Morning arrived over House Rosenfeld.
The northern sun slowly climbed above the distant mountains, painting the snow-covered world in pale gold and silver.
Thin layers of frost glittered upon rooftops.
Cold winds drifted across the estate grounds.
Servants had already begun their daily work.
Knights changed patrol rotations.
The kitchens filled with warmth and the scent of freshly baked bread.
Everything moved according to routine.
Everything appeared peaceful.
Hidden within the branches of a towering pine tree overlooking the eastern wing of the estate—
Scholar Mirielle, Priestess of Knowledge, prepared herself for a day of observation.
She held a notebook.
Three ink pens.
A small magical recorder.
And enough determination to terrify any ordinary scholar.
Today she would uncover the secret behind Kel Rosenfeld.
The impossible heir.
The boy who had shattered centuries of celestial theory.
Surely his daily life contained clues.
Surely.
The scholar adjusted her glasses.
Then opened her notebook.
Research Log: Day One
Objective: Observe Subject's Daily Activities
A moment later—
Kel's bedroom window opened.
Mirielle immediately straightened.
The hunt had begun.
Morning
Kel stepped out onto the balcony.
His silver hair reflected the morning sunlight.
A dark robe hung loosely over his shoulders.
His expression remained calm.
He simply stood there.
Breathing fresh air.
Several minutes passed.
Mirielle stared.
Waiting.
Nothing happened.
She wrote:
"Subject appreciates fresh air."
A pause.
"Still suspicious."
The scholar underlined the sentence.
Because she refused to believe someone like Kel could actually be normal.
Then the young heir returned inside.
The Priestess carefully followed.
Using concealment spells.
Moving between rooftops and trees.
Inside his room—
Kel prepared for the day.
Nothing unusual.
No secret rituals.
No forbidden books.
No mysterious celestial techniques.
He simply bathed.
The scholar blinked.
Then wrote:
"Subject bathes."
A pause.
"Like a normal person."
The sentence physically hurt her.
Next—
Kel opened his wardrobe.
Several outfits were neatly arranged.
Dark noble clothing.
Training uniforms.
Winter cloaks.
Formal attire.
The young heir spent several minutes choosing.
Then selected a simple outfit.
Mirielle watched carefully.
Surely there was some hidden meaning.
Perhaps color symbolism.
Political messaging.
Strategic implications.
Ten minutes later she admitted defeat.
The clothes simply looked comfortable.
The scholar crossed out three pages of increasingly ridiculous theories.
Training Grounds
Eventually Kel reached the training grounds.
The moment Mirielle saw him draw his sword—
Her excitement returned.
Finally.
Something interesting.
The training field remained empty.
Fresh snow covered the edges.
The cold wind carried tiny crystals of ice through the air.
Kel stepped forward.
Then drew his sword.
A faint silver glow appeared.
Aura.
Immediately the Priestess focused.
Her notebook was ready.
The next moment—
Ten aura swords manifested behind Kel.
Floating silently.
Orbiting him.
The scholar nearly dropped her notebook.
Then another appeared.
Then another.
Soon twenty floating swords surrounded him.
The sight was beautiful.
Terrifying.
Elegant.
The Sovereign's Orbit Sword Arts.
Mirielle had read reports about it.
Yet witnessing it personally felt entirely different.
Kel continued experimenting.
Some floating swords transformed into daggers.
Others became spears.
Several changed into axes.
One dissolved into countless particles.
Then reformed again.
The scholar wrote frantically.
"Subject casually performs things that should require years of study."
She paused.
Then added:
"Research becoming emotionally exhausting."
Several hours passed.
Kel continued refining techniques.
Testing possibilities.
Exploring applications.
Not once did he appear satisfied.
Not once did he stop learning.
The Priestess slowly realized something.
The reason Kel improved so quickly wasn't talent.
Well.
Not only talent.
It was consistency.
The boy trained constantly.
Relentlessly.
Without complaint.
Without shortcuts.
Without excuses.
That realization surprised her more than the floating swords.
Mountains
Training eventually ended.
Kel mounted a horse and headed toward the northern mountains.
Mirielle followed discreetly.
The mountain paths were covered in snow.
Cold winds howled between cliffs.
Ancient forests stretched endlessly below.
Monsters roamed these regions.
Dangerous creatures.
Predators capable of killing experienced adventurers.
The scholar expected caution.
Perhaps tactical planning.
Instead—
Kel hunted them.
Casually.
A giant frost beast charged.
A floating sword appeared.
The monster died.
A winged predator descended.
Another sword appeared.
The monster died.
A third creature emerged from beneath the snow.
It also died.
Mirielle stared.
Then wrote:
"Subject engages in recreational monster hunting."
After a moment she added:
"Monsters appear deeply dissatisfied with this arrangement."
Several monster cores later—
Kel simply returned toward civilization.
As though nothing extraordinary had happened.
Marketplace
The young heir entered the city market.
Mirielle followed.
At this point she expected another secret.
Perhaps hidden meetings.
Political contacts.
Underground organizations.
Something.
Anything.
Instead—
Kel bought vegetables.
The scholar stared.
Then looked again.
Still vegetables.
Carrots.
Potatoes.
Onions.
Various herbs.
The same ingredients normal people purchased.
Mirielle slowly lowered her notebook.
"Why?"
The question escaped unconsciously.
The answer arrived shortly afterward.
Kel returned to the estate.
Then entered the kitchen.
The Priestess immediately regained hope.
Finally.
The secret.
The truth.
The hidden mystery.
Then she watched Kel bake muffins.
Muffins.
Ordinary muffins.
Soft.
Warm.
Sweet-smelling.
The scholar spent several minutes processing reality.
Then wrote:
"Subject possesses culinary interests."
A pause.
"Research status: deteriorating."
Afternoon
The muffins were distributed.
Kel handed some to younger cousins.
Some to younger siblings.
The children became visibly happy.
Laughter spread through the estate.
The atmosphere warmed.
Even the servants smiled.
The Priestess watched silently.
Something strange happened.
The scene felt... ordinary.
Comfortable.
Human.
Not the behavior of a monster.
Not the behavior of a genius.
Not the behavior of someone destined to reshape history.
Just...
Someone caring for family.
The realization lingered.
Aria
Later—
Kel personally handed muffins to Aria.
She accepted them.
The two spoke briefly.
Nothing particularly important.
Just casual conversation.
The scholar listened carefully.
Hoping for secrets.
Instead she learned Aria preferred warm pastries during winter.
An utterly useless discovery.
Mirielle wanted to cry.
Evening
Dinner arrived.
The Rosenfeld family gathered together.
Conversations filled the hall.
Laughter appeared occasionally.
Kel participated naturally.
Not dominating discussions.
Not showing off.
Simply existing among family.
The scholar watched from afar.
Her notebook remained open.
Yet she found herself writing less and less.
Because there was surprisingly little mystery.
Kel trained.
Worked.
Learned.
Hunted.
Cooked.
Helped people.
Ate dinner.
Then prepared to sleep.
Normal.
Disturbingly normal.
Night
The moon rose high above the estate.
Kel finally returned to his room.
The lights gradually dimmed.
The estate became quiet.
Mirielle remained hidden atop a roof.
Her notebook contained dozens of observations.
Yet somehow—
No answers.
Only more questions.
The scholar sighed.
"How can someone so extraordinary live such an ordinary life?"
The question haunted her.
Then—
A familiar voice suddenly echoed nearby.
"Lady Mirielle."
The Priestess froze.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
She turned around.
Three temple attendants stood behind her.
Their expressions were completely exhausted.
The lead attendant looked ready to collapse.
"We finally found you."
Mirielle blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then smiled awkwardly.
The attendants did not smile back.
Not even slightly.
Several moments passed.
Then the lead attendant grabbed her sleeve.
"You're coming with us."
The Priestess immediately protested.
"My research—"
"No."
"But Kel—"
"No."
"I'm close to a breakthrough—"
"Absolutely not."
The attendants began dragging her away.
The scholar desperately looked back toward Rosenfeld Estate.
Toward the room where Kel had already gone to sleep.
Toward her unfinished research.
Toward the greatest mystery she had ever encountered.
A single tear almost appeared.
Meanwhile—
Inside his room—
Kel quietly listened to Sairen laughing inside his mind.
"Your stalker got captured."
Kel closed his eyes.
"Good."
"You aren't curious what she discovered?"
A pause.
Then Kel answered.
"That I like muffins?"
For several seconds—
Even Sairen became silent.
Then her laughter echoed through his consciousness.
And somewhere along the northern road—
A frustrated Priestess of Knowledge was being escorted home while clutching a notebook full of observations that somehow revealed nothing and everything at the same time.
The first day of research had ended.
And the scholar's greatest discovery was perhaps the most unbelievable one of all.
Kel Rosenfeld was terrifyingly extraordinary.
Yet somehow—
He remained completely, frustratingly human.