Union of Velgrith Year 216, December 25th. Snowfall.
The sky above Valerion was a monolithic slab of slate, heavy and unyielding. Snow did not fall so much as it descended, thick and suffocating, draping the golden spires and white-marble avenues of the capital in a deceptive shroud of purity. In the heart of the Ironwood Royal Magic Academy, the silence of the classrooms was a fragile thing, brittle as ice.
In Class B, the rhythmic scratch of quills on parchment was the only sound.
Kuro Velgrith sat in his usual seat by the window, his chin resting on a pale hand. His silver hair, the mark of his second-life lineage, seemed to catch the dull light of the winter sun, giving him an air of fragile, ethereal innocence.
His dark purple eyes were half-closed, fixed on the blurring white landscape outside.
Behind him, Rei Nocturne sat with a stillness that was not quite human.
To any observer, she was merely a diligent student, but to Kuro, her presence was a low-frequency hum of absolute readiness—a shadow waiting for the command to strike.
Further ahead, Saria Elcrest and Ryuto were huddled over a communal text, their whispers barely rising above the whistle of the wind against the glass.
"It's strange..." Ryuto murmured, his brow furrowed as he watched the snow thicken until the neighboring spire was lost to the gloom.
"The atmospheric mana is... curdling. Normal for winter, maybe, but it feels heavy. Like the sky is trying to crush us."
Kuro didn't turn his head. His gaze remained locked on the window, his internal monologue reciting the principles of Dark Psychology he had mastered as a child in Tokyo.
Fear is the only honest emotion, he thought. And the world is about to become very honest.
"It is not the snow you should fear, Ryuto," Kuro said, his voice a cool, detached ripple in the silence.
At that same moment, in the prestigious Class A across the hall, Princess Alisa Ironwood was staring at her history text.
Her golden hair was perfectly styled, her posture regal, but her heart was hammering against her ribs. She felt the same discordance Ryuto did—a vibration in the "False Peace" of the kingdom that she couldn't name, but could certainly feel.
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The silence was shattered not by a sound, but by a light.
The clear mana-crystals embedded in the stone walls of every classroom suddenly flared with a brilliant, aggressive amber glow.
A second later, the voice of a high-ranking noble, amplified by royal resonance magic, boomed through the academy's vaulted halls.
"All citizens of the Ironwood Kingdom, pay attention and listen well—today is no ordinary day."
The voice was ragged, the usual practiced arrogance of the nobility replaced by a thin, sharp edge of panic.
"This day is marked by prophecy and blood. Today, December 25th of the year 216, is officially declared a Demon Hunt Day. The high-nobility of the Demon Empire have broken the boundary accords. They seek human blood—not just on the frontiers, but in the heart of every human nation."
The classroom erupted. Quills were dropped; chairs scraped harshly against stone.
Saria paled, her hands flying to her chest as she struggled to breathe.
Rei's eyes narrowed into sharp obsidian slits, her gaze instantly moving to the back of Kuro's head.
Ryuto gritted his teeth, his hand instinctively reaching for the spot where his "Flame of Judgment" sigil lay hidden.
The announcement continued, relentless.
"Take immediate shelter in the four royal sanctuaries of Valerion Castle. Only the holy barrier of the World Goddess Elmyria can shield you from what is coming. The wards will remain active until the hunt is concluded. Move now. May the Light preserve you."
Chaos was no longer a threat; it was the reality. Instructors moved with frantic efficiency, ushering lines of students into the corridors.
Outside, the bells of Valerion began to toll—a frantic, rhythmic alarm that competed with the rising howl of the wind.
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Hours later, the city was a ghost of itself.
The bustling markets were abandoned, shops shuttered with boards that groaned under the weight of the snow.
The only figures moving through the streets were those that did not belong to the world of men. Long, twisted shapes—high-tier demons and Orc Berserkers—stalked the alleyways.
Their laughter was a faint, echoing whisper that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly in the soul.
Usually, Shujin's shadow-network would have kept these monsters at bay, but the decree from the Demon Emperor had been absolute.
"Hunt until the streets run red. Ironwood shall not be spared." Even the demons who feared the "Darkness Lord" could not ignore the blood-curse of their sovereign.
Within the great stone halls of Valerion Castle, the atmosphere was one of suffocating piety.
Thousands were huddled together beneath a shimmering, translucent dome of holy light—the Great Barrier. Priests of Elmyria knelt in the center, their voices a low, harmonic drone as they maintained the ward.
Knights in polished steel patrolled the perimeters, their weapons unsheathed and glowing with minor light enchantments.
Among the sea of frightened civilians and students, Kuro stood silently. His silver hair was disheveled, his expression a mask of wide-eyed, youthful worry. Beside him, Rei sensed the shift in his mana before he even moved.
Kuro stepped forward, approaching one of the armored guards.
"Sir Knight," he said, his voice small, laced with a convincing tremor.
The guard turned, his hand tightening on his spear.
"What is it, boy? Get back to the center of the hall."
"My friends..." Kuro whispered, lowering his gaze to the stone floor.
"Lucien and Selvaria-sensei. They aren't here. They were in the library when the alarm went off. I'm worried for them. They... they're new here. They don't know the castle routes."
The guard flinched. He looked at the boy's silver hair and his academy uniform, then at the storm raging outside the barrier.
"No one is allowed to leave, student. It's suicide out there. The demons are already inside the city walls."
Kuro looked up, his purple eyes moist with feigned desperation—a perfect application of his Dark Psychology profiling.
He knew this guard had a younger brother in the frontier scouts; he knew the man's sense of duty was his greatest weakness.
"If something happens to them while I sit here in safety... I won't be able to live with myself. Please. Just a small gap. I'm fast. I'll find them and bring them back. I'll take all responsibility."
The guard's jaw worked. He looked at his comrades, then back at the vulnerable boy. With a heavy sigh, he signaled to a priest.
"You have three hours, kid. If you aren't back by the third bell, we seal the gate for good. Return alive."
A small gap opened in the holy light. Kuro slipped through, his form vanishing into the white blur of the snow.
Behind him, Rei's eyes narrowed until they were nearly closed.
So... the master has decided to change the board, she thought. The infiltrators have outlived their usefulness.
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Kuro's footsteps were silent on the snow-covered streets. The cold was absolute, but he didn't feel it.
His internal mana core was humming at a mere 1%, yet the pressure he exerted on the surrounding atmosphere was enough to make the lesser demons flee into the sewers as he passed.
He didn't use a mask. He didn't need one. In the middle of a blizzard, a silver-haired boy was the perfect phantom.
It didn't take long. His profiling of Lucien and Selvaria had been exhaustive since the first day they arrived.
He found them in a ruined courtyard near the Academy's restricted archives.
Selvaria Nocturne and Lucien Vael froze as the boy approached.
Lucien's silver-black hair was dusted with snow, his purple eyes widening in genuine, unmasked shock.
Selvaria, the elegant strategist, felt her blood run cold—not from the weather, but from the void radiating from the student she had recently interrogated in her office.
"Kuro?" Lucien whispered. "What are you doing out here? The barrier... how did you get past it?"
"You... shouldn't be here," Selvaria added, her voice sharp with an instinctual fear she hadn't felt in a century. Her hand moved secretly toward the hilt of her hidden magic blade. "Go back, Kuro-kun. This isn't a place for children."
Kuro stopped ten paces away. He didn't assume a combat stance. He simply stood there, his silver hair whipping in the wind, his expression as calm and unreadable as the slate sky above.
"I came to find my friends," Kuro said. The warmth in his voice was gone, replaced by a resonant, hollow frequency that seemed to stop the falling snow in mid-air.
"But I realized... I don't have any friends who serve the First Hero."
Lucien's eyes flashed with a sudden, demonic violet light. "So you knew."
"I knew the moment you stepped through the gates," Kuro replied. He took a single step forward, and the ground beneath his feet didn't just crack; it pulverized.
"You were sent to find a threat. Well, Lucien... Selvaria... you found it."
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A blur of motion.
There was no incantation. No magic circle. Just a sudden, violent expansion of shadow.
Kuro moved with a speed that bypassed the laws of physics, utilizing Time Hand I to render his opponents stationary.
In the span of a single heartbeat, the silver-haired boy was among them.
His hands, bare and unprotected, carried the weight of the Abyss. He didn't need Shujin's robes or mask to execute judgment. The Kuro mask was enough to hide the monster, but not the kill.
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Three hours had passed.
Inside the sanctuary of Valerion Castle, the whispers had turned into a frantic, low-frequency buzz.
"Where is that silver-haired boy?"
"He hasn't returned... the third bell is about to ring."
"Do you think he was caught by the demons?"
Princess Alisa stood near the gate, her hands clenched so tight her knuckles were white.
Ryuto stood beside her, his divine aura fluctuating with agitation.
"I shouldn't have let him go," Ryuto muttered.
"I should have gone with him."
Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of the sanctuary hall groaned open.
A blast of freezing air and snow swirled into the room, and the crowd turned as one.
A single figure staggered through the threshold.
"Kuro-kun!" Saria shrieked, her voice echoing off the high ceiling.
He was a wreck. His academy uniform was tattered, the fabric stained with dark, freezing blood.
His skin was deathly pale, marred by deep, jagged lacerations along his arms and face.
He swayed on his feet, his violet eyes glazed and unfocused.
He fell to his knees on the cold stone, his breathing a faint, wet rasp.
"Lucien... Selvaria-sensei..." he choked out, his voice barely audible over the gasps of the crowd.
"They're... they're dead. The demons... they were too many... I couldn't..."
The hall erupted into a cacophony of horror.
"What?!"
"The new teacher? And the elite student?!"
"In the heart of the city?!"
Before anyone could press for more details, Kuro's eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed face-first onto the stone.
"Quick! Call the healers! Bring the high-priests!" Princess Alisa shouted, her voice breaking with an emotion she didn't fully understand.
Rei Nocturne was the first to reach him. She knelt beside his prone form, her silver hair falling over her face as she shielded him from the prying eyes of the crowd.
Her hands began to glow with a faint, controlled dark magic, concealed beneath the guise of a standard healing spell.
As she pressed her palms against his self-inflicted wounds, her lips curved into a minute, imperceptible smile.
She leaned down, her breath brushing against his ear.
"Well played, Kuro-sama," she whispered into the silence of his feigned unconsciousness.
"So this is how the second act begins..."
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✦ To Be Continued...