☐Age 7☐
"Sylvester! What are you doing?"
Sylvester looked at his father then at the boy who he was sitting on. The boy was on all fours and making strange sounds. Sylvester shrugged his shoulders.
"He told me to step and sit on him for his sorcerer's stone"
Young Slyvester held out the grey crystal that seemed to shimmer in the light. His father had a complicated expression on his face. Dahl Ridinghood detached his attention from his oblivious son and to the boy grunting under his son's non-existent weight. He appeared to be the same age if not younger than Sylvester.
So what in One's name is happening?
"Boy, what are you doing?"
The boy, who had been too concentrated on the fact that he was being sat to notice Dahl, finally raised his head. The boy had uncommon black hair and eyes. His skin…wasn't that choppy. His below average appearance proved the boy was in fact a commoner. Why is a commoner in the Duchy forest? The boy opened his mouth.
"A-another Al..fon..so?"
Dahl's mind blanked.
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☐Age 17☐
Sylvester was upside down for some unknown reason. The room was dark but he could make out most things. His whole body felt cold and the sensation of something crawling under his skin was unmistakable. He was pretty sure he was paralysed. Is this the way I die? It felt so bland. Couldn't I die with a gigantic explosion at least? He was in his final year of the Academy. Couldn't he have finished school before being kidnapped?
There was no light in the room, natural or sorcerical. Sylvester closed his eyes and internally felt around at his solar plexus. As expected. His Central Node was depleted. Forcefully. Very thorough. He would have praised the kidnappers if he wasn't battling the hopelessness of death.
Unfortunately, he was gagged and his hands bound behind his back, so he couldn't shout for help or attempt to reach anything in the barren stone floored room. I wish I had talked to YeJoon. He would have told him not to rummage through his drawers when he died. The horror.
["Are you just going die like this?" says SS]
["He can't die! I just got here!" says LF]
["Damn. That sucks" says CE]
["But don't sweat. Our дорогой will make it" says CE]
["How? There's no Deux Machina in the real world, dumbass" says LOS]
["Forgot" says CE]
["Dumbasses" says RI]
["Stop friendly firing" says LOTM]
The voices in his head were getting quite annoying.
-If you have nothing to say, shut up will ya?
["..."]
[[Voices] have gone to slumber]
Better.
After what felt like forever, the singular door opened. Sylvester's hair stood on end as figures entered the room. The light from behind the door was far from sufficient but he could make out their gender from their silhouette. One man and one woman.
Two-man army?
Did it really require only two people to kidnap him? Sure he wasn't the strongest, but aren't two just calling him weak? He was a Challenger mage dammit!
The two just stared at him.
Anything to say you dung spawns?
Sadly, he was still gagged so he resigned to just glaring at the figures. The man turned towards the woman fully.
"Switch on the lights"
What lights? He never saw any lights. Sylvester watched as the woman waved her hand as if shooing away something. Being the mage he was, Sylvester noticed Energy rapidly pooling in her Central Node then vanishing again. But what sorcery she was casting was beyond him. He closed his eyes.
Then white light literally appeared engulfing the room. His closed eyelids didn't spare Sylvester in the slightest. For a moment, all he could see was yellow.
My eyes!
Oh, to be blind so young.
Silence coiled around the room as Sylvester adjusted to the sudden brightness.
What was that?
A ball of pulsating yellow hovered above the figures. He had to squint his eyes to look at it. Instantaneously, the temperature in the room increased to the point precipitation formed on his skin.
Is that a chuffing sun?
Sun mages are rare. Even in the mage city. A Sun mage being a kidnapper? No wonder he lost.
I guess I'm not weak.
With his pride restored somewhat. He assessed the culprits.
Even upside down, Sylvester could tell that the woman was tall. A head taller than the man. If he had to guess she was at least 6'2.
Her blonde hair was tied in an odd looking ponytail that wasn't common in Sybl. She's a foreigner. She was wearing a common grey runic robe. The small sun's light blocked most of her features but it was obvious that she had black eyes. No staff or wand. A Conjuror.
The man, well, he was basic. Screw him.
But it was the man that first stepped towards him. His face was impassive as he looked at Sylvester up and down. Don't look at me, creep. Not bothering with Sylvester's murderous stare, the man circled him to Sylvester's growing disgust.
"So this is the Spring Maiden Constitution," The man spoke with liquid ease. As if his handsome face and voice held profound meaning. "He really does look like a woman."
If Sylvester wasn't paralyzed and gagged, he would have thrashed and bitten the handsome dude.
This whoreson! I'll gladly chew out your intestines in front of your father's cremated ash before making you a half sibling! You Doggone son of a man whore!
["Our дорогой is getting creative" says CE]
Didn't I say you button it?
[[Voices] have gone to slumber]
The man kept on looking at Sylvester, especially his…lower part? Upper? Whatever, the man was looking at his crotch.
I feel disgusted.
"Now all we have-"
A small sun collided with the man's head, incinerating it in an instant. Sylvester's eyes widen like saucers.
What in One's name?
He gulped and glanced at the woman.
Her hand was still suspended in downward motion before she put her hands akimbo. She let out an exaggerated sigh and looked at the headless dude.
"It went all according to keikaku at least"
Her voice is…honestly pretty bland.
As if she heard him, the woman turned to Sylvester. For once, he thanked the paralysis or else he would have been shaking like a leaf.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lauren Nernia, Archmage of Sun"
A noble. ASun mage. An Archmage.
A woman kidnapped me. Feels good.
Suddenly the woman smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
"You're my disciple now!"
What?
"So I'm kidnapping you again ~✩"
?????
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☐Age 21☐
Kim YeJoon chuckled as he down the rest of his beer.
"Let me get this straight. She forced you to cram the rest of the syllabus and then take the graduation exam immediately after? In the first term?"
Sylvester nodded solemnly. The glass of orange juice in his hand didn't feel cold even though it was full of ice. The tavern was particularly empty that morning, considering it was raining.
His childhood friend had grown a lot. His body was more muscular and compact, much unlike the skinny pervert in the forest.
Nowadays he heard that he had a harem of women. The ones who used to top their year, actually. But it wasn't an unforeseeable outcome, Kim YeJoon was an intriguing person whose common sense doesn't align with others making him an object of interest even in the Academy days.
Plus he was a Greater Expert. Not the orphan pathetically swinging his sword.
"YeJoon, would you consider-"
"I'm not converting"
"Tch"
Why not? Sylvester couldn't understand why anyone can refuse the One's salvation so vehemently. Dejected, Sylvester sipped his OJ as he looked out the window.
"By the way Alfonso, I wanted to tell you this since you're my friend"
"Shoot"
"I am a transmigrator"
"..."
Okay?
What was he even supposed to say?
"What's a transmigrator?"
It wasn't the first time Kim YeJoon pulled words from his arse. Things like 'femboy' and 'BDSM'. Words that aren't even in the Sybl Lexicon. But what is "Transmigrator"?
"..."
"..."
"Seriously?"
"Go draught a manhood"
Kim YeJoon made a complex expression before sighing, frothing on his stubble like an aging mage.
"I'm from another world called Earth."
"..."
"I died then my soul possessed this body."
"..."
"To me this is a fantasy world, like the stuff in books back on Earth."
"..."
"Though i don't know if this world is based of fiction media like other normal transmigration"
"..."
"I'm Korean by the way"
"..."
Carefully, Sylvester drew Energy from his Central Node and formed a sorcery rune under the table.
[Spark]
"AAhhhh! Ohhh! Hehheheh~"
Pervert.
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☐Age 22☐
"Disciple come here~. I made a new sorcery~"
"What is it?"
"I call it [Immortalize Hue]! Or rather [Shikisō o fumetsu ni suru]! It makes a colour maintain itself for, theoretically, all of eternity!"
"..."
"Say something or I'll flambé your testicles with vodka"
"It's…convenient. But it's not practical in battle"
"Battle Junkie baka"
"Housewife"
"..."
"..."
"I'll spare this 'Full body pillow', or whatever the fuck it is, if you dissolve that sun in your hand.
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☐ Age 27☐
"What do you want written on your gravestone?"
"That's a grim question to ask on our wedding night"
"It's a reasonable question"
"How?"
"Well, I'm too happy. That can't be. I'm going to get character development. I know it!"
"Hm. Sure. You first."
"Alright! I want to write 'A Russian girl dreaming of Japan' on mine"
"Then mine will be 'A Sbyl boy dreaming of a Russian girl'"
"You-wha-that's-not-but-wait-huh-can't. Ahhhhh"
"Come here you damn masochist"
"Ah~"
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☐Age 37☐
Sylvester walked in the grandiose hallway. Nostalgia clouded his eyes as he stopped by a mirror. He had grown taller but not by much, his overflowing pink hair had been braided by Lauren the night before and he now held a lofty position.
Duke of The South and Mage Supreme of Sound.
He removed his white gloves then put them back on. Barely months had passed after [Voices] were sealed but he felt more stable than he had in a long time.
Dad really knows his stuff.
Scouring through sorcerical tomes for months at his age must've been difficult. Especially when he was a swordsman. I should send some gold to him and mum. As the only son, it was Sylvester's responsibility, which he did gladly.
From far off, footsteps reached his ears. Sylvester turned towards the direction and waited. A youthful maid was practically sprinting to him. He found it oddly comical.
Sylvester waited for the maid to catch her breath, yet the maid wasn't the type to wait.
"Patriarch -hah- The Duchess is -ha- requesting help with the Young Master"
"Which one?"
"The 32nd, Young Master Raymond"
"I'll go"
Sometimes, taking care of kids was harder than becoming a Magus.
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☐Age 10☐
He was sprawled on his father's desk as the older man was reviewing a paper. Sylvester looked at his dad and squinted his eyes. His father genuinely looked like a woman.
How do I know he's not a she?
It's time to try out the ultimate distinguisher YeJoon taught him.
"Dad, how old are you?"
"26 in three months"
"Say sorry"
"Sorry"
His Dad was indeed a Dad.
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☐Age 1☐
"Patriarch! The Young Master is starting to speak"
Dahl leaned closer to the baby Sylvester cradled in his arms. His ear was so close to the baby's face that every breath would be like a gust of wind.
"Fa-tt-tt-fa"
"What is he saying?"
"Fa-eeee-ttt"
"Huh, speak up Sylvester"
"Fa-i-t"
Fight.