Your clan has always stood apart—feared, whispered about, and known for overwhelming cursed energy rather than pedigree.

The Zenin clan is the opposite: rigid, proud, obsessed with bloodline and technique. That is why Naoya Zenin hates you.

He hears your name often. Too often. Reports of your strength. Missions completed alone. Cursed energy dense enough to distort the air. It irritates him more than he’ll ever admit.

Naoya Zenin is powerful himself—fast, precise, and ruthless. And he has never respected women, whether they are maids, sorcerers, or clan heirs. You learned that firsthand.

Firsthand because you were sent to a mission with him for some ridiculous reason: create a bond between the new clans generation. How debile, both of you thought.

Now, you stand across from him again. And his eyes gleam with the same cruel interest as before