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Seventh Prologue

By HB

 

Prologue



Lyle Walt was born the eldest son of the prestigious Count Walt House.

He was supposed to inherit the family name, wealth, and legacy. That was his destiny.

But reality had other plans.

One day, he lost a decisive contest against his flawless younger sister—Celes Walt. Beautiful, talented, and beloved by all, Celes overshadowed him in every way. The result? Disinheritance.

Cast aside like a failed prototype, Lyle was exiled from the house he had once called home. Defeated in both body and spirit, all that remained of his pride was a hollow shell.

And yet, just before he left, he obtained a mysterious object.

A blue jewel.

Inside it were the skills and memories of the past heads of the Walt family—seven generations of ancestors, all brought back as lingering consciousnesses within the gem.

At first, Lyle thought he had found salvation.

Surely, with the guidance of his powerful and wise ancestors, he could rise again, reclaim his name, and forge his own legend.

…That naïve hope didn’t last long.

Seven people meant seven different opinions. Seven different egos. Seven wildly clashing philosophies. Far from offering him wisdom, they bombarded him with insults, scolded him for his incompetence, and sighed at his lack of backbone.

“Pathetic,” one would mutter.

“Have some pride, boy,” another would snap.

Still, even amid their bickering and mockery, they didn’t leave him. And perhaps—just perhaps—that was what Lyle needed most.

Thus begins the story of a disgraced noble son, guided (and often tormented) by the ghosts of his family’s past.

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