"Young master, breakfast will be served." a maid calls out for the young lord.

Meanwhile, Ixion is already dressed and has begun reading a book. That was his favorite pass time. Plum goes in and serves the breakfast.

She looks at Ixion with her admiring eyes, "Young master truly works hard." She thought to her self.

Indeed, he does.

Clivancia is ruled by a regent and his rulling is not favored by the other nobles. The house of Duke Briverty has only one heir. His name is Ixion Briverty and he is different from other nobles his age. Ixion has been isolated in the castle by his parents since he was young and never got to interact with anyone outside his home.

But Ixion never complains. Because he liked it that way.

But not everyone is as 'lucky' to be born with a noble blood. Because a warm and delicious breakfast like this, is a piece of bread and left overs for those unfortunate beings 'unlucky' enough to be born as a commoner.

Among those 'unlucky commoners' is a fellow that was named Joaquin Emberlion. Born by an ill mother and raised by an abusive father. At 9, he run away from home and never looked back. The only chance he sees to escape the tough start was to run towards a light. The path of being a swordsman.

"Oy, get your *ss up and don't laze around!!" Yet another fellow squad team member kicks him and wakes him up from a slumber.

Joaqin gets up without a complaint and starts to get himself ready for the long upcoming hours of his life.

Each houses have their own armies. The Briverty's raised an army called Bravery. Currently is the strongest among the houses. Because of a technique passed down by the Briverty Hall that made their troops incredibly talented and outstanding.

A normal day of training turns quiet unexpected for the squad Alpha. "The breathing techniques thought to you may be simple but it's essential to build your foundation. So don't slack off and train as much as possible!" Rahaldo, one of the ten generals, instructs his students.

Joaquin was being picked on while in line. Someone grabs his pants and pulled them down. The back line giggled and Rahaldo get's annoyed. "What's going on there?!"

The other's tries as hard to stiffle their laughter. Meanwhile, Joaquin pulls up his pants and apologizes to the instructor. Rahaldo gave him a gaze, says nothing, and continues to teach.

It was peaceful when a presence brings the lecture to a stop.

"Y-Young Master?!" The general panicks at the sight of Ixion. He then quickly leads his student to bow formally and welcomed him to their training ground.

Yet Ixion was no interested neither on him nor the training. He looks at the trainees as if searching.

Plum, the maid, interupts; "Young master, why have we come here today?" She politely asked. Ixion looks at her and smiled, "Father told me to find a consort."

The winds blows as silence hovers the entire scene. Whispers echoes through the crowd.

Rahaldo steps closer. "Y-Young lord, if you are in search of a consort. . . Why have you come here?" Hesitant to ask but does anyway.

The young lord starts walking through the crowd and searching. "I just need one." Then his eyes landed on Joaquin who in turn was staring back.

Their eyes meet and Ixion's attention was shifted towards Joaquin.

"What exactly is the young lord doing?" Rahaldo leans to Plum and asks in a lower tone.

Plums shakes her head and answers; "Honestly, I don't know either. Since the young master woke up from the coma, He's been different since."

Three months ago, the young master isn't like how he is now. He was cheerful and lively. He actively goes for a walk outside regularly every morning. But it all changed when he was suddenly found unconscious in the pond.

"Help!! The Young Master fell into the water!!" Screams a maid.

Doctors tried their best to revive him and thankfully he was back to life. But he fell into a coma and didn't wake up for about 3 weeks. When he did, he became a completely different person.

He used to hate books but he suddenly spent every hour and minute of the day reading as many as he could.

Even his meals changed. He didn't like being served meat like he used to and orders only vegetables or fish. If he used to be so prideful, now he despises anything made of pure gold and wears clothes made of cheap material.

"Young master, why did you throw out all of your clothes?" Plum asks.

Ixion, looks up from his book; "I don't like them. They're too tight and the fabrics made my skin itch."

It's as if. . . he wasn't the young master that everyone knows

Plum sighs. "Now, he even picks up a male consort. I can't imagine how the madame would faint so badly after she hears this."

Then Rahaldo chuckles. "Do you know what a naughty cub becomes?" He asks.

The maid turns to his direction.

Rahaldo is looking at Ixion with eyes shinning in hope as if looking at a savior about to save the world from a disaster.

"Cubs run around and often has their parents run after them. But cubs don't stay young forever. Either they become a lion or a king."

Plum was bewildered.

The 'only heir' is a title. But there are other people more suitable for the position.

In truth, Ixion was regarded 'the only heir' because he is the only male among his 9 siters. His strength and knowledge doesn't come close to what his sisters have. But because he is the only male, he is the only heir.

In order to keep the Briverty's bloodline, Ixion was expected to be the heir of Briverty Hall.