Chapter One "The Oliver Family"
The marble floors shone like mirrors, reflecting the light of the countless candles filling the space.
The grand ballroom hosted a celebration, where nobles from across the kingdom gathered to honor the eighth birthday of the young heir, Nevalis Olivier.
Nevalis stood in the center of the hall, dressed in elegant attire made of blue silk embroidered with golden threads. His distinctive white hair and bright blue eyes sparkled like a clear sky. He stood beside his father, Count Alfred Olivier, one of the most powerful nobles in the kingdom.
Behind them stood his mother, Lady Eleanor, renowned for her stunning beauty and sharp intellect. Everyone approached the family with respectful steps, offering their greetings filled with flattering words.
The nobles flocked to greet the family, their faces adorned with fake smiles. Everyone sought to gain the favor of Nevalis, the heir born with a rare gift: the ability to use both magic and aura. This rare talent made him the center of attention. While all eyes were fixed on him, Nevalis felt a sense of pride swelling within him. To him, this event was a testament to his innate superiority, the greatness of his family, and the privileges he was born with.
"What an honor it is to be here today, my lord," one noble said, bowing deeply before Nevalis. "Young Nevalis shines brighter than the stars themselves!" said another with a forced smile."He is the embodiment of perfection!" added a noblewoman, gracefully holding her gown as she moved.
Nevalis, despite his young age, could taste the flattery clearly. He felt satisfied and proud, beginning to believe that his natural position was above everyone else. He enjoyed being the center of attention, knowing that in everyone's eyes, he was a symbol of greatness and purity. The only word that echoed in his mind when he saw their praise was: "It is our destiny, we, the great ones, to be above all."
As everyone busied themselves with fake compliments and insincere laughter, a noble arrived late. The man was slightly out of breath, trying to appear composed despite his tardiness. He approached to greet the count and his family, bowing quickly.
"Apologies for my delay, my lord count. An unexpected matter arose on the way."
A curious noble nearby turned to him with a mocking smile and asked, "And what delayed you from this grand event?"
The man cleared his throat slightly and replied in a smug tone, "Oh, there was a filthy commoner who fell in front of my carriage. I had to stop to teach him a lesson. I flogged him until he understood his place."
The guests burst into laughter. There was something about the remark that made everyone complicit in the mockery. It reflected a view that saw commoners as beings of no value. "Commoners don't understand their place in this world!" one of them said. "Why do they even exist?" another added with a mocking tone.Nevalis, standing beside his father, heard the entire exchange. He didn't fully grasp why this behavior was normal to them, but he felt a sense of satisfaction that his noble status shielded him from such humiliations. To him, it was clear: commoners were a lower class of people.
They existed only to serve, and any form of humiliation they faced was just a natural part of their lives. He believed this was the natural order of the world and pitied those who lacked power or status.
Four years passed since that celebration, and Nevalis Olivier was now twelve years old. He had grown into a handsome young boy, even more striking than in his childhood. His white hair was longer and more flowing, and his blue eyes held a cold, superior gaze.
By then, he fully understood the gap between social classes, and his sharp mind gradually embraced the idea of class superiority as both natural and necessary. He viewed nobles as rulers and commoners as nothing but tools to be used.
Nevalis had adopted all of his father and mother's teachings about class superiority. He believed nobles were born to rule and commoners to serve. His heart had no room for empathy or balance in this system. He saw the world through a single perspective: nobles at the top, and everyone else beneath their feet. They deserved all the admiration, while a commoner deserved nothing but humiliation.
One day, Nevalis strolled through the gardens of his mansion, surrounded by servants eager to fulfill his every request. The gardens were adorned with the finest flowers and fruit trees, bustling with noble guests and their attendants. He passed by one of the workers carrying heavy crates, but one of them stumbled and fell, breaking one of the crates."You fool!" Nevalis shouted, glaring at him with a look full of anger and disdain. "I can't believe such people breathe the same air we do. Clean this mess immediately, or I'll make your life a living hell."
The unfortunate commoner bowed and repeatedly apologized, but Nevalis didn't care. To him, this man was just a being unworthy of pity. He didn't think about the worker's struggles or circumstances. All he saw was an incompetent person daring to tarnish the beauty of the place. He believed that people like this worker had no place in this civilized world.
In Nevalis's eyes, the word "servants" was synonymous with "failures." To him, servants were nothing more than reflections of a past they failed to overcome or a present they were lost in, searching for value bestowed upon them by their masters. He always despised this submissive outlook on life, the surrender that stripped a person of their will and turned them into a shadow of someone else.
He watched their faces as they stood on their toes, waiting for orders with hearts trembling at every whisper from their masters' lips. To him, there was no difference between them and slaves. They sacrificed everything—their dignity, dreams, and even freedom—for a life that was merely an extension of their master's authority.
As time passed, these feelings grew stronger within him. He saw the kingdom's class system as the correct order, leaving no room for those without power or status. He believed that the magic he possessed was merely proof of his natural superiority, and that he was born to stand at the top, above everyone else. This became his core belief, shaping how he interacted with those around him: you're either strong, or you'll be held accountable.