My name is York· Kross), Cross is a symbol of power, many people dream of being a part of the Cross family, but I hate this surname from the bottom of my heart, I hate my origin, I hate the Church of Light, and I hate the mission that haunts me. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

My home is on the west side of the Vassilian capital city of Lori, directly opposite the Shining Star Castle to the east of Lori, the symbol of the kingdom's power. However, people say that the castle of our Cross family, although smaller than the castle of the Shining Star, is a more important center of power than the castle of the shining star. As a child, I didn't know what they meant, what our family's position was in the kingdom, and I didn't know that the church to which our family was loyal was in control of the kingdom a hundred years ago. All I know is that when I walk down the street, people look at me with a look of reverence that is deeper than when they see His Royal Highness the Prince.

When I was three years old, my aunt Arya Cross disappeared from our family's castle for several months, when my father told me that she had gone for an important task for the good of our family. Aunt Arya had always been very nice to me, she would take me to the sun in the courtyard, prepare me snacks, tell me bedtime stories, etc., almost like my mother, but she was not treated well by everyone but me in the castle. My mother died of blood loss after giving birth to my brother Jack Cross, I was only two years old at the time, and I barely remember anything, but what impressed me was that when Aunt Arya passed me by with me in her arms that day, I saw the servant take my brother out and immediately put him in my father's arms, and then my father left with my brother in his arms, ignoring my mother who was lying in the room with severe blood loss. I remember that the servants brought out bottles of red liquid in glass bottles, and I would never have imagined that it was my mother's blood. My mother died, and no one in the castle grieved except me, and I later learned that my mother's surname was Stirling, and that she was the eldest daughter of another great family of the church.

The people in the castle treated Aunt Arya in the same way as they did with my mother, and I slowly noticed that the men and women in the family were treated quite differently, and that Aunt Arya was more like a maid who took care of me. The whole castle was afraid of my grandfather, Neil Cross, who was the person I feared the most when I was a child, because I was so frightened that I cried when I saw his beast-like eyes. But he was always very kind to me, and from time to time he took care of my literacy and handicrafts, which Aunt Arya taught me. But the look in his eyes when he looked at Aunt Arya was even more terrifying, the look that looked like he had seen something dirty that I had never seen in the eyes of anyone else looking at me. Aunt Arya would come back every once in a while during the days when she was out on a mission, and every time we met, I felt that she had become more unhappy than before, and I once childishly asked her who had bullied her, and she smiled reluctantly and said, "If only I could decide my own mission." I didn't know what she meant at the time, but years later, I remembered her again and again. After several meetings that grew more and more timely, my father suddenly told me one day that Aunt Arya had died because of the mission and would not be coming back, and that I was four years old. My two-year-old brother Jack asked me what death was, and I told him that death was like my mother who gave birth to him and never came back.

When I was five years old, one day I saw a blonde uncle in a gray robe with a stubble face appear at the house, and he said to his grandfather and father with a happy face, "It's a boy", but my father was expressionless at his words, and my grandfather only said one word - "Get out!"

Later, after another two years, my father began to instill in me and Jack the importance of the mission of the church and the importance of lineage, saying that we Cross family were born to be superior because the blood that flowed in our bodies was much more noble than theirs. He told us that the Church of Light worships Bella, the goddess of love and peace, and that I have seen the altars of the goddess in several places in the castle, but I have hardly seen anyone in my family pray to the goddess. My father said that the mission of the Church is for the greater good, which is incomprehensible to the untouchables of the world, and he said that when we grow up, we will naturally take on the mission of the Church, and then we will be able to feel the greatness of the Church. From then on, my father began to teach us daily lessons about magic, saying that it was to prepare us for the future, but he only taught us knowledge and principles, and never taught us any magic. The man who gave us a lesson was Gaca and he was the butler of our Cross house.

The butler named Gaca, Jack and I didn't like him very much, because he was always obscure, mother-in-law, always talking about how good the church was, and then flattering me and Jack were talented. Gakatha was also a member of the Church, and only a small number of people in the entire family castle were not members of the Church, but those were servants at the lowest level. Gaka said that he didn't have a high status in the church, otherwise he wouldn't just be a housekeeper who taught us every day. During those days of listening to Gaca's lectures, he secretly taught us a secret technique, which he said was the secret technique of transmitting encrypted information between people in the church, which is usually only learned after joining the church, and this time he secretly taught us without the consent of my father and grandfather, and asked us not to say it. Jack and I were thrilled to learn the secret art of the Church, and once we did, we used to send messages to each other, playing treasure games around the castle, secretly speaking ill of others, and laughing at Gaca's long-winded butler. Jack and I agreed on the steps and gestures to decipher the message, and we used our initials as the final step in decryption, thinking that no one would be able to see what we wrote, but Gacca always knew what we had written, and he often recited what we wrote in front of us in the next class, which embarrassed us but didn't know how he did it.

When I was ten years old, Gakka stopped teaching us about the principles of sorcery, and it was then that our grandfather, Neil, appeared to us and told us why he didn't teach us sorcery. He said that spells are becoming less and less trusted on this continent because of historical reasons, people are afraid of this kind of power that can be cast to destroy other people or things, and our enemies of the Church of Light in the country have taught them to have a fanatical love for spells, and if it weren't for the king's intervention, the people would not have let these guys who study spells every day rise overnight. Our Church of Light is where it is today because of the spiritual skills that we have passed down from generation to generation to establish the nation of Vasilian for Targarion I. Our spirituality depends on our bloodline, which he says is one of the reasons why my father emphasized the importance of bloodline to us many times. Psiloy is different from sorcery in that it works on our own changes from within us, as opposed to sorcery, which exists primarily for destruction, so we can use psychic to have an advantage over the Kingdom Church in public opinion. But we only don't know how to use spells, but secretly we still need to study spells in depth, because only by understanding the enemy can we better defeat him.

So, from then on, Jack and I began to learn the spiritual arts that our family had been passing down from generation to generation.

My father taught me and Jack in the basement of the castle. The entrance to the crypt, which we had never discovered before, was hidden behind a statue of the goddess Bella in the courtyard of the castle, and my father said to us solemnly as he led us both down the steps: "Here is the truth of the Church and the mission of our family." "The basement was so big, like an underground labyrinth, that it seemed like the whole castle was empty, and my father had led us around several turns below, and without him I was sure we would have lost our way down there. Along the way I saw a lot of forks in the road with a locked gate at the end of the road, and my father said that they were all off-limits, and that we were not allowed to enter those areas now, and that we did not have the ability to do so. I didn't understand what my father said, but seeing that he didn't explain it to us, I didn't ask.

He took us to a place where there were many scrolls and many potion bottles, it was like a storeroom, and everything had a mysterious sense of mystery, and just as Jack and I were looking at this amazing novelty, I suddenly saw on a row of shelves what I had seen eight years ago, what I was puzzled by at the time but now creeps - the glass bottles containing bright red liquid that the servant had brought out of my mother's room. Seeing that my expression suddenly became serious, Jack asked me, "Brother, what's in that bottle?" He said flatly.

Then my father told me that he had told me that our family's bloodline was very important, that it was the key to spirituality, so the blood of people with pure church blood was also of great value for study. He said that the valuable thing our mother left behind was the bottles of blood besides the two of us. At that time, I felt very sick when I heard my father's words, and I began to ask myself what this church is, what is the mission of the church, what will make them so twisted, will I become like them when I grow up and join the church?

At the end of the day, we were led back to the ground by my father, and as I walked past a locked gate, I was sure I heard the voice of my grandfather, Neil Cross, and I saw that my father and Jack had gone to the front, so I boldly put my ear to the door to hear what my grandfather was doing down here. As a result, I vaguely heard him say to the other people, "Is the mage already here?" and according to the plan...... and when I was about to continue listening, I suddenly realized that I had been carried from behind, and I looked back to see my father's angry face.