra gasped as if she had been stabbed in the heart.
“You are all united against me!” …
Sami laughed for the first time in days.
It wasn’t a big laugh.
But it was real.
Lisasara noticed that.
She smiled in silence.
“Even if he carries the heaviest power in the world…” “He is still just a seventeen-year-old boy.” …
Lisasara clapped her hands.
“Alright.” The smile disappeared from her face.
And the look of the Counselor returned.
“Let the lesson begin.” Lyra let out a long sigh.
“Here we go…” Sami said in surprise: “A lesson?” She nodded.
“If you are ever going to rebuild the Council of the Empire of Chaos and Calamities one day…” “Then you must first learn how to read its documents.” She walked toward one of the walls.
She placed her palm on it.
The ancient stones shook.
Then…
Clack.
The wall slowly split.
Behind it appeared a passage Sami had never seen before.
A narrow passage…
Its walls covered in glowing red symbols.
And the air inside was heavier than the air outside the laboratory.
Sami felt his heart beating strongly.
He said quietly: “This place…” Lisasara smiled.
“I was hiding it until its owner returned.” She corrected herself immediately, looking at him.
“Or rather…” “Until the bearer of the throne returned.” Sami smiled lightly.
“Good.” “I’m starting to get used to the title.” …
At the end of the passage…
They arrived at a wide, circular room.
And in its center…
Stood a giant black chest.
It was not made of iron.
Nor stone.
But of a black material that absorbed light itself.
Dozens of silver chains were wrapped around it.
And in the middle of each chain…
A red seal bearing a strange emblem.
A crown…
Surrounded by four black wings.
Lisasara stopped in front of it.
She placed her hand on the seal.
And closed her eyes.
“I haven’t touched it…” “…In a thousand years.” Lyra said in a low voice: “And none of us could open it.” Valdrak added: “Because it wasn’t waiting for us.” Everyone looked at Sami.
He approached slowly.
He didn’t understand why…
But his heart was telling him that this chest was familiar.
He reached out.
His fingers touched the seal.
And immediately…
The entire room shook.
Hummmmm…
The chains began to vibrate.
Then…
They fell one after another.
As if they were bowing in respect.
The lid opened slowly.
There was no gold inside.
Nor weapons.
Nor jewels.
But…
Hundreds of manuscripts.
And old leather books.
And maps.
And letters sealed with red wax.
The scent of ancient paper spread in the place.
Lisasara carried one of the manuscripts with all respect.
She ran her fingers over the cover.
And said with a sad smile: “Every report…” “Every meeting…” “Every decision…” “Every plan…” “Was kept here.” Then she placed it before Sami.
“Begin.” He took it.
He opened the first page.
…
He furrowed his brows.
Then he turned the second page.
Then the third.
And closed the book.
He looked at them.
“Is this a joke?” Lyra smiled.
“No.” He held up the manuscript.
“This is not writing.” Lisasara said: “It is writing.” “But it is not the language of humans.” Silence prevailed.
Sami said: “Then what creatures is it for?” Elyon approached.
He took the manuscript.
And said quietly: “It is called…” “The language of the Imperial Throne.” Valdrak completed: “A language that is not written with ink.” “But with willpower.” Sami said: “…I don’t understand.” Seraphine approached.
She drew one of the symbols in the air with her finger.
It was just a simple line.
But…
As soon as Sami looked at it…
He felt as if the symbol had changed.
It was no longer just a shape.
It carried meaning.
War.
Oath.
Loyalty.
Death.
All of that…
Inside just one symbol.
Sami’s eyes widened.
“What is this?” Lisasara smiled.
“Now you are beginning to understand.” She took the manuscript from his hand.
And said: “Humans read words.” Then she placed her hand over his heart.
“But this language…” “…Reads intent.” And Elyon added: “And that is why…” “No one has been able to read it since the fall of the Empire.” Valdrak said: “Even if they copied the letters.” “They would remain dead.” Sami asked: “And why?” Lisasara smiled.
“Because it only recognizes those who bear the will of the throne.” …
She picked up another manuscript.
It was even older.
She pushed it toward Sami.
“Try a second time.” He took it.
This time…
He did not try to understand the letters.
Instead, he calmed down.
And closed his eyes for a moment.
Then he opened them.
He looked at the page.
Suddenly…
The symbols began to move.
As if they were alive.
Their lines stretched.
Then…
They turned into clear words before his eyes.
Sami gasped.
“I…” “I was able to read it?” Lisasara smiled proudly.
“Excellent.” As for Lyra, she jumped onto the table.
“Ha!” “I told you he would understand it quickly!” Valdrak looked at her.
“You said it would take him a year.” She froze.
“…Did I say that?” Elyon opened a small book.
“The third day.” “The fourth hour.” “You said literally: (This fool will need a whole year).” Lyra’s face flushed red.
“You keep track of everything?!” He answered seriously: “It is a hobby.” Sami said: “It is a disease.” Lisasara nodded.
“I agree.” Elyon smiled for the first time.
“Perhaps.” And everyone laughed.
…
But Lisasara returned the atmosphere to seriousness.
She looked at Sami directly.
“This is not just a language.” “It is a key.” “Everything the old Empire left behind…” “You will not be able to understand it…” “Unless you master it.” Then she pointed to the hundreds of manuscripts.
“And from tomorrow…” “You will begin to read them all.” Sami’s eyes widened.
“All of them?” She gave a cunning smile.
“Yes.” He looked at the chest.
Then at the mountain of books.
Then he looked back at her.
“…How many are there?” Lyra gave an evil smile.
“Around…” She looked at Elyon.
“How many were there?” He answered after turning several pages.
“Three thousand six hundred and forty-two reports.” Sami froze.
“…” Then he looked at Lisasara.
“Is this revenge?” She placed her hand on his shoulder and laughed.
“No.” “This is just the first homework assignment.” Silence prevailed.
Then everyone heard Sami’s long sigh.
As for Lyra…
She could not resist.
She threw herself on the floor laughing hysterically, while Valdrak turned his face away trying to hide a small smile, while Elyon closed his notebook and said quietly: “The first official complaint from the new bearer of the throne has been recorded.” Lisasara laughed lightly as she looked at Sami.
“Don’t worry…” “We will finish them…” She paused for a moment, then added with an innocent smile that made everyone know she was planning something terrifying: “…Within this week only.” Sami looked at her in shock.
“…This is worse than gravity training.”
An hour passed.
The table was filled with open manuscripts.
And Sami had finished reading his first full report in the language of the throne.
At first…
The words seemed blurry.
But little by little…
The letters began to respond to his will.
He was no longer reading with his eyes.
But with his mind.
As if the language…
Was remembering its new reader.
He closed the last page.
Then he sighed.
“Finished.” Lisasara smiled proudly.
“Faster than I expected.” Valdrak said: “His speed is not the problem.” He looked at Sami.
“But what he understood.” Sami raised his head.
“What do you mean?” Valdrak approached one of the old maps.
It was a map of an entire continent.
But it…
Did not resemble the current continent.
It was much larger.
And in its center…
Stretched black lands that bore no names.
He pointed to them.
“Do you see them?” Sami nodded.
“Yes.” He said: “This is the Empire.” Sami furrowed his brows.
“But it does not exist on today’s maps.” Elyon gave a faint smile.
“Because it was erased.” Silence prevailed.
Lisasara said: “After the fall of the Empire of Chaos and Calamities…” “The world was not satisfied with just bringing it down.” “But…” She sighed.
“It decided to forget it ever existed.” She approached a stone shelf.
And pulled out a black manuscript.
She placed it in front of Sami.
“Read.” He opened it.
The first line was written:
“If the throne falls… then erase its name before you erase its traces.”
Sami kept looking at the sentence.
Then he closed the book slowly.
“So…” “The history that everyone studies…” “Is fake?” Valdrak said: “Not all of it.” “But the most important parts.” …
Silence reigned for moments.
Then Sami said: “There is something I don’t understand.” Everyone looked at him.
“If the Empire has disappeared…” “Why are you still here?” Seraphine smiled.
“Because we…” She placed her hand over her heart.
“…Were not soldiers.” Elyon completed: “We were concepts.” Valdrak added: “War does not die.” Lyra said, circling Sami: “Nor does famine.” Seraphine said: “Nor pestilence.” Elyon smiled.
“Nor death.” Then they all looked at Sami.
And said in unison: “But we chose to follow the bearer of the throne.” …
Sami felt that the matter was much bigger than he thought.
He was not just carrying power.
He was carrying…
The legacy of an entire civilization.
…
Lisasara clapped her hands suddenly.
“Enough history.” “It is time to work.” Sami raised an eyebrow.
“What work?” She gave a smile he knew very well.
Professor Celine’s smile.
A smile that meant someone was going to suffer in a moment.
“We will begin rebuilding the Emperor’s Council.” He looked at her in surprise.
“Now?” “Of course.” “But…” He pointed at himself.
“There is no council.” She raised her finger.
“Wrong.” Then she pointed to those present.
“One.” She pointed to Valdrak.
“Two.” To Seraphine.
“Three.” To Lyra.
“Four.” To Elyon.
“Five.” Then she placed her hand on her chest.
“Six.” Silence prevailed.
Sami said: “…This is not a council.” She answered with a smile.
“It is the beginning.” …
She approached the large blackboard inside the laboratory.
And grabbed a piece of chalk.
Then she wrote in beautiful calligraphy:
Council of the Empire of Chaos and Calamities
Then she drew six circles.
She wrote in the first: Bearer of the Throne Then in the second: First Counselor Then: War Famine Pestilence Death Then she stopped.
And looked at the empty circles below them.
“But…” She said, sighing.
“We are still missing a lot.” Sami asked: “Like what?” She smiled.
“Chief of Intelligence.” “Head of Researchers.” “Keeper of Records.” “Captain of the Guard.” “Chief Justice.” “And Commander of the Imperial Knights.” Sami’s eyes widened.
“And do you intend to gather all of them?” She shook her head confidently.
“Of course.” “One by one.” …
Lyra said, raising her hand.
“And I want a bigger office.” Valdrak said: “You didn’t have an office to begin with.” She protested.
“But I want one.” Elyon said: “I will write in the record…” “The first unreasonable official request.” Lyra said: “Write also that I have been wronged.” He answered: “This happens daily.” “That is why I no longer document it.” …
Sami laughed.
Then he said: “You are really…” He paused.
“…A strange group.” Lisasara smiled.
“That is the reason why…” “We were the strongest council in history.” …
But suddenly…
The smile disappeared from her face.
She turned toward the window.
She looked at the sky.
Then she whispered: “…It has begun.” Sami furrowed his brows.
“What?” She closed her eyes.
She felt something.
Someone very far away…
Thinking about Sami.
Not just curiosity.
But surveillance.
Investigation.
Searching.
She said in a low voice: “The Imperial Council has moved.” Silence prevailed.
Sami asked: “Are they coming here?” She opened her eyes.
She smiled.
But that smile…
Was not playful this time.
“They won’t send an army.” “They won’t be that naive.” Valdrak said: “They will send an eye.” Elyon completed: “Then an ear.” Seraphine said: “Then a judge.” As for Lyra…
She looked at Sami and gave her usual smile.
“And that means…” She jumped with excitement.
“That we will have a new guest!” Everyone looked at her.
Sami said: “…Why are you excited?” She gave an evil smile.
“Because I love messing with spies.” Lisasara covered her face with her palm.
“Please…” “Don’t scare him from the first day.” Lyra raised her eyebrows.
“I promise.” She paused for a second.
“…I won’t scare him much.” Valdrak sighed.
“Recorded it.” Lisasara laughed as she shook her head.
Then she looked at Sami seriously.
“Enjoy these days, Sami.” “Because your life inside the academy…” “Will not remain quiet anymore.”
Lisasara closed the last manuscript slowly.
Then she placed it on the table.
For a moment…
Her playful smile disappeared.
And that old look returned.
The look of the First Counselor of the Empire.
The woman who used to stand before the greatest leaders without lowering her head.
She said quietly: “It is time for the last lesson of the day.” Sami sighed.
“I feel like I’m going to regret it.” She smiled.
“You are starting to understand me.” Lyra said, raising her hand: “I support this feeling.” Sami looked at her.
“Why are you always against me?” She smiled.
“Because your reactions are funny.” “…”Lisasara stepped to the middle of the room.
She closed her eyes.
Then asked: “Sami.” “What makes a person strong?” He answered without thinking: “Power.” She shook her head.
“A fighter’s answer.” She opened her eyes.
“But an Emperor is not measured by the strength of his grip.” She stepped forward.
“Nor by the number of enemies he can take down.” Then she placed her hand on her chest.
And said: “An Emperor is measured by what happens when he enters a place.” Sami was silent.
She continued: “A king needs to prove that he is a king.” “He needs an army.” “A crown.” “Flags.” “People who say to him: You are great.” Then she looked at him directly.
“But an Emperor…” She smiled.
“The world itself remembers his presence.”
Sami raised his eyebrow.
“What does this have to do with the Domain?” Lisasara smiled.
“Everything.” She approached him.
“You are trying to use the Domain as if it were a weapon.” “But that is a mistake.” Then she said slowly:
“A true Emperor…”
“Does not make people fear him.”
“He makes them fear themselves when they stand before him.” Silence prevailed.
Even the Four Knights listened.
She said: “The Domain is not a wall.” “Not an explosion.” “Not an area you control.” She raised her finger.
“It is an acknowledgment.” “An acknowledgment from the world…” “That there is one person in this place…” “Whose laws become stronger than the laws of others.”
Valdrak looked at Sami.
And said: “Now understand.” “When you were an Emperor…” “You didn’t enter the palace.” “The palace knew you had arrived.” Sami did not answer.
But something inside him moved.Lisasara smiled.
“Alright.” “We will begin the training.” Sami breathed.
“I knew it.”He closed his eyes.
He tried to summon the Red Angel Palace Garden.
The red palace.
The gardens.
The throne.
But…
Nothing appeared.
Lisasara opened one eye.
“No.” “You are trying to summon the place.” “Don’t summon the palace.” “Make the palace remember you.”The second attempt.
A black aura appeared.
Then it exploded suddenly.
The laboratory shook.
Several books fell.
Elyon said, looking at the floor: “Three books fell.” He paused.
“They are history books.” He looked at Sami.
“You have angered history.” “…”The third attempt.
Nothing happened.
Valdrak said: “Failure.” Sami said: “Thanks for the support.” Valdrak replied seriously: “I am being honest.”After hours…
Sami was panting.
He sat on the floor.
“This is harder than fighting.” Seraphine said: “Because you are not fighting anything.” “You are trying to control yourself.”Lisasara approached.
Then she said: “I will give you an example.” She closed her eyes.
And suddenly…
The atmosphere changed.
She did not release an aura.
No power appeared.
But…
Sami felt something.
As if the room had become different.
As if the entire place…
Paid attention to her.
She opened her eyes.
And said: “This is a small part of a Domain.” Sami looked around.
“Nothing happened.” She smiled.
“Exactly.” “Because a true Domain…” “Does not need to scream.”Then she said: “Imagine that you are in the Imperial Hall.” Sami raised his eyebrow.
“What?” “Just imagine.”Sami closed his eyes.
At first…
He saw nothing.
Then…
The scene began to change.
A huge hall.
Black pillars.
Red banners stretching as far as the eye could see.
Dark marble floors.
And on the sides…
Nobles.
Leaders.
Ministers.
All of them looking at him.
Not in fear.
But in anticipation.
At the end of the hall…
There was a throne.
A throne he knew.
The Red Angel Palace Garden.
But…
No one sat on it.
Lisasara’s voice said: “You do not enter as a guest.” “You do not enter as an enemy.” “You enter…” “As the owner of the place.”Sami imagined himself walking.
A step.
Then another.
All the nobles fell silent.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to raise their eyes.
Not because there was pressure on them.
But because his presence alone…
Made them feel small.
He reached the throne.
He looked at it.
Then…
He didn’t sit.
He turned around.
And took a simple chair next to the throne.
He placed it in front of everyone.
He sat.
Sami said: “That is enough.” Lisasara stopped.
She smiled.
“Why?” He answered: “Because I don’t need the throne to prove anything.” Everyone was silent.
Then…
Lisasara smiled.
A true smile of pride.Inside the illusion…
One of the nobles appeared.
He said: “My Lord…” “Do you think that sitting next to the throne will make everyone respect you?” Sami looked at him.
Then said: “No.” “But I want to know…” “Will they respect me when I don’t need the throne?”At the same moment…
The place shook.
The illusionary hall began to change.
The nobles disappeared.
The banners disappeared.
And nothing remained but the throne.
Then…
Sami appeared standing before it.In the real world…
Sami opened his eyes.
He was breathing slowly.
But behind him…
The air began to crack.
It wasn’t an explosion.
Nor a light.
But…
As if the world had opened a small door.
A red portal appeared.
Behind it…
An endless garden.
Trees bearing red and black flowers.
A lake reflecting a crimson sky.
Statues of angels with huge red wings.
And at the end of the place…
A black and white palace.
And above it…
A sky full of traces of giant wings.
Then…
The throne appeared.
For just one second.
But that second…
Made everyone fall silent.Lisasara said in a low voice: “This is not a summoning.” She smiled.
“This is an acknowledgment.”Lyra jumped immediately.
“Success!” She ran toward Sami.
“The Emperor has advanced!” Then she hugged him.
Both fell to the floor.
“Lyra!” Sami shouted.
She laughed.
“This is an official celebration.” Lisasara tried to pull her away.
“Let him breathe.” Lyra said: “No.” “This is part of the training.” “…” Sami looked at her.
“How?” She smiled.
“Endurance training.”As for Valdrak…
He turned his face away.
But a small smile appeared.
Elyon said: “You are smiling.” Valdrak replied: “No.” “You did.” “I didn’t.” Seraphine said: “Both of you are lying.”And that night…
The Imperial Capital.
The Council Hall.
Silence filled the place.
In front of them were dozens of files.
All of them bore one name.
SAMI KOH But…
Whenever they tried to open them…
They disappeared.
Whenever they tried to save them…
They were erased.
Whenever they tried to register him…
History refused.
The Minister of Security said: “If this is true…” “Then he is not just a student.” The Minister of History said: “But a mistake in history itself.”The President of the Council raised his eyes.
And said: “Then…” “We need someone who does not look for his name.” “But looks for his person.” The door opened.
And a boy with silvery-white hair entered.
A calm smile.
Eyes whose thoughts could not be read.
He said: “Arian Solvace.” The council looked at him.
And the President said: “You will enter the academy.” “You will become a student.” “You will get close to Sami Koh.” “You will watch him.” “Do not judge him.” “Do not hate him.” He paused.
Then said: “Just know…” “Is he a threat…” “Or something we do not understand.” Arian smiled.
“Understood.” Then he turned.
And before he walked out…
The President of the Council said: “Arian.” He stopped.
“If it is proven that he is a danger…” He was silent.
Then said: “You will know what must be done.” Arian smiled.
“Yes.”
The next day…
In front of the Resonance Academy gate.
Arian stood.
He looked at the building.
Then smiled.
“I hope we become friends…” “Sami Koh.” But his eyes became colder.
“…Before I decide…” “…Exactly what you are.”