He is a bastard. The last of a once-dead noble clan. He has nothing—no name, no fortune. His father was a rebel executed for organizing a conspiracy against the Emperor. He had no childhood—only brutal training, only sweat, blood, and suffering. And then, out of nowhere, he develops magical abilities—only it isn’t just magic, it’s black magic. He has to study at the Academy, or die—such is the law. It will be hard to study for a penniless outcast, so pathetic against the backdrop of rich and noble people. Everyone feels obliged to insult him, to hurt him. But that’s for nothing. The boy isn’t simple at all.