When the world rejects you, will you bow your head and accept your fate?
Her existence itself is a "mistake" - her soul is rejected by the law, and the magic makes her suffer. In the troubled times where magic and steel compete, she is the dust that neither side wants to take a second look at.
But Claire wants to carve a way out of this "mistake".
Others cast spells gracefully in the light, but she could only construct rebellious rules in the cold and twisted world of "negatives". Every draw of power is accompanied by severe pain, and every spell cast is a silent rebellion against the world order.
The back of that powerful and elegant lady in the face of the war between the two countries and her inadvertent rescue ingrained the thoughts of admiration and admiration in Claire's young heart.
"Later I heard that they called her 'The Scourge'. She was the sharpest knife of the scariest Duke in the boundless empire to the west called Fadil. She was the most beautiful, scariest, and most... Best thing I had ever seen. Like a star nailed into the darkness. I will walk towards that star. Even if I can never reach it, at least... I am walking towards the light instead of sinking deeper and deeper into the mud."
"... I want to become... Somewhat... Worthy of having met you."
From neglected garbage dumps to war-torn ruins, she is like a poisonous weed growing from the cracks, using spurned "mistakes" as nutrients.
This is the magic that belongs only to her - born of rejection, growing in pain, and will eventually become the sharp edge that pierces through all hypocrisy and iron laws.
Those who go against the flow will eventually change the direction of the river.
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Intention: In a world that denies you, use yourself as the yardstick to redefine correctness and strength.
