"Oh, I have a gift for you too, my prince," Quin said, stepping forward.
He instantly took out a spatial bracelet and presented it to Aron.
The bracelet was crafted from a diamond-like, expensive material, shimring like a rare jewel.
Seeing the innocent curiosity in Aron's eyes, Quin explained, "This is called a Spatial Bracelet, my prince. Now that you've awakened, you can store anything you want inside."
Aron's eyes sparkled with interest, clearly delighted by the gift.
"Thank you, Uncle Quin! I like it," he said earnestly, admiring the bracelet on his small wrist.
"Ah, your highness, we have gifts for you as well."
Sen, Sienna, and the others stepped forward, eager to present their gifts and earn the young prince's favor.
So presented High grade swords, daggers, powerful treasures, accessories, rare jewels, law stones, garnts made from dragon skin, and many other priceless items.
After Aengus's subordinates finished presenting their gifts, the guests and kings also stepped forward, offering theirs with deep respect.
By the ti the ceremony was over, Aron's spatial bracelet was nearly full from the sheer number of gifts he had received.
He felt a little overwheld. Many of these treasures were things he had never seen before—priceless items that others could only dream of obtaining—yet they were all being handed to him so easily.
Of course, he was happy, but he wasn't naive. He understood that not everyone here had co out of love or respect for him. Many were simply showing obedience because his father stood beside him.
However, this realization didn't discourage him. Instead, it fueled his determination. He vowed that one day, he would reach the sa heights as his father—on his own.
His mind was already set with determination to grow strong.
Aengus chuckled, sensing exactly what was going through his son's mind.
His warm hand fell gently onto Aron's head, a silent gesture of support. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire
Aron only looked at Aengus and blinked in response.
After the gift-giving session, it was finally ti for the long-awaited reward ceremony—where the Emperor himself would bestow honors upon his most loyal subordinates.
The entire hall fell silent. Everyone had been anticipating this mont.
Even Aron and Christiana, though young, watched with curiosity, following the adults' reactions.
General Leon, like many others, held his breath in anticipation.
Under countless curious and expectant gazes, Aengus called out a na.
"Drake, step forward!"
Instantly, all eyes turned to Drake Silvermoon and Yona Silvermoon, their expressions filled with envy at him being chosen first.
Like an unsheathed blade, Drake stepped forward, his posture steady and composed. His head was slightly lowered in respect before Aengus—his brother-in-law.
Now a mature and seasoned warrior, he carried himself with an air of calm calculation, his once youthful recklessness replaced by quiet confidence.
"Drake, I hope you're done blaming for your sister's disappearance?" Aengus asked with a light chuckle.
Drake was montarily flustered, then lowered his head slightly. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I should have never blad you."
His voice carried genuine regret.
Aengus smiled warmly. "It's fine. But I must say, I'm surprised you turned that pain into your motivation to grow stronger. And now, you've reached the level of a Star Dominator. I'm impressed!"
Drake hesitated for a mont before replying, "T-thank you..."
Aengus nodded. "So, tell , what do you want as your reward?"
Drake glanced at his wife, Yona, her hands gently resting on her pregnant belly. With a determined look, he said, "We would like a family heirloom made by you, Your Majesty. That is our only wish."
"Oh? Is that all? I could bless your unborn child with great talent, you know."
Drake smiled. "Yes, Your Majesty. But nothing would be greater than having sothing crafted by you in our household—sothing that carries your legacy."
Aengus nodded in appreciation, though he didn't overlook the child's future potential.
Raising his hand, he channeled his power, drawing from the very Source of Creation. A brilliant light coalesced as he forged an upgradable Divine-Grade Dagger, a weapon that would aid both Drake and his future child in their path to strength.
The entire hall held its breath as the process unfolded before their eyes.
Finally, Aengus extended the weapon toward Drake. "Drake Silvermoon, I bestow upon you the Dagger of Achilles, a Divine weapon forged from the Source itself."
Drake accepted the dagger with both hands, his eyes scanning its description—and he was stunned.
Not just him, but everyone in the hall was in awe.
A divine radiance emanated from the dagger, its power undeniable.
"A Divine Weapon!" soone gasped.
"Oh, Lord!" another whispered in reverence.
"How fortunate! To receive sothing so extraordinary from the Emperor himself!"
"Yeah! Divine weapons are incredibly rare, often the very symbol of an empire… and yet, His Majesty gifted it as if it were re candy. Unbelievable!"
Voices of disbelief rose among the kings and aristocrats, while Aengus' subordinates looked at him with even more reverence, witnessing yet another display of his power—the ability to create things out of thin air.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Drake finally recovered from his shock and bowed respectfully before stepping back.
As soon as he left, Quin stepped forward excitedly after being called next.
"Your Majesty, please grant another law—Gravity Law, if you can," Quin requested without hesitation.
He knew that Gravity Law would be imnsely useful for him in his Titan form, making it a strategic choice.
Aengus nodded. "Alright... Your wish is granted. Kneel, Quin."
Thud!
Without a mont's hesitation, Quin knelt, lowering his head in submission.
Aengus placed his hand on Quin's head, channeling his Creation power to bestow the Law Core of Gravity as requested.
The guests watched in envy as another miracle unfolded before their eyes.
Who wouldn't desire another Supre Law for themselves?
However, they knew that only those who had contributed greatly would receive such rewards directly from the Emperor.
This realization only fueled their determination—they would serve with unwavering loyalty, hoping to one day earn a chance to have their own wishes granted.
After receiving the Gravity Law, Quin didn't leave imdiately. He kowtowed deeply, his forehead banging against the floor repeatedly as if worshipping a true deity.
And in truth, he wasn't wrong.
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