The twins turned five years old.
In the Kingdom of Vornis, five was a symbolic age—an age where children of noble blood were formally introduced to the nation. And for royal children, the tradition was even grander:
A Debutante Ball.
It was the day when the youngest prince and princess would be presented to the entire noble society for the first time.
The Wynfall Mansion glowed with lanterns of silver-blue light. Carriages lined the streets outside. Nobles from every province of Vornis arrived in jewel-studded attire, eager to witness the rare appearance of the king's youngest children—children born from the king's only commoner concubine, and more importantly…
…children who did not awaken Fire Magic.
Whispers filled the hall long before the event began.
"What kind of magic do they use?"
"I heard they're white-haired like their mother."
"Sound Magic… was that not a forgotten type?"
"Will they even be useful to the kingdom?"
"I'm curious. Just what sort of children are they?"
And then—
The doors opened.
The hall fell silent.
Two small figures entered, holding hands.
Aster Wynfall and Astra Wynfall.
Dressed in pure white garments embroidered in gold thread, their white hair glowed under the light, giving them an almost angelic appearance. With matching silver eyes—rare and crystalline—they captured every gaze instantly.
They did not look weak.
They did not look like children born from an abandoned magic.
They looked radiant.
Even the nobles, trained to maintain composure, could not help but stare.
"Aster," Astra whispered, tugging his sleeve, "so many people…"
Aster squeezed her hand. "It's okay. We practiced, right?"
Astra nodded timidly.
They walked forward with their mother, Arlienne, who looked as beautiful as moonlight itself—yet her hands trembled slightly. Today, her children would show the world who they were.
And she had no idea what they planned to do.
***
One year earlier, when Aster was four years old, he had made a shocking discovery:
He could create sound—not just sing it.
He could produce music from his imagination, shaping melodies out of thin air. He could vibrate mana into soundwaves that carried emotion, rhythm, and even harmony.
But there was a problem.
It drained his mana instantly.
He collapsed the first time it happened, scaring Astra nearly to tears.
But he improved. Slowly. Steadily. Carefully.
Now, at five years old, Aster could create a full melody—**one song's worth**—before his mana ran out. And in that single song, he poured everything he had remembered from his past life.
One melody came to him again and again.
A beautiful, haunting piece from Earth—
"Ordinary".
He rewrote the lyrics entirely, transforming it into a song about their mother:
About the miracle of having her.
About the love she gave them.
About the warmth that shaped their new lives.
He taught Astra every note, every breath, every expression.
Astra, with her naturally clear, pure voice, learned quickly.
Their harmonies blended perfectly, like twin echoes of the same soul.
And today… they would show it to the world.
***
When the formal introduction concluded, the king stepped forward.
"Today," King Valor Wynfall declared, "I present my youngest children—Astra of Wynfall and Aster of Wynfall. May the Light guide their futures."
The hall applauded politely.
Then the king added, "The children wish to perform something."
Silence fell.
Perform?
The nobles exchanged confused glances.
"Perform what?"
"Magic demonstration?"
"No, Sound Magic hardly counts."
"What can children even do?"
Aster and Astra stepped forward.
Their mother blinked rapidly, confused.
Even the king frowned slightly—he had not expected a performance.
Their half-siblings stared, curious and tense.
Aster inhaled slowly.
Astra followed.
Aster whispered, "Ready?"
Astra squeezed his hand. "Always."
Then—
Music filled the hall.
A soft, warm melody arose from nowhere, created by Aster's mana—gentle strings, distant bells, a delicate hum of harmony.
Gasps echoed.
"What magic is this?"
"This isn't just sound—this is music!"
"Is this… Sound Magic?"
"I've never heard anything like it!"
And then the twins began to sing.
Their voices intertwined—Aster's deep and steady for his age, Astra's bright and pure—creating a duet unlike anything Vornis had ever heard.
Their new lyrics floated through the hall:
"Blessed are we,
For love found us twice—
In the warmth of her arms,
In the light of her eyes."
"Mother, our star,
Guiding night into dawn—
In this life you gave,
We learn how to be strong."
Aster sang with the memories of two lifetimes.
Astra sang with a heart that simply adored her family.
Together, their voices radiated emotion so raw the air around them shimmered.
Their magic vibrated like ripples in water.
Nobles froze, stunned.
Servants wept openly.
Mana-sensitive mages felt the resonance down to their bones.
It wasn't just a performance.
It was a miracle.
In the center of the hall, Arlienne covered her mouth, tears streaming silently.
The king stared, shocked and speechless.
The royal siblings gazed in awe.
No fire magic had ever produced something this beautiful.
No magic had.
As the final harmony faded, the hall remained silent—breathless, overwhelmed.
And then—
Thunderous applause erupted.
Shouts. Cheers. Tears. Nobles rose to their feet in a standing ovation.
"A masterpiece…"
"Is this truly Sound Magic?"
"It moves the heart in ways fire never could…"
"Unbelievable. These children…"
"They may change the future of Vornis."
Arlienne ran forward and pulled the twins into her arms, sobbing into their hair.
"My babies… that was… that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard…"
The king approached slowly, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Aster… Astra…" he murmured. "Your magic… your voices… this is not weakness."
Aster smiled gently.
"It's Sound Magic," he said softly. "It can be strong too."
The king could only nod, stunned.
The hall buzzed with emotion long after the performance ended. The nobles' gazes had changed—not pity, not skepticism, but awe.
The forgotten magic had awakened.
The debutante ball meant to introduce two children…
…had introduced legends.
And as Aster held Astra's hand and looked at the cheering crowd, he knew—
This was only the beginning.
Together, they would bring music to a world that had forgotten it.
Together, they would rise.
Together…
they would become the greatest singers Vornis had ever seen.
*************
The Unforgettable Night:
The twins' song marked the end of the debutante ball, and as the final notes faded, Aster and Astra ran straight into their mother's arms. Arlienne knelt, embracing them tightly as if she could shield them from the entire world with nothing but love.
"You were… incredible," she whispered breathlessly. "I have never been prouder."
Seraphine, their elder sister, hurried over with sparkling eyes. "You two were adorable! Astra, your voice is like a jewel—oh, and Aster, you sounded so grown-up!"
Even Leonwyn, the stern eldest prince, stepped forward and gave a small nod. "You did well. Very well."
It was the greatest praise they would get from him.
Soon after, the nobles trickled out, still murmuring excitedly about the unexpected miracle performance. The king left with a strange, conflicted expression on his face. Some claimed he was proud. Others whispered he was simply stunned.
But one thing was certain:
The kingdom would not forget this night.
***
The moment the family returned home, the impact began.
The media—the magical newspapers, mana-crystal broadcasters, and even gossip scrolls—exploded with headlines:
"Royal Twins Deliver Heavenly Performance!"
"Sound Magic Awakens After Centuries—A New Era Begins?"
"Prince Aster: The Child with a Voice to Rival the Gods!"
"Astra Wynfall Stuns Nation with Angelic Harmony."
For the first time in Vornis history, music—true, structured, emotional music—had shaken the world.
And Aster knew this was only the beginning.
***
After the ball, Aster threw himself into research.
He remembered physics from his old world. Frequencies. Vibrations. Resonance. Wave manipulation.
If Sound Magic could create melodies and rhythm…
what else could it do?
He tested everything he could:
Resonance magic — vibrating objects at controlled frequencies.
Mana harmonics — infusing mana into sound to amplify its effects.
Directional sound — projecting voice like a focused beam.
Emotion-based singing — where the mood of the singer changed the power of the magic.
Astra trained alongside him every day.
Her progress was just as fast—sometimes even faster.
With their mother guiding their voices and Aster guiding their techniques, the twins became unstoppable.
Years passed like a melody.
***
Now, Aster and Astra were seven years old.
Today was a meaningful day.
A day of celebration for many.
The Queen's birthday.
And also… Arlienne's birthday.
Their mother.
The concubine the queen despised.
Every year, the palace held a grand celebration for the queen—luxurious, massive, attended by nobles and foreign guests.
But Arlienne had never once been invited.
Not because she was unimportant…
…but because the queen wished she didn't exist.
As a result, Aster and Astra always spent this day quietly at the mansion, celebrating their mother's birthday with simple decorations, a homemade cake, and gifts they made themselves.
This year, Arlienne had already prepared tea, desserts, and soft music for their private celebration.
But Aster had different plans.
He clenched his small fists as he stared at his reflection in the window.
His silver eyes gleamed with determination.
Mother deserves more than hiding in the shadows.
She deserves recognition.
She deserves to be seen.
The palace would be filled with nobles right now. The media would be everywhere. Every influential figure in the kingdom would be present.
And the queen—smiling, adored, celebrated.
But Arlienne?
She would remain forgotten.
Overlooked.
Erased.
Not today.
Aster turned to Astra, who was brushing her long white hair.
"Astra," he said quietly. "We're changing the plan this year."
She blinked. "Eh? But… Mama already set the table."
"I know." Aster stepped closer, lowering his voice. "But don't you think Mama deserves a better birthday than hiding from the queen again?"
Astra's eyes widened. "Wait… you're not thinking—"
Aster smiled.
A mischievous smile.
The dangerous kind.
"The queen has her birthday ball," he said softly. "But today is Mama's birthday too."
Astra gasped. "Aster! Are we going to the castle?"
"Not exactly." Aster shook his head. "We're not crashing the party."
Astra let out a relieved sigh—
"—we're performing at it."
Her sigh caught halfway.
"We're WHAT?!"
Aster crossed his arms. "This year, everyone will remember that today isn't just the queen's birthday. It's Mama's. And we're going to make sure the whole kingdom knows who the real star is."
Astra stared at him.
Then she slowly covered her mouth.
"You're… amazing," she whispered.
Aster smirked. "I know."
"But… how will we do it?" she asked anxiously.
Aster turned toward the window, looking toward the towering silhouette of the palace in the distance.
"Don't worry," he said softly. "I've been preparing something for two years."
A magic that the world had never seen.
A song that no one could ignore.
A plan only possible because he was once Raze—
the failed singer who was reborn to rewrite the meaning of music.
"Tonight," Aster whispered, his eyes glowing,
"we give Mama the best birthday of her life."
And far away, in the grand palace illuminated by thousands of lights,
the queen's celebration continued—
completely unaware
that the royal twins were about to steal the entire show.