Aner||A land of magic and various creatures

Aristide in one of the worlds could have become a copy of his father. Just as bold, unscrupulous, and would have completely ruined the country. But his mother, while she was still alive, wisely sent him to her sister for upbringing. The father didn’t even notice the disappearance of yet another son. He simply didn’t care about his country, his children, or anyone else. All he cared about was eating and seeing handsome boys in his chambers.

His aunt did a lot for him. She was an alpha, a tall and very beautiful lady, three times a widow. And she died in the arms of sixteen-year-old Aristid. She was killed—for disobedience to the crown—by the hands of a young man. Moreover, this happened outside their country. Aristid remembered that moment forever: they were sitting in her palace, another residence, but in a neighboring country to theirs. Aristid was carefully creating something while sitting on the floor. He wasn’t very good at it, but he was creating something like darkness. Suddenly, intruders burst into the house. Just as Aristid tried to do something, both of them were grabbed. The young man was harshly struck in the stomach, but when he tried to resist and created something resembling a blade of darkness, the man ran away, but his aunt was pushed right under the blade. She died painfully because the object pierced right through her eye, gradually entering her brain and pushing it out from the other side. He grabbed her, cried, and tried to heal her with his light magic, which could always cure people. But it was too late. Her brain had come out through her eye and fell to the floor. There was a lot of blood. He wept even more, killing everyone in the room. Then a wave of hatred ignited in the young man’s soul...

At that very moment, he began to gather an army. Once he succeeded, he went straight to the capital. His father, by then literally falling apart, surrendered without a fight. He was publicly executed.

After that, Aristid began to fight. He started doing everything possible to strengthen the country. He created schools, gave rights to ordinary omegas—doing all he could in just a few words. This could continue for a long time, as during his ten years on the throne, he completely immersed himself in work. He had no time for anything but work. He personally visited remote provinces and went on tours to different countries. Because of this, he became quite popular among the people. But no one knew why he always wore gloves and very closed clothing. The reason was two kinds of magic: dark and light magic. The people loved only the latter. But Aristid sealed the light magic, trying not to kill anyone, since it was by his own hands that he killed his aunt. They had exploited his unstable character and the fact that magic was unsealed at that time. Witnessing her death was terrifying. There was also a major purge in power. But no one was supposed to know about this magic. The situation left a scar, though invisible to most: his hair turned white, with only the tips retaining their natural black color.

Now, everyone was thinking about securing heirs for the country. Therefore, another aunt, also an alpha lady, started looking for a groom for her nephew. But at the same time, the parents of an omega wrote to them themselves, asking that he be taken as a husband. Aristid liked the young man’s portrait, and soon the young man came for a meeting with his parents. Aristid didn’t really like his parents—they were harsh and wouldn’t let their son say a word. But there was nothing to be done. So Aristid only talked to them briefly and then stepped aside with his fiancé. Aristid led the young man to the garden and left his parents in the palace. Sitting on a bench, he sighed heavily.

— So? Do you even want this marriage? I’ll understand if you don’t. I’ll try to do everything possible to make you comfortable.

Only when he received an affirmative answer was he able to calmly walk back to the palace with him. He happily communicated with everyone, clearly more benevolent at that moment. His aunt was already using her ice magic, showing how the hall could be decorated. Yes, that was her only ability. They soon agreed on the approximate arrangements for the wedding, the date, and the number of guests. The young couple didn’t really take much part; Aristide only occasionally voiced his thoughts: sometimes refusing to invite some duke to his wedding, sometimes insisting on inviting someone specific. Aunt Aristide, whose name was actually Asteria, quickly handled the invitations. Asteria was clearly very serious about it.

After that, the omega family was sent to the guest quarters. Aristide himself just said goodbye to his future spouse and went to his room to start dealing with paperwork. Realizing the border was becoming dangerous, he began writing a letter. But before he could finish, his aunt called him to write the invitation cards. The palace near the capital was already bustling with preparations for the wedding of the two. Aristide, wanting to contribute something personally to the wedding, asked his aunt what he could do. She replied:

— You’re a mage. You can create the flowers that will decorate everything. Preferably in the same colors as the rest.

Indeed, Aristide created many flowers, which required a lot of mana—more than he had in abundance. So he used some artifacts that stored mana. Very soon, the flowers were ready and stood in fairly large pots in the designated hall. They decided not to postpone the wedding; it would be held in two weeks.

Almost everything was managed by Aunt Aristide. She did everything possible and barely slept. Asteria worked tirelessly to create all the beauty everyone would admire.

In the end, she finished everything on time. The dishes for the wedding were ready. Aristide had his suit for the ceremony, and the next day it would all take place.

And so, the day arrived. Aristide woke up, and a few maids groomed him—did his hair, basically a high ponytail with a loose bang. Aristide was still wearing gloves, refusing to take them off under any circumstances.

The ceremony was lavish. There was an enormous amount of food, alcohol flowed freely, and guests joyfully congratulated the couple. But unfortunately, Aristide overheard something. How the parents of his future spouse were speaking disdainfully to someone, saying they had been ready to kill their own son if he didn’t get married. Aristide wanted to attack them on the spot but restrained himself and ignored them instead. Still, anger burned in his chest: how dare they discuss such things openly at the wedding? And with such cheerfulness that Aristide was literally sickened. Not to mention, on the very first day of their arrival, when he wanted to talk about the wedding, he had overheard