In the expansive realm of enchantment and intrigue, where empires rise and fall like echoes through time, a singular figure emerges—a name whispered through the gilded halls of power: Emperor Alaric. His destiny interweaves with the fate of an entire world, standing at the precipice of unprecedented challenges in the Imperial Realm.

~50 years back~

The Imperial Throne once bore the weight of a wise and formidable ruler, his exploits echoing through the annals of time. This enigmatic figure navigated a world both enchanted and treacherous, leaving behind a legacy of triumphs and enigmas that now shape the destiny of his progeny.

As a new era dawns, "The Sovereign's Enigma" delves into the enigmatic history of the imperial lineage. Secrets concealed in the halls of power and the indelible mark of the previous emperor on the Imperial Realm's fabric set the stage for a new emperor's destiny.

First day of Martius, Ain Year 382

In the hallowed precincts of Eldorion, a city steeped in the mystique of antiquity, the birth of the previous emperor, Arthur Von Dracon, unfolded beneath the celestial dance of a blood-red moon. Eldorion, nestled at the heart of the Imperial Realm, with its towering spires and labyrinthine corridors, echoed with the whispers of centuries past.

Young Arthur arrived in a world where arcane forces intertwined with rulers' destinies. The great citadel, perched on the cliff's edge overlooking the Crystal Sea, bore witness to the prophetic arrival of a future sovereign. His cries harmonized with the distant hum of magical currents pulsing through Eldorion's bedrock—a birth veiled in heavenly omens foretelling an era etched in the Imperial Realm's enigmatic history.

After a few days

Aristocrats across Eldorion gathered for the proclamation of the new emperor. The Great Hall of Cardinal bustled with life and activity as preparations for upcoming ceremonies unfolded. Two figures stood out—Duke Karl Van Raul, patriarch of the Raul family and Prime Minister of Eldorion, and Archduke Douglas Van Aquila, an ambitious old man and the maternal grandfather of the young emperor.

In a moment of veiled tension, Duke Raul expressed concern about inconveniences Archduke Aquila might have encountered on his way. The archduke, aware of Raul's involvement in a recent attack, chuckled at the poorly executed plan. The pressure mounted, whispers ceased, and political maneuvering held its breath.

"Nice to see that you are doing well, Archduke Aquila. I hope you didn't encounter any 'inconvenience' along the way." Said Duke Raul, with a voice full of concern, while hiding his inner feelings, in the depth of his soul.

Archduke Aquila Laughs and says in a tone full of mockery, "Thank you for your worry, Duke Raul. Well, I did encounter a few 'inconveniences' along the way, but my Aura soldiers immediately dispatched them. Whoever planned this attack must have a screw loose. What a poorly executed plan."

The pressure didn't last long as the young emperor entered in the arms of his mother, a beautiful woman with blonde hair, red lips, and emerald green eyes. She was followed by an entourage of maids and Eunuchs. As they entered, all eyes naturally faced the young mother, who was carrying Arthur in her arms. As she reached the throne, which now had a golden cradle on it, she gently placed her little son inside it.

Aristocrats greeted the new emperor, in the traditional way of Eldora

With inherited charm and wisdom, Arthur captivated onlookers with his mother's blonde hair and his father's otherworldly blue eyes. The high-ranking priest from the Western Sect of the Holy Seal religion conducted the ceremony, urging attendees to kneel and swear their sacred vow of vassalship to the young emperor.

High-ranking Priest shouts in an authoritative tone "Kneel before the new emperor and swear your allegiance!"

With the final conclusion of the ceremony, the high-ranking priest asked the attendees to kneel in front of the young emperor, who, by now, was being lifted up by the priest, and complete the sacred vow of vassalship. "Kneel, for the sovereign's rule!"

As the day concluded, an exhausted Arthur succumbed to dreams. His mother, Alica Von Dracon, left him in the cradle, assigning a maid to watch over him. Alica, with a hurried departure, embarked on a late-night appointment.

"Keep an eye on him. I'll be back soon." Alica said to the maid.

Left alone, Arthur opened his eyes, gazing at the crimson moon through the balcony. Suddenly, a majestic ethereal energy converged towards the cradle, bathing it in a radiant glow. Alone under the moon and stars, Arthur's magic potential was revealed, an ethereal energy forming a white core around his heart, indicating a future potential to reach extraordinary heights.

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A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Constructive criticism is appreciated, considering this is my first novel. English is not my first language, and writing a web novel is a new experience for me, so please excuse any grammar issues.

Tbh I'm writing this novel as a way to improve my English.

I'll strive to update chapters every 5 days or so. Please enjoy..

Note:-

Here, I describe Ain* as Common Era, or CE of that world.