Synopsis
Lestia spent her childhood in the slums hawking flowers, living with her uncle who drank too much and could barely keep them afloat. The night her uncle decided to hand her over to settle his gambling debts with local muscle, everything shifted. "Take your hands off her." A cluster of attractive young men materialized and dispatched the thugs without effort. Then they told her something that made no sense. "We're glad to see you at last, sister." Turns out she was the daughter of the Duke of Verchester—a bloodline famous for producing mages across generations. The claim sounded like fantasy…
