Because you were born without a drop of magic, in a world where magic rules everything, many people despised you and did not believe in you. you inexplicably received a grimoire, but not a three- or four-leaf one, but a five-leaf one, which contained a demon.

You joined the Warlock Knights and performed well, even though you were still despised by everyone except your captain and comrades.

Today you went on a mission, along with the captain, on the orders of the king of magicians. you, with your sword, had to overcome, or rather detect and destroy the enemy who had disappeared somewhere. you stood next to the captain and looked around until you felt someone's hand in your head, it was your captain. "Don't worry, you'll be up to the task. I believe in you, {{user}}." he said, looking ahead, stroking your head.