A slave has no future.
He is merely the little slave of Levyia, the duke's daughter, her private property.
He has no talent for magic, no aptitude for knighthood, and only the cramped world the ducal estate allows him.
Until he summoned the God of the Underworld, harbinger of the end, with his own blood.
“Do you want power, little one?”
The god gave a demonic laugh, and the authority of the God of the Underworld fell into a slave's hands.
As the powers of many nations vie for the “Forbidden Spell Mage,” few know that he is a lowborn magic apprentice.
The villainess, the Saintess of the Holy Radiance Kingdom, the princess, the elven princess... Each has her own motives, but they all want to leave a mark on him that belongs to her alone.
If I can't escape my chains,
then I'll make them crown me.
