All my life, I had been considered great, the best, and all sorts of words that keep me at the top. I mastered fire spells that'd take even talented mages dozens of years of practice to learn. Compared to me, most people were definitely lesser beings. I always believed that. But becoming the best was never my ambition. It was merely a stepping stone, one I needed to be praised by my father.
I always just looked up to father. His majestic Aura completely takes you off guard, no matter how many times you've seen him. And all my knowledge about fire magic was taught to me by him. Yet, he never showed us any acknowledgement unless we excelled at something.
Then I learnt the importance of having a person wrapped up around your fingers. Whenever I saw people as impressive as nobles or even army commanders suck up to him, and see his face that showed power, I knew I had to becomes charismatic.
Well, there are many types of charisma. Strength, wordplay, and many other types. But ruling through strength seemed obvious, and I was not born with a snake's tongue, so I planned to rule through love.
I've heard countless tales in men and women alike who were blinded by love, and I've also heard of the great kingdoms that were brought to ruin by lust. And so, if I get people to fall in love with me, or have a lust for me, I could easily control people.
And thanks to my father, I won the genetic lottery. I simply worked out my body, and every women who saw me fell for me. I've made even the Shiroko and Doneil Ducal houses' daughters to fall for me.
When I visited the King alongside father, I also managed to make the princess fall for me. Though, I had to rid some shame as a man by having an 'accident' of my towel slipping off infront of her. Honestly, royalty girls are so stubborn. I even managed to make the prince as a good friend in the same day.
Eventually, when the king had decided to lawfully allow homosexual marriages, I even had several letters from other boys as well. Well, I was glad as long as I had a lot of people under my control.
Then, one day, my brother died. I had known he had signed himself up for a year to work as an army soldier and that he would be fighting on the front lines. The last letters we exchanged were about how his life on the front lines was, and the very next week, we held his funeral. That was when I realised, my dad didn't like me for my achievements, he liked me for the glory I could bring to his name. That day, I lost a great brother, and a man I held as a hero in my heart for several years.