Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Aster Wynfall—once Raze of Earth—had grown from an infant into a lively three-year-old. He could walk, talk, and think clearly, but despite his growing independence, one rule remained firmly in place:
**He was not allowed to leave the mansion grounds.**
The Wynfall estate was vast, with gardens, courtyards, and training yards, yet the high walls surrounding it always reminded him of the truth—
He was a royal child born from a concubine, and the outside world was not entirely safe for him.
Still, he wasn't alone.
Astra, his twin sister, was always at his side. If Aster took one step, she took another. If he sat, she sat. If he tried to hide, she somehow found him in seconds.
"Aster! Don't run so fast!" she cried as she chased him around the garden, her small legs wobbling.
"I'm not running," Aster laughed, though he absolutely was.
Astra puffed her cheeks. "Mama said you shouldn't leave me behind!"
"She said that because you cry if I disappear," Aster teased.
"I do NOT cry!"
She cried.
Every time.
But Aster didn't mind. In truth, Astra's clinginess felt comforting. He had never had a sibling in his past life, and now he had someone who loved him unconditionally—someone who followed him like a shadow and held his hand without needing a reason.
***
During these three years, Aster also learned about his royal family.
His half siblings—two brothers and two sisters—visited occasionally.
The eldest prince, **Leon wynfall**, was stern but polite.
The second prince, **Varus wynfall**, seemed cold and barely spoke.
The elder princess, **Seraphine wynfall**, treated Astra like a doll and spoiled her endlessly.
The younger princess, **Lyria wynfall**, was not much older than the twins but already trained in mana control.
They were polite, curious, but distant. There was no cruelty… yet there was an undeniable invisible wall between the royal children and the concubine's twins.
Especially after the Naming Ceremony.
Fire Magic was the royal family's pride.
Aster and Astra had broken that tradition.
***
After the ceremony, their father—the King—visited only once more.
He had offered their mother a place inside the palace.
"Arlienne," the king said gently, "bring the twins to the royal palace. They will be safer and receive proper education."
But she shook her head.
"Your Majesty, the palace is not a place for children with Sound Magic. Their presence would only invite criticism or danger. Let me raise them here… away from politics, away from scrutiny."
The king hesitated, then agreed.
Perhaps out of love.
Perhaps out of fear of what the court would say.
Either way, the Wynfall mansion remained their home.
***
By the time Aster turned one year old, he could already speak in full sentences—a miracle that shocked the servants and priests alike.
And along with language… came music.
He discovered it accidentally.
One night, while humming a tune from his previous life, Astra clapped her hands in delight.
"Aster, do that again! Again!"
"Like this?" he hummed.
Astra giggled. "Pretty! Very pretty!"
Their mother overheard and gasped.
"You two… your voices…"
She knelt beside them, tears gathering in her eyes.
"You both inherited it… the voice blessed by Sound Magic."
That night, she sang them a lullaby.
No instruments.
No accompaniment.
Just her voice—gentle, warm, resonant.
But what made Aster freeze was the magic woven into her words.
Her voice carried power.
The air vibrated softly around her. The mana in the room stirred as if responding to her melody. Even Astra, who usually struggled to sit still, went silent instantly.
Aster wasn't just listening to a song.
He was witnessing Sound Magic with his own ears.
When the lullaby ended, he whispered:
"Mama… your voice… it's magic."
Arlienne smiled sadly.
"No, dear. Sound Magic is considered weak here. Most people cannot use it, cannot teach it, cannot recognize it. Singers hardly exist anymore. Those born with this magic… often hide it."
She gently touched Aster's cheek.
"But Sound Magic is not weakness. It is beauty. It is emotion. It is connection. It is the rarest magic in the world."
Her eyes dimmed slightly—memories surfacing.
"It was my singing that drew your father to me… but even he does not understand the true nature of sound."
Aster felt his breath catch.
In that moment, everything fell into place.
This world had no music.
No singers.
No techniques, no culture, no industry behind sound.
It was as if music itself had been forgotten by the world.
*Is that why I was reborn here?*
*A world without music… and I am someone who used to chase it?*
His heart thumped.
Not with fear.
Not with uncertainty.
With **purpose**.
*I'm not here just to survive. Not here just to live quietly.*
He clenched his small fists.
*Mama, Astra… and this world… I'll show them what Sound Magic truly is.*
*I'll bring music back. I'll sing louder than anyone in this world.*
*I'll become the greatest singer Vornis has ever seen.*
Astra tilted her head beside him. "Aster? Why are you smiling like that?"
Aster grinned. "Because I decided something."
"What?"
"That we're going to be the best singers in the world."
Astra blinked. "Singers?"
"And we'll show everyone sound magic isn't weak."
Astra's face lit up with a smile as bright as sunlight.
"Then I'll sing with you! Always!"
Aster took her small hand and nodded firmly.
"Together."
Their voices were small now.
Their magic undeveloped.
Their paths uncertain.
But they had inherited the rarest magic in existence—
and Aster carried the memories of a life that loved music more than anything.
His journey had finally begun.