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A vast spectacle unfurled in the sky, visible over hundreds of kilometers.
The silvery and purple moonlight abruptly dimmed, leaving the night sky deeper and darker. The stars, which had been overshadowed by the moonlight, now shone with unusual clarity and brightness.
The crowd in the square erupted into a clamor, with many first-time attendees of the naming ceremony exclaiming in surprise at the phenomenon.
Contrarily, on the cloudstone platform in the center of the square, the twin moons in the sky suddenly brightened.
The double moonlight, concentrated by the Secret Magic Ceremony, converged into a beam of silver and purple that shrouded the platform and the people upon it in a haze.
Dense, nearly mist-like moonlight flowed and shimmered, gradually permeating the body of the newborn, nurturing his body and soul.
Simultaneously, a murmur echoed through the city beneath the night sky.
Though not loud, the sound persisted, as if the entire Karlars were whispering the same name.
"Anvice..."
The Chief Mage stepped forward at this moment, lifting the newborn from the platform and holding him high in the air, presenting him to the intersection of countless gazes.
A deep voice, laden with trembling Magic Power, resounded throughout the square.
"Behold! Lord Anvice, the Child of Destiny of Karlars! O omnipotent gods, bless and protect him! Grant him wisdom and health!"
Then, the Duke also stepped to the front of the platform, smiling at the thousands of reverent eyes. His voice, amplified by magic, instantly spread throughout the square.
"Hereby, in the name of Duke Karlars, I declare the celebration officially started!
The taxes for all Karlars residents are halved this year! Unlimited free supply of bread and ale! All mines, farms, and estates will have a three-day holiday!
Now—cheer for the Empire! For Karlars! For the newborn who brought all this!"
The crowd below erupted, raising their hands and chanting the newborn's name in unison,
"Anvice! Anvice! Anvice!..."
At this moment, the Silver Moon was rising, and the Purple Moon was setting—
......
"Anvice?... Naming ceremony?... Mine?!"
As the protagonist of the evening and the focus of everyone's attention, Xia Yuan's eyes went dark when he heard that familiar name, as if plunged into an icy abyss.
The unfortunate child is me!
Have I transmigrated into a descendant of Louis XVI before the French Revolution?
I shouldn't have guessed at that boxing match before crossing over!
He turned his head dazedly to the side, seemingly hoping to find something to prove it was just a false alarm.
Everything in his line of sight was enveloped in a mist of light, and through the haze, he saw the Duke, Duchess, and Anvice's siblings from his memories.
—Like a family portrait washed in purple, perfectly aligned.
Below the platform, countless people raised their hands, enthusiastically chanting Anvice's name.
An elderly man dressed as a mage was holding him, standing in front of a glowing circular platform. On both sides of the platform, mages in deep blue robes were harmoniously chanting strange spells.
With the ongoing chant, the mist formed by the dual-colored moonlight became even more concentrated.
Xia Yuan's body continuously absorbed the light mist, as if a parched traveler in a scorching desert suddenly discovered a clear spring.
A soothing and refreshing feeling spread throughout his body, further enhancing his already exceptional Magic Talent at an accelerated pace.
If Xia Yuan still had a status panel, he would notice that all his attributes were currently increasing.
"Anvice... Olivendi... no... sleepy..."
As Xia Yuan absorbed the moonlight like water, he inexplicably felt his eyelids getting heavier, and soon fell into an unwakeable slumber.
Just before his consciousness descended into darkness, he vaguely heard a phrase tinged with astonishment:
"He's still absorbing—"
......
If possible, he truly didn't want to board the pirate ship of the Olivendi Family at this time.
The era is about to change, and the thousand-year-old families of the Empire, representing the old nobility, will eventually be submerged and devoured by the tides of the new age, becoming the dust of history.
According to background information, the decline of the Olivendi Family began with an upheaval instigated by a resistance organization.
The eldest son, Remont, personally led troops to suppress the Resistance Army in the territory, but was instead ambushed and captured.
The Resistance Army had introduced a large number of unidentified new-generation troop types: Magic-guided Mechanical Units.
Upon receiving the terrible news, Duke Carrot was furious and personally led a large army to suppress them but was ambushed by the Resistance Army's leader, who was also Ninth Rank, leading troops in a sudden attack.
The two sides clashed in the northwest of Karlars Province, on the Yanila Great Plain, a battle known as the Yanila Campaign.
In this battle, the term 'Resistance Army' was first introduced to the public.
The outcome of the battle ended in a pyrrhic victory for the Duke's side, with the Resistance Army leaving behind numerous corpses before retreating north, occupying several cities centered on Rella Castle and Wind Valley City.
Afterwards, the Empire's situation rapidly deteriorated, with upheavals occurring across the Four Provinces, and nobody knew where the Resistance Army found so many personnel.
During this time, numerous medium and small-sized nobles stepped forward to form an alliance in the name of jointly resisting the rebels, calling themselves the [Glory Alliance]. Many Chambers of Commerce announced their financial support to the alliance, seeking protection.
During this process, families associated with the Olivendi were targeted by unknown forces and quickly declined.
An Earl, along with three Viscounts and their respective families, defected to the Glory Alliance, while the remaining few prominent families relocated to the Kingdom Federation, causing a major reshuffling of the upper echelons in Karlars.
Initially, when Anvice learned of this history, he felt nothing, but recalling it now, he was left only with silent remorse.
Though history's records may not be false, they only selectively recorded part of the truth and 'unintentionally' omitted some critical pieces.
For example, those forces supporting the Resistance Army from the shadows.
......
For the next six months, Xia Yuan remained in a state of slumber. During this period, a large number of memory fragments emerged, completing Little Anvice's life memories until the eve of his coming-of-age ceremony.
Six months later, when he awoke once more, he finally saw that familiar golden-framed full-length mirror.
Through the mirror, Xia Yuan observed his current situation.
The beautiful Duchess was holding him, standing before the golden-framed full-length mirror, gazing at her youngest son with a face full of gentle affection, her violet crystal-like eyes filled with love.
Xia Yuan quietly observed his new body, his clear blue eyes slightly moving.
Although he had seen it many times in memory, it was his first time seeing his appearance in reality.
Xia Yuan?
Anvice?
With complex emotions, he gazed at the reflection in the mirror, recalling scenes from his memories. He paused for a moment, then, like the scene from the first memory fragment, slowly extended his small, soft hand.
The reflection mirrored his action, and under the smiling gaze of the blonde woman, the two infants inside and outside the mirror gradually closed their distance.
Finally, through the transparent crystal, the two small hands gently overlapped.
In that instant, the world seemed to freeze—
Does it matter?
The tiny figure in the mirror suddenly smiled.
I will survive, no matter what!
Listening to the Duchess gently speak that name beside his ear, Xia Yuan grinned, silently greeting the 'himself' in the mirror.
"Hello, Anvice—"
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Anvice (Anvice)
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