Demon Hunter in Scarlet

As a child, I was nearly killed by a demon, and ever since, the only thing I've cared about is becoming a blood knight. Using the mana inside my blood to protect others from the monsters that plague the world. Eight years I devoted to training, and finally, I was ready to be tested. My blood was measured and assessed, laid bare for all to see. And it was found wanting. I was given the lowest rank possible, just barely meeting the requirements to take the prestigious Sanguine Academy entrance exam. But I aim to prove them wrong.

The midterms are over, and I’ve succeeded, not only in passing, but I’ve also managed to increase my blood rank from E to D, something that’s never been done before. With all my recent successes, I should be satisfied with my progress. Not a chance. Cromwell’s don’t settle, and I’m not going to stop until I climb to the very top and stand proud next to my sister and all of the other prodigies at S-Rank. But it was foolish of me to believe I could defy the natural order of the world and just climb the ranks freely and that there wouldn’t be consequences. 

Once I finished repairing my broken well and coming to terms with the fact that I was in love with both Tess and Nera, I expected to return to Sanguine and recover, not get into a fight with my sister, leaving part of Sanguine destroyed. After my fight with Gwen, everything is perfectly clear. With my ascension to C-Rank, I now have power beyond even an S-Ranked Blood Mage. But I can no longer keep my abilities hidden. Desdemona Ingram, the headmistress of Sanguine Academy, knows about my blood, and the only thing she sees is a tool.