Transmigrated as the mysterious older brother

Long ago, in ancient books of Rafael or Rafayel, it is stated that gods roamed the lands before and coexisted with humans. No human was exempted to their blessings and everyone lived in equality, however, the lands started to lose its purity for some unexplainable reason and humans reported sightings of cracked in the sky or a shattered fraction in the air which the gods concluded that their presence may be overwhelming the lands. Thus, with great consideration, the gods retracted to their own lands and humans had lost contact with the gods.

Because of this, humans began to lose their extraordinary blessings that could shake the lands and fight the emerging shadows of the dark. They reached out to the gods with prayers full of begging and sacrifices, wishing to be spared from the cleansing bestowed upon them.

It was written in the texts that out of all the gods, only one goddess answered their prayer and used one of the precious parts of a goddess- their eyes. They used their eyes to plant two moons in the sky, to bring forth the light that the darkness fears while also enhancing the affinities of those who believed in them.

The goddess is recognized as the Goddess of purity and glory, the protector of Rafael.

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Tyrespiel stood behind the gates that opens to the arena, along with Owl- the owl- and Puccha- the fox- resting on opposite of his shoulders as apparently Owl saw the fox as his rival. A rival for his master’s attention that is.

The fox only ignored the piercing glares from the owl, its head turned to its direction whilst its body faced the front. The fox even remembered yesterday night’s chaos where the owl was lifting and spreading its wings to scare it off but since the fox had a mind of its own, different from that of the intelligence of a companion, it could not help but feel incredulous of the owl’s actions.

‘The owl resembles that of the god of livestock and harvest.’

The fox shook its head upon remembering the troublesome god and turned to the bringer of light the goddess prophesied, observing the cursed human with interest and wariness, whirls of thoughts and hypothesis of his presence danced wildly in the fox’s mind.

It could not understand the specialness he held.

‘My personal opinions might be clouding my judgment. He is the bringer of light, the slayer of the devil, and I will open his strength to what is known. That is my only purpose.’

Tyrespiel must have noticed the intense stare and turned his head towards the fox, despite the blindfold, the fox sensed the confusion in the covered stare of the human and thus, it looked away with nonchalance.

“I am impressed with how you easily accepted the fate bestowed upon your birth.”

It mused which Tyrespiel pondered about, his head turned back to the gates, waiting for the host to introduce his presence to the arena and its audience. Really, even he wonders how he accepted it so easily as if his soul and body is programmed to do so. It’s like he already knew this would happen but at the same he does not. Just like how he first woke up in this world, he fit perfectly to everything, the abilities of his body almost seemed like it was his in the first place despite possessing the body physically only. The book strayed from the plot already after he altered and interfered with many events as if he was supposed to.

He moved around without the worry of changing a thing as if he was meant to, but then you could never play by the book anymore,

“After all, nothing is played by the book ever since.”

The fox frowned by the mention of a book and before it could ask Tyrespiel, cheers echoed in the arena indicating the end of the speeches from other important persons and now Tyrespiel is called to signal the start of the second scenario.

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“Now the awaited appearance of one of the most gifted nobles in the kingdom with the gift to silence the lands and skies, one of the top elites of the academy, a member of the fight monitors, and a mysterious and fleeting persona in the rumors around us, Tyrespiel Lor Crosseart!”

The crowd yelled in unison, smiles and pride swimming on their faces and the invited nobles for the second scenario only gave silent huffs while clapping to hide the disdain in their eyes as they looked down on Tyrespiel’s indifferent figure on the platform.

From the seats of the participants, Tyrespiel could see his brother holding back his excitement and cheer for his presence, thankful that his brother listened to his request.

The host gave the magical staff to him, telling him to speak on the small orb floating on top of it.

"You must be wondering why the second category is scheduled tonight. Look up to the sky; the second moon appearing beside the first moon is a blessing bestowed to us by the goddess of glory and purity- enhancing your affinities with your attuned elements.”, Tyrespiel said.

Every native of the kingdom all knew what tonight is and had guessed the second scenario’s ‘special change’, they all looked up to the sky- the bright sky.

The first moon shined brighter than the second one, an elegant display of its purity; however, the second one is not less beautiful than its twin, like the appearance in the past, three twinkling stars accompanied it. The sky was not brighter than the two moons and three stars, like a supportive friend, it gave the spotlight to the renowned phenomenon.

From the folktales, it was said that long ago the two moons always appear together every night, allowing the dark to be casted upon with light but when they witnessed the Goddess's death, the second moon grew distant, and its visibility lessened in the sky and such event when the two are present happens only on the twelfth of Februarius.

The Goddess's left eye, the first Moon ─is the symbol of bravery, authority and glory: Bravery for knights, authority for the king, glory for the soldiers who fought for their lands. It is said that she used this to bestow justice fairly to everyone.

And the second Moon, her right eye- it is the symbol of elegance, purity and divinity. Balancing the first moon, her right eye bestows mercy which sometimes clouds her judgment.

Together, the moons bestow temporarily enhancement in the body of its believers, both physical and magical.

"Before I open the platform to the participants, I would like to first congratulate everyone who passed the first scenario. Your commendable strength brought you to this step of your journey, however, do not let the victory tamper with your abilities, you may have passed yesterday but we cannot say the same today. You are knights, magic wielders, beast tamers- the generation of new Miras.”

He paused and roamed his gaze to every single participant, his chest swelling with pride as he addressed the future that they could produce for themselves. Aside from Kaspian and his friends that were literally bawling their eyes out for the rare moment of witnessing his smile, the other participants grinned to each other- their chivalry present with the acknowledgement of each other’s strength.

“I hope to see you all passed and receive the education of our prestigious academy. May glory and victory fall upon you.”

Before he stepped down the platform, he did not forget to bow towards the balcony of the royal princes and to the participants which further inspired them to aim for victory. Tyrespiel went back to his balcony, surprised to see Roman who just recently ended his competition with flying colors as what Owl reported to him.

“Roman.”

“Brother.”, Roman gave his brother a short and warm hug, a hug that Kaspian would be dying to have as well.

“How was the event?”, Tyrespiel took a seat as he watched the start of the scenario.

“I expected more. By the way, I do not recall you having a second companion nor a pet, brother.”, Tyrespiel smiled slightly at the curiosity dipped in his brother’s wary voice and turned his face towards him.

“This is an artifact, Puccha, a fox of the dead goddess from the remnants of her temple.”

Roman was surprised to know that and frowned, “You went to the temple?”

Tyrespiel nod and carefully set the fox down on the floor as well as owl who immediately went to bother it, maybe to pester it about the attention it is being given by his own master.

“Long before.”

Seeing that his brother won’t say much about it, Roman gave a curt nod and sat on his seat, his books making him taller so that he could see the arena. The two of them watched in silence, often commenting on the fighters’ abilities. While Tyrespiel paid attention to their stance and ability, Roman was critically observant of their tactic and responses.

“That young woman does not appear to be physically stable.”, Roman frowned and Tyrespiel nod in agreement.

The woman, Isabelle, truly had no physical stability in her muscles but the overwhelming prowess in her power further enhanced her gripped towards it, thanks to the moons’ blessing. She faced her opponent with a face of determination and hunger for victory.

"I may not be physically strong but when it comes to magic. Prepare to meet the goddess!"

With such remarks, her rank activated- her pupils dilated, and her heavy aura covered the whole stadium. Anyone who is of lower rank could feel how strong she is. Even from the balconies, the nobles watched with great interest towards the clear display of her prowess, already considering sponsoring her.

Tyrespiel watched at the sidelines with amusement oblivious to a certain prince who stayed not to watch the PME but to admire the natural elegance and beauty of his sweetheart. His dark impulses growing stronger day by day and he had to suppressed it. He did not want to scare the pretty male.

Roman saw all of this and materializes a small orb in his palm, and threw it passed the prince, enough to take his attention away from his brother. Roux chuckled at the direct warning, not much different from his other brothers, he watched in amusement as Roman sent a glare towards him while showing a book from his pile.

‘Dead In Four Words: A Threat for the Living.’

Roux laughed in amusement which Konrad curiously looked over to where his brother is looking, immediately flinching at the bullet-like glare sent their ways. He gulped in fear once he read the title of the book that the young Crosseart is holding towards their direction, finding the threat horrifying as his mind convinced him that the child was not joking.

Back to the arena,

Isabelle took away the other contestant's vision and hearing making the male grit his teeth. With a limit of ten minutes, she dashed forward gliding atop the whirlwind below her feet. Once close enough, she jumped in the air ready to send a kick at her opponent's head but before it can come in contact she was swat away like some annoying fly.

"This…"

She was thrown across the platform with a huge impact, that the stage cracked, and dust flew in the air which obstructed everyone’s eyesight and made some throw a coughing fit when they inhaled it. The male opponent cackled- he lifts his right hand, and a swirling ball of dust formed on his palm.

"Goodness! A female opponent with wind magic and Invulnerability Rank, if it was an alchemist they would have to chant long words to even block that attack. All I’m saying is it is a good thing to finally meet someone I can unleash my power to."

The mysterious male smiled eerily, his scarred eyes piercing through the clouds of dust, trying to spot the defeated figure of his opponent. His smile only grew wider when he spotted her in the air- something that the audience has yet to see.

The confused audience soon saw a female covering herself in whirlwind as she floated just above the ground. They could see her utter shock that morphed into distress, clearly her second match is not looking great.

"Heads up, bitch. I'm second stage in Invulnerability rank, Sand fragment element user. I don't plan on losing this round since I have a brother to defeat in that hunt so..."

The male arrogantly stated with a grin. He had an appearance of someone who hadn't slept for years and a long tongue hanging out of his mouth with a slit in the end like a snake's. His posture was slouching but the intimidating aura he produced was enough to sense the danger accompanying him.

"And...."

His next sentence was cut off as he ran to her, a crazy smile planted on his lips.

It was too late when Isabelle reacted when a palm connected on her chest and an additional jab on her ribs was enacted on her.

She choked when she felt her lungs stopped functioning for a minute making her kneel on the ground, a terrified look on her face as she coughs blood continuously. She inhales shakily, experiencing pain whenever she takes deep breaths. It’s as if something is piercing her from the inside and squeezing her lungs.

"I don't care if you're a woman, I'll hurt you regardless!"

He smirked sadistically, seeing her writhing in pain, oh he knows the pain all too well...

"That's what will happen if you misbehave."

He started creating weird hand signs and he starts to give off a deathly aura. One that's so familiar yet unfamiliar with Tyrespiel. The user extended his palm ready to finish what he started- the killing intent evident in his stance. His movements held no hesitations as the whirlwind of sand envelops the arena which obscured the sights of the audience.

“Hey!”

“What’s happening there? I can’t see!”

“Go easy on the girl!”

As the audience on the bleachers yelled in protest about the unfairness, the sand began to resemble that of a brooding storm, one that would sweep away anything in its way and for someone like Isabelle- injured and unable to call the wind and its loyalty back to her, it is clear who would come out as victor for this much.

Amidst this storm, Isabelle was crouching on the floor, bearing sweats of fear and finality in her eyes and body as she clutches the injured part of her body. She never experienced this every in her life, the sense of death coming for her again, and the reality of her moments dawning upon her pain. She glanced with difficulty towards the unknown male, the sand accompanied by the wind felt dead and reek of a pungent smell which she could not describe which left her frowning,

'I've only been here for a week and I'm dying again, does god hate me so much?'

Seeing this, Tyrespiel jumped off his balcony and on the arena grounds with his companion flying down after him, leaving Puccha on his seat. He stood in between the participants, his glare piercing the male as he did not stop the storm despite his interference and instead, he saw the male’s smirk wider when his gaze fell upon his figure as if he was long awaited.

“I will only say this once: cease your movements this instance, participant 014.”, He stated firmly and gestured Owl to take the injured girl towards the approaching paramedics.

The unknown sand fragment wielder walked in front of him, a crazed look painted on his face. Staring at each other, Tyres saw mischiefs dancing behind those orbs glinting red from time to time- a question was created in his mind. Red eyes only belong to the family of royal blood, and aside from that, Tyrespiel deemed the man with a strong companion as he saw the bright glistens on the male’s hair.

"Ohh~ Master was right you have a rare shade of blue eyes, oh, and your eyelashes are green, yeah he is right, you are pretty...."

The male said while grinning, his eyes wide which further creeped Tyrespiel. What’s more was the male knew the shade of his eyes, even through blindfold. He frowned and stared into the male’s eyes that were changing from red to black as if it has a mind of its own.

‘Who is he? What is his relationship towards the royal family?’

The whirlwind of sand stopped mid-air, and the audience could finally see what is going on in the arena. They all held faces of confusion when they saw one of the elites standing on the arena without the injured girl in sight. All of them came to the realization that the match was over, but doubts about who won still remains. Others thought the male deserved to advance but his brutality and principles of a proper fight does not uphold the academy’s image unlike the girl who gracefully carried herself.

However, the benches are not the elite’s concern, Tyrespiel focused his gaze on the male with a sense of acknowledgement for his control over his magic. The said male never dropped his smile, each second of silence adds to the eeriness of the atmosphere and only intensified when the male took a step forward, close enough for them to share an intimate moment but Tyrespiel gags at the thought.

“So, you are the prophesied? I expected more. Mhm, I’ll let you in a secret since I am generous.”, the male gave a humorless laugh and leaned over his ear.

"No...", Tyrespiel’s eyes widened upon hearing the hushed whisper which carried the heaviness of its weight, his lips parted in a silent gasp, the sole secrecy of the statement gave him shivers of what’s to come after. He felt dizzy, and his stomach churned with his previous digested food wanting to come out in its entirety which made him cover his mouth.

“Good luck, bunny!”, The male disappeared inside the gates of the arena leaving Tyrespiel standing in shock on the platform. His breath quickened before he was snapped away from his thoughts by a banshee-looking brother of his- Kaspian, who asked if he was okay, but he disappeared in his place, leaving only the intense and uncomfortable atmosphere for the people to dwell on what happened.