THE ROSEVERIA ACCADEMY

CH–1: The Damn Whole Beginning

My name is Niyon Althrone.

Yeah, yeah, I know—you totally know who I am, right? 🤔

RIGHT!? ...

Anyway.

I’m sixteen, a boy with the emotional stability of a wet cookie and a boy with chronic bed-hair syndrome, living in a small peaceful city resting on the edge of the Magic Forest. Arcanaria’s midsummer mornings are always like this — warm sunlight slipping through wooden shutters, the wind carrying faint echoes of chirping mana-birds, and the smell of forest blossoms drifting into my room.

My shirt hangs off one shoulder like it’s boycotting me, and my hair is a mess.

IT’S ALWAYS A MESS, DON’T JUDGE, OKAY!?

I’m reading today’s news crystal about her, the Princess — my first love, my eternal love, my everything. I’ve been in love with her since childhood, and the entire kingdom knows it. Which means I got the privilege of being roasted alive on a daily basis.

“She’s royal, you’re… something under commoner!”

“If the princess wants trash, she might choose you!”

“You’re the filth in your family line!”

“She’s out of your league, out of your galaxy, out of your universe!”

Yeah. The world is full of poets.This isn’t even the real version—it’s a teaser of the insults.But I made myself a promise: someday, after eleven years of loving her in silence, I will stand in front of her and say it. Even if the world laughs.

And there’s a rumor:

If someone ranks top in Rosveria Academy of Royal Lineage & Magical Nobility, the No.1 school in the entire kingdom, famous for accepting only elite girls. Then the princess herself brings one of them into the castle.

Which means… being near her. Close to her.

So of course, I applied.hehe

HEY! ARE YOU LAUGHING!? HOW DARE— I THOUGHT YOU WOULD SUPPORT ME! ....FINE, I’LL PROVE YOU WRONG TOO!

My parents… my real family… are nothing normal. The only memory I have of them is a flicker:

My mother—a noblewoman, the strongest mage in the kingdom. My daddy they say he was a hero send by the god to protect the realms from doom.They died in a massive calamity protecting the entire realm. The world lived on, but they didn’t. I was only four back then. All I remember is warmth, light, and then darkness.

Arcanaria — The Kingdom of Eternal Magic

Magic here is alive.

It breathes, pulses, obeys laws older than gods themselves.

Every mage is born with a glowing Magical Crest — a rune marking their affinity and power.

Everyone… except me.

“And you don’t have any crest or magic like your mama and papa—what a shame!”

I turn.

“…Lucy?”

“Yes. Your annoying childhood friend. And your only friend.”

This is Lucy.

WAIT—YOU CAN’T SEE HER.

This is a novel, not an anime.

So imagine your girlfriend.

…Oh. Don’t have one? Yikes... Sorry 😔.

She has golden hair, starry eyes, skin softer than enchanted silk, and a body that makes even village aunties jealous.that makes half the kingdom jealous. She is known as the beauty of our village…

Actually, of the neighboring villages too.

And because she’s beautiful — too beautiful — all the boys absolutely hate me.

Why?

Because Lucy always plays with me, defends me, and stands by me like a protective dragon.

Sometimes the boys beat me up out of jealousy.

Not even dramatically — full-on smacking, kicking, “why is she with you!?” type nonsense.

Until one day, Lucy caught them.

And she… absolutely destroyed them.

She beat their ass so badly their souls probably respawned with trauma.

Now the boys hate me more and there’s an unofficial “ bounty” on my head:

“Catch Niyon: bring him tied like a goat so we can ask WHY LUCY LOVES HIM SO MUCH.”

Yeah. Friendship to her sure is painful but still.

She’s been with me since we were kids. She’s the only one who believes in my dreams, the only reason I’m still sane, still alive, and still allowed to stay in this village. Her grandfather is the village head, and because of Lucy—and the sacrifice my parents made—he takes care of my expenses.

Lucy sits on my bed, popping her cheeks.

“Seriously, Niyon, you’re still talking to yourself?”

“I’m NOT talking to myself! I’m talking to the people reading me!

YES, YOU. READER. HI.”

“ By the way, how long you have been listing to me?” i ask embarrassed and blushing

“ let just say when you are telling about you chrush ” she said laughing

“she is not my chrush she is my love!” i blush even deeper

“ you know what ? No one understands you when you talk to yourself,” she groans through laughter. “Anyway… remember when you—”

she tries to stop laughing—

“and I applied to Rosveria Academy?”

“So you came to make fun of me? I can SEE it in your stupid shiny eyes.”

“Hahahaha—okay, okay! Sorry!” She sits beside me, close enough that her hair brushes my shoulder. “You know what? We got selected.”

My soul leaves my body.

I sigh dramatically and look at her sadly. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m not selected—”

Then my brain actually processes her words.

“wait”

“We… are… selected?”

“Yes.” she nod exited

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?”

I scream so loudly the forest birds panic and

her eardrums probably filed for divorce.

My brain completely shuts down.

“H-How… how did they accept me?” I ask, blinking like a broken magical lamp. “A boy. In that academy? My brain is rejecting this information like expired dragon milk.”

Lucy crosses her arms, thinking so hard her forehead almost forms wrinkles.

“I don’t know why that rule exists, but Roseveria takes one boy every thousand years. ONE. And it never made sense to me either. Why choose a boy every hundred years in a girl-only school?” She scratches her head aggressively, like the answer might fall out.

“Anyway, it’s good for me!” I say smugly. Then, smirking at her, “See, Lucy? People use their brains — so they increase — but yours refuses to grow.”

She gasps. “Increase? Did mine explode from overuse?”

“…Nevermind,” I sigh. “Just tell me how YOU know all this. You’re not pranking me, right? Because making jokes about my dreams is NOT allowed. Punishable by death… or tickles.”

Lucy snorts. “Niyon, I would never make fun of your dreams.” Her voice softens, sincere for once. “The truth is… I received two letters. One for me. One for you. Both from Roseveria Academy. I opened mine — obviously — and it said I’m selected and should get ready for the upcoming entrance exams.”

She pauses, then flashes a mischievous little grin.

“And… I got curious. So I opened yours too.”

“WHAT!? You opened MY letter?? Okay fine whatever — what did it say!?”

Lucy clears her throat and reads dramatically:

Dear Niyon,

First of all, congratulations. You are unbelievably lucky to have even been noticed by our system.

Honestly, your owl probably hates you, because he delivered your letter in shockingly good condition. This is suspicious and absolutely not normal.

But regardless, your admission is accepted. You must pass the entrance exam, and only then will you be officially enrolled in Roseveria Academy.

—Roseveria Academy

Lucy lowers the letter with a tired sigh.

“That’s… actually what it says. I didn’t change a word.”

I rub my temples. “This sounds more like sarcastic trash-talk than congratulations.”

Then, without thinking, I wrap my arms around her.

“Thank you… for everything you’ve done for me. And everything you still do.”

Lucy stiffens — not expecting the hug — then hugs back with a warm, protective squeeze.

“That’s new, coming from you,” she teases softly. “But yeah. A crybaby like you needs someone watching his back.”

“I am NOT a crybaby!” I puff my cheeks like a pufferfish.

“Yes you are,” she says sweetly. “A loud one.”

She tugs my cheek playfully and steps back.

“H-Hey! Stop! I’m not a crybaby! At least… not right NOW…”

My face burns red as I hide it behind my hands.

Lucy laughs — the kind of laugh that makes the morning feel brighter.

“Alright, Niyon. Be ready. Roseveria Academy awaits.”

She leaves with a flick of her hair.

The room falls quiet.

“Yes… Roseveria awaits,” I whisper.

A strange, familiar tingling rises in my chest — the same one haunting me for eleven years.

And soon… finally…

It’s going to stop.