I cannot walk yet.
My body is still small, fragile, and completely dependent on the arms of others. My bones are not yet strong, my muscles untrained, and every movement I make is clumsy—as if this world is far too vast for me to face.
And yet… my mind remains awake.
Clear. Aware. Observing everything with a calmness no baby should possess.
My days begin with soft light filtering through the silk curtains of my room. Warm. Golden. It touches my skin like an invisible embrace. The air here is always perfect—not too cold, not too warm—as if the world itself refuses to let me feel even the slightest discomfort.
So different… from my previous life.
Back then, morning was not something I enjoyed.
It was something I had to endure.
Cold. Silent. Hungry.
No silk curtains. No soft bed. No one waiting for me with a smile.
Here… everything is different.
And almost always—she is there.
My mother.
Anna Rodieck.
She sits beside my small bed, graceful without effort. Her golden hair falls like flowing light, shimmering under the sun. Her face is gentle… yet her eyes hold a deep, unwavering calm. The calm of someone who knows her own power.
At the tip of her fingers, a small magic circle spins. Delicate. Complex. Perfect.
I do not fully understand this world yet…
But from the whispers of the servants, I know one thing—
My mother is a Circle 5 Mage.
A level where one does not merely use magic…
But becomes a part of it.
Sometimes she raises her hand above my body.
A warm light envelops my skin.
Seeping into flesh… into bone.
Calm. Deep. Perfect.
Healing magic.
Not because I am hurt.
But because she does not want me to ever be hurt.
"You must grow up healthy, Khan," she whispers.
And for the first time…
I feel something unfamiliar.
Warm.
Full.
The feeling… of belonging.
—
My father is different.
Leo Rodieck.
If my mother is warmth… then my father is steel.
He is tall. Silent. Unshakable. His body is covered in scars—not mere scratches, but proof of real battles.
His eyes are sharp. Cold. Always alert.
He does not need to speak to make others lower their heads.
Yet when he looks at me…
That gaze changes.
I still remember the first time he held me.
His hands were large. Rough.
And yet… incredibly careful.
As if I might break from the slightest pressure.
"A calm aura," he murmured.
He did not speak like a father.
He spoke like a Swordmaster.
And from the servants, I heard—
Leo Rodieck is not just a noble.
He is the Swordmaster of the Kingdom of Almenia.
Someone who has surpassed the limits of ordinary humans.
Someone who can cut steel like air.
Someone who can kill… before the enemy realizes they are dead.
And that man… is my father.
Sometimes he stands on the balcony.
Not moving.
Not striking.
Yet the air around him… changes.
As if the world itself holds its breath.
Even as a baby…
I can feel it.
Power.
Pure.
Silent.
Deadly.
—
I am not alone.
I have two older sisters.
Lily… and Lilith.
Twins.
Yet different.
Lily is light.
She is cheerful, lively, full of energy. Her silver hair shines like moonlight on still water, and her laughter always fills the room.
"Khan!"
She lifts me without hesitation.
"You have to grow up quickly! We'll train together someday!"
As if that future is certain.
As if I… will stand beside her.
—
Lilith is shadow.
Calm. Quiet. Observant.
She does not speak much. She does not move much.
But when she looks at me…
She sees more than the others.
One day, when I stared back—
Her eyes narrowed.
"…He understands."
Lily laughed.
"He's a baby, Lilith."
But Lilith did not respond.
She simply kept watching me.
And I knew—
She felt something.
—
I am beginning to understand.
This family… is not an ordinary family.
This is a powerful family.
Extremely powerful.
And I…
Am still just a baby who can only watch.
For now.