As the creature disappeared into the River Kiko, the swirling energies enveloped him, and his form began to dissolve.
Dame Fate's anger seemed to simmer, her eyes fixed on the spot where he had vanished.
Truth, gazed out into the vast expanse of space. "The River Kiko will indeed expunge his crimes, but at a price," he said, his voice echoing through the crater.
"He will be reborn, his memories fragmented, his essence scattered across the cosmos."
Dame Fate's expression yremained twisted in anger. "I cannot believe I have to deal with that bastard again," she hissed. "But for now, let the River Kiko do its work."
As the River Kiko continued to flow, the creature's essence began to break apart, his memories fragmenting, his consciousness dissolving.
The cosmos itself seemed to shudder, as if the very fabric of reality was being rewritten.
In the distance, a new star began to form, its light flickering with an otherworldly energy. The star grew brighter, its radiance illuminating the dark expanse of space.
And in its heart, a new life began to stir, a life that would carry the essence of the nameless creature into a new era.
After an unknown amount of time somewhere in the realms.
The young man sat cross-legged, half-submerged in the pool, his eyes closed as he focused on the subtle energies within him.
His jet-black hair, like the midnight sky, fell across his forehead, framing his serene features.
The old man, resembling a figure from the world of Black Clover, observed him with a discerning gaze.
They were in a spacious, bustling room filled with the hum of conversation and the soft glow of magical orbs.
The air was electric with anticipation as numerous young individuals, each hopeful and nervous, underwent magical affinity assessments alongside him.
The room was abuzz with activity, with some candidates displaying impressive magical abilities, while others showed signs of a slight hint of magic, their efforts met with words of encouragement from the spectators.
The atmosphere was lively, with cheers and applause erupting whenever someone demonstrated a notable magical talent.
After a few moments of silence, the old man nodded thoughtfully and said, "I have assessed your magical affinity... and I must inform you that you have zero affinity for magic."
Your number is 0256.
Next.
With that, the old man rose from his seat and began to walk away, leaving the young man looking stunned.
As he departed, he muttered under his breath, "Dammit, I thought I was gonna see a Supreme Enlightenment from the boy... Guess some potential just doesn't translate to magic."
The young man's eyes snapped open, revealing piercing diamond-blue irises that sparkled like gemstones.
A mix of emotions flickered across his face - disappointment, frustration, and a hint of resignation wrestled for dominance.
The room's chatter didn't cease, but the conversations nearby paused, with many turning to discuss the young man's result.
"What? No affinity? How is that possible? Even an average person has at least one affinity for magic," someone in the crowd murmured, incredulous.
"Not surprised," another spectator chimed in, loud enough for those nearby to hear.
"Look at that black hair – a sign of a cursed child. You're better off without him in this world anyway."
A third voice added, "But doesn't he have the blood of the Osborne in his veins?"
Someone replied, "Yes, but he's not truly one of them. His whore of a mother was kicked out of the family. He's nothing but a bastard with a bad omen's name."
As the young man locked eyes with the spectator who had spoken, she couldn't look away.
"Hey, are you okay?" someone asked her.
She didn't respond, too caught up in the intensity of the young man's gaze.
As she almost lost consciousness, the boy's attention shifted to an orange-haired girl with green eyes, dressed in a butler uniform complete with white gloves.
The girl stood poised, her expression serene.
As the young man's gaze left hers, the woman felt herself return to normal, gasping for air as if she had been underwater too long.
As the young man with zero magical affinity walked away, looking agitated, Olivia approached him cautiously.
"Milord, are you alright?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
Asher's eyes narrowed slightly, his diamond-blue irises flashing with intensity.
"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, his voice low and even, but his tone hinting at underlying tension.
Olivia's expression softened, and she bowed her head slightly.
"I saw you looked agitated, milord. You seemed... upset when you got your results."
Asher's gaze drifted away, and smiled wryly.
"It wasn't the results, Olivia. A , and it's driving me crazy."
As he spoke, he cast a glance over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto the woman who had spoken about him earlier.
For a moment, their eyes met, and Asher's expression turned cold.
Then, he turned back to Olivia and nodded.
"Let's go. I'm done here."
Olivia's eyes followed Asher's gaze, and she saw the woman who had caught his attention.
"Shall I prepare a remedy for the mosquito bite, milord?" Olivia replied, her voice calm but laced with anger.
As they left, a man seated in the VIP section with long white dreads and an eye patch, adorned with golden rings, watched Asher depart.
He sipped his glass of wine, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke to himself.
"What a waste, Hinoe to produce such a son... and here I thought he would at least have some spark."
The man's gaze lingered on Asher's retreating figure, his expression a mix of disappointment and intrigue.
Asher and Olivia continued to walk away, unaware of the man's observation.
"Shall we take a different route back to the manor, milord?" Olivia asked, her voice soft and considerate.
Asher's expression turned thoughtful as he gazed out at the surroundings. "I'm tired, so the carriage won't be fast enough," he said, his voice low.
Olivia nodded understandingly. "Would you like to use an alternative mode of transportation, milord?"
Asher replied, "In fact, I do."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin sheet of paper, adorned with intricate symbols and markings. The paper shimmered with a soft, ethereal glow, and Asher's fingers moved with precision as he held it in front of his face.
The paper was a Talisman, imbued with spiritual properties that amplified Asher's abilities. The symbols etched onto its surface seemed to dance in the light, pulsing with a gentle blue energy.
As Asher whispered the incantation, "Displacement Spell, the First Aquarius," a blue flame ignited on the paper, casting a warm glow over his features.
The air seemed to ripple and distort, and a slab of water materialized in front of Asher, its surface calm and serene. The water's edge shimmered with a soft blue light, as if infused with the same spiritual energy as the Talisman.
Olivia's eyes widened slightly as she gazed at the water, but she wasn't surprised one bit – she knew her master's secret.
"Shall we proceed, milord?" she asked, her voice soft and measured.
Asher replied, "We proceed."
And the both of them passed through the water. No one saw the strange anomaly, or that the two had suddenly vanished from their previous location.
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