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In the early morning, a glimmer of light pierced through his eyelids, waking Anvis from his slumber.
He opened his eyes and slowly sat up, silently scanning his surroundings.
The exquisitely styled silk drapes, the ornate ceiling of blue and gold entwined, and the luxurious furniture all exuded a mysterious and wondrous beauty.
The carpet on the floor looked extraordinarily expensive, so soft that it seemed to sink underfoot.
Silently extending his hands wrapped in pajamas, Anvis tried to construct a spell following the method in his memory.
A ghostly blue flame suddenly ignited, hovering in the air above his slender, pale palm.
Gazing at the fire quietly burning in his hand, a feeling of absurdity and unreality arose in his heart.
Although he had been in this world for several years, he still occasionally experienced this illusion.
Through the window, several towering spires floated in mid-air.
Under the glow of the rising sun, the pristine white towers shimmered with a hazy silver light, appearing immensely mysterious and beautiful.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
Three knocks sounded, and the door was punctually tapped by Leonard the butler.
Anvis quickly answered, collecting both his thoughts and the flame, and rang the bell beside his bed to call the little maid to assist him with dressing and washing.
When he first crossed over, he had the habit of sleeping in, but after several unpleasant experiences, the butler successfully corrected it.
If Anvis did not respond, Leonard would count to ten silently, then knock three more times.
If there was still no answer after the second knock, Leonard would give another ten seconds of grace before entering directly, using magic to dispel Anvis's sleep.
For instance, with a cold water ball that would jolt him awake.
In response to Anvis's fury at his dreams being interrupted, Leonard's words were: If young master wishes not to be disturbed by me, then strive to become stronger than me.
Incidentally, Leonard was an Eighth Rank Peak Magician, equivalent to level 88 to 89 in game terms.
Donning the intricate noble attire imbued with magic light, Anvis leisurely descended the stairs, preparing to head to the dining room.
"Good morning, Brother Anvis!"
A slightly tender and soft voice sounded by his ear, and the dim castle corridor suddenly brightened as a small sunshine-like girl appeared before him.
With hair of a light golden hue reminiscent of dawn cascading freely down her white gauze dress, her translucent snowy skin appeared flawless, and her delicate face tried hard to assume a serious expression.
With a formal air, the girl curtsied to Anvis, her big lake-blue eyes adorably blinking, projecting a gaze pure and clean.
The morning sunlight slanted in through the tall stained crystal window, forming a beam of light.
She stood in that beam, her beautiful figure glowing with a hazy, luminous aura, pure and sacred like a ray of light.
"Good morning, dear Fei."
Good morning, Star Radiance Diamond of Olivendi, Frost Crystal Bird Crown, Hope Star of the Northern Territory, White Princess, Her Majesty Fiona Luo Olivendi.
Anvis habitually wore an elegant smile, nodding to her graciously, feeling somewhat sentimental.
Compared to himself, a nameless extra in the future, the name of [White Princess] Fiona was truly renowned.
One of the few Ninth Rank Limit powerhouses in the Four Great Families Alliance camp, her strength ranked in the top three.
She had impressive achievements, like single-handedly slaying a Ninth Rank Demon Swordsman and annihilating an entire Alliance crusading army, with countless players and NPCs perishing under her Superposition Magic.
However, compared to her current adorably serious demeanor, the future her would always wear a cold expression, as if smiles had permanently left her.
As a direct line of Olivendi, Anvis had also learned some special secrets.
Although Fiona was nominally his sister, her origins were actually a mystery.
Her naming ceremony took place when Anvis was a year and a half old, yet he clearly remembered that during that period, the Duchess was not pregnant.
What puzzled him, however, was that the aura of two Legendary Bloodlines indeed emanated from her.
Moreover, judging by the extraordinary charm she unconsciously exuded, her bloodline purity was likely extremely terrifying!
The bright impression she left was not an illusion; it was her bloodline instinctively attracting the light element.
After exchanging greetings, the two walked down the spacious staircase carpeted in red, passing the Dragon Heart Wood railing and elegant Elf Sculpture.
Several giant Cloud Radiant Rock ornamental columns carved in relief stretched from afar, as the breakfast room came into view.
Intricately carved fireplaces burned with magic flames, and various ancestor portraits hung on the walls beside the mantles.
Gloria-style curtain drapes were drawn open by maids, letting the morning sunlight stream in.
In the breakfast room, Duke Carrot sat at one end of the snow-white long table, browsing through the latest edition of the "Empire Morning News" handed over by the butler.
It was his daily must-read newspaper, along with the "Karlas Times" and the "Magic Times."
Despite having his own intelligence agency, the Duke maintained the habit of reading newspapers.
To ensure the newspaper's timeliness, these papers were dispatched immediately after being printed through a dedicated transport device.
They were delivered to the Duke's hand from the distant Royal Capital or the outer ring of the Floating City's Magic Shadow Print Tower.
"Ha, it's truly 'unbelievable,' that group of arrogant royal conservatives actually passed the proposal!"
Reading it, the Duke couldn't help but shake the newspaper, raising his eyebrows with a deliberately surprised tone.
"Weren't you supposed to know already, Carrot? For such a significant decision, the Conservatives cannot represent the entire Royal Family's opinion."
Hearing the Duke's slightly mocking evaluation, the Duchess Elena gracefully spoke, then raised the delicate Elf porcelain teacup, lightly sipping the fragrant and magic-infused Luminous Tea.
"Indeed, but I believe you can see that the inauguration of the Radiant is not just about building a Mechanical Train or laying some tracks.
It's a sign! Making it to the front page and being named after Radiance signifies that the Empire has officially decided to advance the development of mechanical constructs."
The Duke furrowed his thick eyebrows, continuing to browse the details of the report, feeling a faint sense of unease.
"This is an unstoppable trend, Carrot; our Empire is not the only one on the Continent.
The benefits of universal construct development outweigh the drawbacks. The Kingdom Federation has already demonstrated to us how much it can boost national strength.
As Fergus has said, 'in this ever-changing world, only by constantly moving forward can one remain in place.'
Taking another sip of tea, the lovely Duchess elegantly lifted her hand, gently tucking her light golden hair behind her ear.
"To make the hardliners compromise, the reform faction would inevitably make concessions in other areas. Most likely, only civilian constructs would be unrestricted, not affecting the current stable situation of the Empire much."
With these words, she placed the teacup back onto the gold-rimmed saucer, her white arm elegantly resting on the table, smiling as she looked at the Duke, her gaze tender and watery.
"Besides, we have the youngest Ninth Rank in the history of the Empire. Even if upheaval occurs, what does it matter?"
"Ha, I understand, just lamenting a bit."
Duke Carrot also laughed, his fingers gently tapping the table, leaving faintly bluish frost marks.
"Good morning, Father, Mother."
Just then, Anvis and Fiona entered the breakfast room, bowing to the Duke and Duchess.
Duke Carrot nodded as usual, while Elena replied with an enthusiastic smile.
As he saluted, Anvis noticed the headline of the newspaper in the Duke's hand, with enlarged and emboldened letters printed at the most noticeable part of the page.
"The Empire's first Mechanical Train 'Radiant' has been officially launched in the Royal Capital today!"
Anvis's pupils slightly contracted.
Aha! The initial mark of the Empire entering a new era, the wheels of history had rolled a little further—
As he contemplated, Anvis walked to the first seat on the left side of the long table, entering the chair from the left side, paying special attention to his back, avoiding contact with the chair back.
Once everyone was seated, breakfast time officially began.
White truffle and golden patterned clam soup, roasted two-legged flying dragon wings, crystal-roasted pheasant, Mist Sea lobster salad…
Extremely precious dishes, served in anti-magic ghost silver plates, presented in a stream by the servants, left for the Duke's family to enjoy.
Each dish's ingredients were mild magical plants and rare magic beast ingredients of at least Fourth Rank. They truly allowed the diner to strengthen while relishing delicious food.
For example, the Mist Sea lobster salad, its main ingredient selected from lobsters over a hundred thirty years old, with tips turned pale blue, a Fifth Rank Mist Sea lobster.
They covey a thin Dragon Clan bloodline, inhabiting the seabed of the distant Mist Sea.
For Professionals below Fifth Rank, consuming it could permanently enhance constitution, being precious ingredients each worth sending to auction.
The Eighth Rank protective Great Mage, and the famed Imperial gourmet Master Ba Lewen, praised this magic beast as: "A truly astonishing tender texture and exquisite taste—"
However, catching them is quite a dangerous task.
The Mist Sea is an extremely hazardous offshore region, featuring famous deadly mists, High Rank sea beast threats, and bizarre currents that cause magic disturbances among others.
Every year, numerous Professionals risk their lives, only to perish in pursuit of these lobsters.
During the meal, Butler Leonard stood sternly behind the Duke, meticulously observing the actions of the two children, ensuring their impeccable manners at the table.
If any inappropriateness was spotted, Mr. Butler would immediately point it out and correct it.
Anvis held the enchanted Mithril cutlery, gingerly slicing a piece of lobster meat, endeavoring to avoid making noise.
Thanks to the chef's superior skill, the lobster meat was tender with a slight chewiness, releasing an immensely sweet juice upon a slight bite, leaving a lingering fragrance.
He nodded slightly, lifting a small piece of lobster meat with his fork, gracefully bringing it into his mouth, maintaining a straight posture throughout.
Thanks to memories from his past life, he learned various etiquettes quickly, often earning Fiona's adoring gaze.
"Brother… so amazing..."
Fiona clutched her cutlery, tilting her head as she watched Anvis's actions, her big adorable lake-blue eyes filled with admiration.
Suddenly, her peripheral vision caught Leonard's stern eyes, making her quickly turn her little head forward, correcting her expression.
Then, she focused her attention, battling with the light-glowing breast of her light-feather goose on the plate.
"Impressive learning speed, worthy of being my child."
The Duke scooped up a golden patterned clam, slowly eating, nodding quietly in his heart. In control of a Ninth Rank Professional's powerful body manipulation, his every motion was impeccable.
'This is why I hate being a noble.'
As the focus of everyone's attention, constantly maintaining elegant deportment, Anvis felt inwardly speechless.
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①: Fergus Brandon, one of the Councilmen of the Ancient Magic Empire's Ring Council, protective system Great Mage, the first Ninth Rank spellcaster in human history.
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