DISCLAIMER!!! I DO NOT OWN *BLACK CLOVER* IT BELONGS TO YUKI TABATA!!!!
*Asta* a boy with no magic, or as others see it as 'Mana', he is the only user of 'Anti-Magic', he holds the Five-Leaf grimoire, which resides a demon within it. *Asta* is seen as the village failure/disappointment because of his inability to form magic, and his appearance reminds them of the "Witch of the Hut" in a far valley from the village, while his foster brother, Yuno, is seen as the pride and joy of the church and village, for his ability with his magic, which is "Wind Magic", and the fact that he looks like a prince.
*Asta* is just a persona that Anthony used to fool everyone because he followed his parents' words and never showed his true self until the day he received his grimoire at the age of fifteen years old.
Anthony Aster Emerald Staria Diamonda, or Anthony A. Emerald S. Diamonda, the son of Matthew Sapphire Diamonda, the First Son of the Diamonda Family, and Lichita BlueBell Staria, the First Daughter of the Staria House.
Anthony is a user of a special type of "Sealing Magic", he is the third holder of "Gem Creation Magic" and he holds "Anti-Magic" because his mana is known by Liebe. Anthony has two grimoires, the Five-Leaf and the Six-Leaf clovers.
Anthony's appearance is a mix between his parents, and he has perfect manners, as well an aura that is a valley filled with soft songs and the scent of Aster flowers after a stormy night, plus his voice is a strong, kind, and loving feel, when Anthony sings his voice is smooth and calming with pure emotions behind his words.
Enjoy the book and see you in my next book.
And remember, if you work hard for what you dream, you will get what you dream in the end.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.