Two days had passed since the last martial arts training session, and the landscape remained unperturbed. With the arrival of the great families, the mansion was busier than ever, and the tension was palpable. Furthermore, due to recent incidents, the tension had reached almost its peak.
At the sa ti, two dium-sized caravans arrived at Kiran Mountain, so now the whole place seed to be imrsed in a festive atmosphere.
The Great Spring Tournant.
It was a grand event held in the kingdom of Aragon, where each year one of the great families acted as host. On this occasion, the honor fell to the dici clan.
The streets began to be decorated with various flowers, giving the city an even more festive air. With the arrival of the two caravans, the activity reached its peak.
Back at the dici mansion, mbers of the great families explored the place, guided by the young masters and ladies of the clan.
Among the new arrivals was a young man from the Abraham family.
He had long, silvery-white hair that seed to steal light from the day. His face was neat, symtrical, with well-defined features. His lips were thin. He wore a plain white suit, but he needed nothing more to command respect. His re presence was enough.
His eyes, as deep blue as gems subrged in ice, looked without seeing. There was a subtle emptiness in them, a serene indifference, as if the world around him were nothing more than an insignificant shadow.
That young man was Michel Abraham, heir to one of the main branches of the Abraham family and one of the most talented young n in the kingdom of Aragon.
He possessed S-rank talent and had already reached rank 7. But beyond his progress, what set him apart was his attitude: the sa attitude with which one would contemplate a leaf floating on the water... without interest or emotion.
"Wow, your clan’s gardens are unique. I’ve never seen flowers like this before," comnted one of the young mbers of the Peridot family, admiring the carefully cultivated vegetation.
"By the way, where are your younger siblings? The seventh, sixth, and second. I haven’t seen any of them since we arrived," asked another with an inquisitive smile.
Among that group were so of the young masters of the dici clan: the first, third, fourth, and fifth. The rest, as always, were scattered... or simply absent.
"They didn’t want any visitors. The sixth sister is obsessed with magic. And the second..." Elsie, the fifth lady of the dici clan, smiled uncomfortably. "She’s a unique case."
She omitted Kael’s na.
Just thinking about it was enough to make her shudder. A chill ran down her spine, but she hid it with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
"And the seventh?" they insisted.
The mood changed.
Jasper, Soren, and Elsie herself frowned. Their faces hardened. As if a silent shadow had descended upon them, they refused to respond. The silence spoke louder than any words could have.
The guests got the hint. They avoided pressing the issue and awkwardly changed the subject.
Michel, for his part, had already distanced himself from the group so ti ago. He was not one for formalities, let alone useless small talk.
He began to explore the mansion on his own, walking aimlessly. He wandered through gardens, courtyards, and internal corridors. But nowhere piqued his interest. Everything seed... ordinary. Beautiful, yes. But empty. Soulless.
How boring.
With that thought, he headed inside the mansion to sleep a little longer. As if nothing around him deserved his attention.
The servants passing through the hallways bowed their heads slightly when they saw him. He did not return the gesture. Not out of arrogance. But out of apathy.
Then, as he passed through the main hall, he stopped.
There was soone there.
A young man with long, jet-black hair and an ordinary face, with no distinguishing features. But his eyes...
Black. Deep. Like his. Or perhaps even more so.
The young man was sitting, reading a book with complete concentration. He didn’t even look up when Michel appeared.
It was Kael dici.
His presence was like a stone subrged in calm waters: discreet, silent... but immobile. He didn’t need to look to command respect.
The book in his hands was about the Zu. Kael hadn’t stopped studying for a single day in the last few days. Every day, he read for at least an hour. He had turned the habit into an immovable part of his progress.
Michel watched him for a few seconds.
He said nothing.
And for the first ti in a long ti... he felt a slight tinge of curiosity.
Kael, feeling a gaze on his body, slowly looked up from his book, and his black eyes turned to one side, where he saw Michel staring at him.
One had hair as black as dried ink and a gaze that seed to absorb light; the other had silver hair that shone with a cold glow and blue eyes like precisely cut gems. Between them, the duality was evident. They both perfectly represented yin and yang.
Michel approached Kael with calm steps until he was a few inches away from him and, in a calm voice, asked:
"What is your na?"
Kael did not respond imdiately. He stared at Michel for a mont; he knew who he was. He knew that in the future he would beco a demigod, earning the title "White Death" and striking terror across the five regions.
Furthermore, his biography ntioned that he had received a strange inheritance from a rank 1 Sovereign who, in ancient tis, had massacred millions of people on a whim, and that period was known as "the Age of Chaos."
For a mont, he considered lying to him. He thought about making up another na, perhaps one that wasn’t tied to his family history. But he didn’t have a twin brother to bla. And he wasn’t afraid.
"Kael dici," he replied calmly.
"Kael..." Michel murmured, as an expression of emotion appeared on his indifferent face for the first ti.
It was the first ti he had t soone like him. Soone who wasn’t afraid of death and looked at the world with contempt. Although he felt that they weren’t the sa.
Kael was different. Purer. Sharper. More real.
And, for so reason, that didn’t bother him.
On the contrary, he found it fascinating.
But he didn’t care, because he felt that with Kael around, his life was going to be much more interesting.
"Kael, make my life more interesting."
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