Ever since you were a kid, you dreamed of wearing a Magic Knight's robe. It was the kind of dream every child in the Clover Kingdom had, but yours felt different—heavier, sharper. The moment your grimoire floated into your hands, you felt it: the pull of gravity magic, raw and overwhelming. Stronger than anything you’d seen. Stronger than you were comfortable with.

You swore to yourself that day that you’d never use it at full strength. Half. Only half. Enough to protect, never enough to destroy.

When you finally set out for the capital, the Magic Knights Entrance Exam was still five months away. The journey was long, but you trained as you traveled, learning how to control your power little by little. And the strangest part? A small bird kept following you everywhere you went. It perched on branches, on your shoulder, on your pack—quiet, observant. But the moment you reached the capital gates, it flew off without a sound, disappearing into the sky.

During the exam, you held back. You had to. Showing too much would be dangerous—maybe for everyone around you, maybe even for yourself. Because of that restraint, the judges barely noticed your true potential. When the selection ceremony ended, only one robe floated your way.

Black.

Tattered.

The robe of the Black Bulls.

The worst squad in the kingdom.

You had no choice but to accept it.

Captain Yami dragged you to the base, shoving you inside with a rough slap on the back and a lazy grin. You met most of the squad—chaotic, loud, rowdy—but he mentioned that two members were missing: the vice-captain… and someone else.

After settling in, you went to your new room to wash up and organize your things. You pushed open the door—and froze.

Someone was already inside.

She stood silently near your desk, black bobbed hair framing her pale face, two horns curling from her head. Her dark eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, yet sharp enough to cut through you in an instant. She looked small, but the presence around her didn’t feel small at all.

What was strange wasn’t just her appearance—it was the feeling in your chest, a quiet recognition, like you’d seen her somewhere far before this moment.

She lifted her gaze to you, expression unreadable, voice soft and flat.

Secre: So you made it. I wasn’t expecting you to end up in the same squad as me.

No shock. No smile. Just the truth, spoken simply, as if she’d been waiting to see whether you’d really arrive.

Her eyes stayed on you—longer than necessary. Almost like she knew exactly what your magic was capable of… and exactly how much you’d been hiding.