BLACK CLOVER:The singularity mage

Time skip 2 months:

The morning sun filtered through the stained glass windows of the quaint countryside church, casting rainbow-colored beams onto the stone floor. The peaceful sanctuary stood still, save for the slight creaking of wooden pews and the rustling of footsteps—three girls had arrived, each with a purpose, a secret, and a name whispered too often in their hearts: Grim Aragon.

Noelle Silva walked first, chin raised with royal pride, but her heart beat with anxious trepidation. Mimosa Vermillion followed behind, her gentle smile betraying the nervous flutter in her chest. Lastly came Nebra Silva, arms crossed and scowling as usual, though her gait slowed at the entrance as if something about the church made her uneasy.

Inside, Sister Teresa greeted them with a warm, knowing smile. "Welcome, young ladies. It's rare to have nobles gracing our humble church."

"Spare us the pleasantries," Nebra said, brushing past the doorframe. "We just… had something to ask."

"Oh? And what might that be?" Teresa said, her voice like silk laced with mirth. She led them to a bench.

Noelle, pretending to look around casually, was the first to speak. "That commoner boy lived here for a while… Grim Aragon. Do you know where he is now?"

Mimosa smiled sweetly. "He's very… interesting and. We just want to know how he grew up, that's all."

Nebra looked away with a flushed expression. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just curious about the type of commoner who thinks he can stand beside nobility."

Sister Teresa chuckled quietly. "Oh my, you girls are subtle. But not subtle enough. I know exactly why you're here. It's because you're all in love with Grim, aren't you?"

All three froze.

"I-I am not!" Noelle barked.

Mimosa blushed furiously, twiddling her fingers. "W-What makes you say that…?"

Nebra snapped, "Tch! You're delusional, Sister."

Teresa leaned in, her wise eyes sparkling. "Each of you came here under the pretense of curiosity. But you've all asked about his habits, his likes, his dislikes… the way his eyes look when he smiles, the foods he enjoys… That isn't curiosity. That's affection."

Noelle's mouth opened but no words came out. Mimosa sank deeper into her seat. Nebra's glare sharpened like a dagger.

The sister smiled and turned to the altar, whispering as if in prayer. "He's grown quite loved, hasn't he?"

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Flashback: Eleven Years Ago – Hage Village

Mimosa was only four when it happened. She had wandered too far from her carriage during a visit to the outer regions, curious and unafraid, until the ground trembled and a grotesque magical beast emerged from the forest. Its eyes were filled with malice, its fangs glinting like daggers.

She screamed.

Then, a blur of golden hair and crimson eyes stepped forward between her and the beast.

Grim Aragon.

He looked no older than four, wearing tattered clothes and a crooked grin that screamed mischief. But his presence… felt overwhelming.

"Oi, beastie," Grim said, grinning with the confidence of a king. "You really gonna roar at a lady like that? Disgusting manners."

He raised one hand.

"Singularity Magic: spiral circle."

The beast shrieked as the ground beneath it buckled, its body crushed under the sheer pressure of Grim's spell. The monster collapsed, unconscious.

Grim dusted off his hands. "Tch. I thought it'd last longer."

Mimosa, frozen in shock, could barely speak. "T-Thank you…"

Grim turned to her and grinned again, crouching down. "You alright, princess?"

That moment, those words, that smile—Mimosa's heart was never the same.

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Flashback: Sister Teresa and Grim – The Church Years

Ten years ago, the lonely church bell rang one rainy night, and Sister Teresa found a soaked, bruised boy at the doorsteps. Golden-haired and red-eyed, with a wicked grin and snark to spare grim ran to the royal capital and come into the church that sister Teresa take care of.

"Yo, old lady. Got food?"

She'd raised an eyebrow. "Only if you can behave."

"Debatable," Grim replied with a grin.

What began as reluctant hosting turned into years of laughter, bickering, and a bond closer than blood. Grim was a handful—stealing cookies from the altar kitchen, falling asleep during prayer, and teasing the choir girls—but he always helped those in need, patched the roof, and protected the orphans from bullies.

He'd sit with Teresa under the stars, asking, "Do you think people like me can be happy someday?"

And she would smile and say, "You already are. You just haven't realized it yet."

She watched him grow into a charismatic, confident boy—one who never let his pain show.

"He never stopped pretending to be invincible," she told the girls, eyes misty. "But deep down, he was just scared of being forgotten. So he became unforgettable."

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Present Day – Church Conversation Continues

Teresa poured them tea as the girls composed themselves.

"He likes quiet places," she began, "but he also oddly enjoys crowds. Says the noise lets him show off."

"Hah. Of course he does," Nebra muttered, but the corner of her lips twitched upward.

"He's a bit of a bastard," Sister Teresa added, surprising them. "Snarky, smug, and more than a little overconfident. But he's kind, genuinely. He helps the sick, carries firewood for the elderly, and reads to the orphans."

Noelle stared down into her teacup. "He's… complicated."

"His likes include lavender, warm food, being praised—though he pretends not to like it—and people who are loyal. Dislikes? Nobles who look down on others, spicy food, lies, and reminders of his past."

The girls listened closely, hearts racing.

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Grim's Room – Somewhere in the Capital

"Master Grim, you're thinking of them again."

Grim blinked. The calm, noble voice echoed in his head.

"Great Sage. You're back."

"Always, Master. You really are oblivious, you know. Three noble girls visited your hometown church today, asking all about you."

Grim blinked. "What? Why would they—? No, no. They're probably mad at me or something. Maybe I insulted them by accident."

Great Sage chuckled. "Mad? Oh, Master, you're as dense as a neutron star. They are enamored with you."

Grim scoffed, flopping onto his bed. "Tch. Doubt it. They glare, shout, and walk away. You sure you're not glitching?"

"Unfortunately for you, my calculations are precise. You saved Mimosa. You befriended Noelle without judging her magic. And Nebra… well, let's just say she's in tsundere denial."

Grim grinned mischievously. "Tsun-what?"

"Never mind. Just know this—they're fighting for your attention harder than the Magic Knight captains fought to train you."

Grim stretched. "Whatever. I'm not anyone special."

"You're the most special," Great Sage said softly. "Even if you can't see it yet."

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Back at the Church

The three girls eventually stood to leave, each burdened with a racing heart.

"I'll tell him you visited," Sister Teresa teased.

"No!" all three shouted in unison, then quickly quieted down.

Sister Teresa chuckled as she watched them go. "Ah… young love."

As they left, each girl thought of Grim in their own way:

Noelle, her pride warring with admiration. Mimosa, her heart already his. Nebra, confused, angry, and lost in longing she refused to admit.

Far away, Grim lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Great Sage…"

"Yes, Master?"

"…You think one day, I'll really be happy?"

"You already are. You just haven't realized it."

And for that night, Grim allowed himself a small, smile and said... I'll enjoy this life to the fullest.