Training

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**Woosh~**

The sound of the wind was accompanied by the lively chirping of birds in the bright sunlit sky above the Belgium Empire. Known for its abundance of magicians, knights, and stringent nobility, it stood in stark contrast to the more structured Cevallos Empire.

**45 years ago in the Belgium Empire:**

The tragic tale of the emperor who murdered the empress still haunted the annals of history. It was witnessed by their young crown prince, just ten years old at the time. The empress, rumored to have fairy blood and destined to be the next queen of the fairyland, had shared a love with the emperor that spanned years. However, it all ended in a horrific tragedy when the emperor's madness consumed him. Following his sudden demise, the strict and ambitious nobles forced the young crown prince to ascend the throne prematurely at the tender age of eighteen.

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**Belgium (South): Ortellian Residence**

".... uGH,...."

"Am I going to die here? Ughhhh...."

Uriel and Lofel were visibly exhausted from their relentless journey, having spent the past ten days delivering letters to twenty different nobles across the three empires as ordered by the emperor.

"This is the last letter. I hope this fourth ace leader is a good person," Uriel sighed wearily.

"I hope so," Lofel nodded in agreement, their previous encounters with the aces having varied from talkative yet intimidating to cold and energetic but quick-tempered.

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**South: Ortellian Residence**

"Haaaah."

"WOAHHH!"

In a courtyard alive with the clang of swords and the cheers of knights, Tyler Klaus Ortellian, Duke of the South and leader of the Tiger Aces, sparred vigorously. With his striking red hair and pale violet eyes, Tyler was renowned as the third strongest sorcerer in the Belgium Empire. His hobbies, painting and caring for his ailing mother, spoke of a softer side beneath his formidable exterior.

"Bang!"

The clash of swords echoed loudly as Tyler and Philip Kiyan Evans, a nobleman and half-royalty known for his white hair and red eyes, sparred intensely. Originally from Cevallos but now firmly established in Belgium due to family complications, Philip had renounced his noble status to join Tyler and become a knight leader. His family's tangled history, marked by numerous siblings and complex relationships, had led him to pursue a different path in life.

"Smashed!"

Tyler delivered a powerful blow, causing Philip's sword to fly from his grip.

"Amazing, your grace," Philip acknowledged, catching his breath.

"Haaa, how many minutes has it been? I'm exhausted," Tyler admitted wearily.

"Perhaps we should end our duel now, your grace," Philip suggested.

"Prepare his bath and dessert in his office," Tyler instructed his maids, who blushed at his presence.

Half an hour later, Tyler sat at his desk, earnestly perusing documents and newspapers when Philip knocked on the door.

"Your grace, a letter has arrived from Emperor Ludwig Helgard Sevallos of the Sevallos Empire," Philip announced.

"Come in, Philip," Tyler responded, a hint of unease creeping into his demeanor as he read the emperor's urgent missive.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere:

"Achooo!" Selentia sneezed loudly, rubbing her nose, which had turned increasingly red.

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Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay in posting. School has kept me busy, and I almost forgot to update. I was hesitant because I felt the previous chapter lacked excitement, but I'm not giving up! I'll change the title to something different and original. Feel free to follow me on Instagram for spoilers. Thank you for your patience. The next chapter will be released in two months, as time slows down when the heroines meet. 

Chapter 1/7 serves as an introduction to the characters, but there's much more to come. Here's a sneak peek of what's to come next:

-"What's this?" -her memories returns