Being born into a noble devil family is...
fine, I guess.
We live in a big mansion. The food's fancy. The floor is shiny enough to see my
face in it. There's a guy with glowing eyes who brings me cookies if I look
bored enough.
My name's Radhan Gremory. I'm five years old. I'm the younger twin of Sirzechs
Gremory, the pride of the family.
He's smart. Strong. Magical.
I'm… not any of those things.
And honestly? That's okay.
People think I should care more.
"Don't you feel jealous of your brother?"
"Don't you want to be strong too?"
"Don't you wonder why you don't have the Power of Destruction?"
Not really.
Trying to outshine Sirzechs sounds exhausting. So I don't try. Problem solved.
"Radhan, are you paying attention?"
That's the tutor again. I nod. "Yes, sir."
I am technically paying attention. I just don't find ancient devil treaties all that interesting.
Sirzechs is already done with the scroll, probably memorized it too.
He's sitting with perfect posture like a noble prince.
I'm halfway lying on my chair, drawing a rock on the side of my parchment. A floating one.
No reason. Just thought it looked cool. At night, I stare at the ceiling of my room. Sometimes I stare at the sky.
Sometimes I feel… heavy. Not sad, just... like my body remembers something
It's probably nothing. Maybe I was someone else before this life. Maybe not.
Either way, I'm Radhan now.
I don't have powers. I don't have plans.
But I've got a warm bed, soft pajamas, and a house full of people too busy to notice me most of the time And honestly? That suits me just fine.