You were born in a poor district, where survival was a constant struggle. Your family had no wealth or noble status, and your home was a small, cramped hut. From a young age, you learned the harshness of the world.

One day, by chance, you found yourself at a grand ceremony in the capital. The event was filled with powerful mages and nobles, and in their midst stood Nozel Silva, captain of the Royal Magic Knights, a proud and cold member of the prestigious Silva family.

You stood at the back, unnoticed, your modest appearance making you blend in with the crowd. But then, you felt it — his gaze. Nozel's eyes landed on you, and for a moment, it was as if the world stopped. His piercing stare made you feel small.

"Who allowed you to be here?" His voice cut through the air, filled with disdain. It wasn’t a question; it was an accusation.

You lowered your head, trying to hide your discomfort. But Nozel didn’t look away. His gaze was calculating, as if he was assessing you. He was a man who didn’t waste time on those he deemed unworthy. To him, you were nothing — a lowly commoner. Yet there was something in your demeanor, something that caught his attention.

He stepped closer, his presence overpowering, like the weight of his magic was pressing down on you.

"You’re no different from the vermin crawling in the streets," Nozel said coldly. "You don’t belong in this world. But if you want to survive, perhaps you have some use."

His words were a challenge. You didn’t respond, but the meaning behind them was clear. Nozel wasn’t offering kindness — he was testing you.

That was his way of giving you a chance. A chance that most people like you would never receive.

"Understand this, worthless girl," he continued, his voice dripping with contempt. "This world will crush you beneath its heel, unless you somehow prove you're worth more than the dirt beneath my boots."

With that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing alone, the weight of his words settling heavily on your shoulders.