[Amelia's POV]
Luck.
Some people are born with it. Some aren't. That's just how the world works.
I was one of the lucky ones.
Born as the only daughter of Duke Nightshade—one of the Four Great Houses, one of the strongest men in the Human Domain. My father built this house from nothing, rose to heights most people can only dream of.
He's not just strong; he's respected. Feared, even.
But with me? He's just... Dad.
The man who ruffles my hair and tells me I can be anything I want to be.
My mother wasn't a warrior. She had a low-rank core and never trained for combat. But she was kind in a way that had nothing to do with power. Capable in her own right, running the estate with a steady hand that made everyone respect her.
She was loved by everyone in the city—when she walked through the market, people smiled and waved. She taught me that strength isn't just about mana or swords—it's about how you treat people when no one's watching.
And then there was Nana.
