The church was in full party mode, the two fifteen year old orphans were the cause of the celebration upon the old church. Even way out in Hage, or the 'sticks' as some might say, the small orphanage knew how to celebrate in such a time. Both Asta and Yuno had come home with their very own Grimoire. While the ceremony had shown that Asta had not received a Grimoire, his Grimoire had come to him after the ceremony had taken place. After it was confirmed that Asta hadn't stolen it and was permitted to use it, it was official.

Asta had his Grimoire, despite it's appearance that's what it was.

Sister Lily, was more than happy to throw the celebration despite the head priests reservations on the matter. She knew that once the Magic Knight Exams began in six months, both Asta and Yuno would leave the church to chase their dreams to become the Magic Emperor. Ever since they were children, both had wished to achieve this dream. To Lily, it seemed that Asta would have the hardest time trying to achieve his dream because of his lack of Magic, however he had made his first step to becoming the future Magic Emperor and so had Yuno.

"Sister Lily!" Lily had to hold in the urge to blow the excited teen away, the constant talk of marrying her only concreted the fact that she was far above marrying age and he was just rubbing it in. It was her own decision to become a Sister and to renounce the subject of marriage. Sighing gently she turned to the approaching ashen haired teenager, his new Grimoire planted firmly in his grip not having let it go the entire evening. She couldn't help but smile at his excitement; she was overjoyed to learn that he had obtained his Grimoire and wouldn't be singled out because of his lack of magic power.

"Yes Asta, what can I do for you?" Lily was already prepared for it; hand on her Grimoire ready to enchant the spell to deal a water fist she had used ever since he was young. Yes it may have been over the top, but Asta never learned despite her constant explanations of why she couldn't marry him.

"I'm going out!" Lily had to blink, where was the profession of love, the begging of being his wife that she was all too familiar with? Before she knew it, Asta was already running for the door of the Church, Father was already yelling after him to put his dishes in the sink but he was long gone before the Father had even finished. It was odd, Lily felt slightly... jealous? No it couldn't be. Asta was still the same and she was glad he wouldn't be all over her like prior times, but something deep down always enjoyed Asta's attention.

A small frown came to Lily's face before a hand was placed on her shoulder and she looked up to see Yuno standing there, his usual stoic expression on his face. He simply nodded to her making the Sister sweatdrop, what was that supposed to mean? Deciding to let it go, she went to attend to the other children under her care.

Asta didn't care that it was coming on dark, it's not like he hadn't spent the night out training before. Sure he would be away from Sister Lily but he knew it'd be worth it. He had wanted to train as soon as he got his Grimoire, but the events that happened with that Rogue Magic Knight Lebuty made for an investigation so he and Yuno had been hindered by that, then the Father of the Church wanted to hold a party. But now it was his time. He'd spend the night learning everything he could about his Grimoire, longer if need be. He had six months until the Magic Knights Exam and he wasn't going to fall behind Yuno, he was going to use every ounce of time he was given.

Finding his usual training spot, under the skull of the defeated Demon that had wreaked havoc through the Clover Kingdom in the past. Quickly he set to making a fire, to illuminate the interior of the forest that had grown in the ruins beneath the remains of the Demon. Once the fire began to give out it's light, Asta sat close to the flames, Grimoire in hand as he read over the few pages that housed actual writing.

The first page he flicked was the attribute of the spell to summon the sword he had used to defeat the defected Magic Knight. It had no incantation and the page was difficult to read, being aged and worn. He didn't understand most of it and what he did wasn't enough to know what it was truly capable of. In his excitement, he flipped the page to see what else his Grimoire had to offer. A frown came to his face as he continued to flip through pages that remained blank.

Asta knew how the Grimoire worked, he had wanted one for so long that he even studied, well got Sister Lily to help him understand the basics of a Grimoire. The book itself would fill with spells once the user was ready. But by the emptiness of the book, it just showed that he wasn't ready to advance.

"Gah! I've only got one spell! This sucks!" Asta cried falling back onto the grass, arms held above him with his Grimoire in hand. It might have been a tattered old tome, but Asta felt a connection to it, this was his Grimoire. Rubbing his hand against the cover, he smiled. He had waited so long, now he had what he needed to become a Magic Knight before going on to become the Magic Emperor "Then I'll marry Sister Lily." He grinned to himself. "One more look!" He declared before sitting up so he had the light of the fire on his side as he went searching through the page, just encase he missed something. But they were all empty, just as he had seen the first time.

With a groan he placed the Grimoire on the ground, closed with the back facing upwards. Placing his hands behind him in the grass intent on leaning back on them, however as his right hand pressed into a grass something cut his hand causing him to wince and pull his hand to examine the cut in front of him. It wasn't anything serious, but it did bleed considerably covering his palm in red.

Shaking his hand gently to see if it would wash away the pain, but it didn't instead blood flicked from his hand across the grass in front of him, a few splats of blood landing on the back of his Grimoire, without him knowing. Taking to blowing on the cut, raising his hand to his face, he missed the glow of the intricate circle on the Grimoire before him.

"Ow, ow, ow." He whined, as he wiped his hand on his dark blue jacket. Now that the blood was wiped off, he looked at the cut. However, that's when he caught sight of the light. The glowing circle had seemingly grown from the back of the Grimoire, now surrounding him as it spread out across the grass. Swallowing nervously Asta rose to his feet, he was about to pick his Grimoire up, but saw that it was the catalyst of the magic circle. Retreating from the circle he turned to look back at it, without him being within it, it seemed to glow more brightly.

Soon enough, the light grew to a blinding whiteness forcing Asta to cover his eyes with his arms as a gust of wind almost blew him off of his feet, but he held strong as he braced himself against the unnatural force. Soon the wind died down and so did the light, slowly Asta removed his arms from his face as he looked upon what had happened. The first thing he saw was his Grimoire, now floating before him, open to a page with a picture of some kind of cup printed across it with what looked to be a man with a sword standing behind it.

"I ask of you." Asta's eyes were on the person that spoke, someone that had not been present prior to the blinding light. "Are you my Master?" Asta was speechless for seemingly the first time in his life.