The Nosterio Empire boasted three legendary heroes: the Dragon King, the First Mage, and… the Unknown. The official story painted the Unknown as humanity’s greatest sacrifice. Noble, glorious, untouchable. But Nox knew better. History had been forged. Truth buried under lies. And now… he was that bloodline. One of the Unknown’s descendants. Nox Moon… just a boy. I wanted a quiet life. No power struggles. No hero worship. No fanfare. Could he survive in this world without revealing his identity? Could he live peacefully when everyone—nobles, mages, the underworld—might recognize his blood in his veins? The night wind whispered through the city, carrying the weight of history—and a single, burning question: where is my brother and this dama curse of goddess