In the grand hall of the emperor's palace, the air hummed with the chatter of nobility. Elegantly attired royals exchanged pleasantries, their laughter echoing against the ornate walls adorned with tapestries of ancient battles. Glasses clinked softly as they indulged in fine wines and delicacies, their animated conversations filling the hall with a symphony of voices.
Suddenly, a voice rang out with authority, cutting through the din.
"Emperor Edward Leonhart is in attendance!"
The announcement silenced the room instantly, heads turning towards the hall's entrance with anticipation.
Out emerged a man with striking blood-red hair, his imposing stature commanding attention. An immense aura seemed to emanate from him, casting a palpable sense of power throughout the hall. The nobles instinctively made way for him, their expressions a mix of respect and curiosity as they watched the Emperor's approach.
Emperor Edward Leonhart stepped into view. His presence exuded a regal dignity that matched the grandeur of the palace itself. His gaze swept over the assembled nobles with a mix of warmth and authority.
Acknowledging their presence with a nod, he took his place at the center of the gathering.
The atmosphere in the hall shifted subtly. Reverence replaced the earlier casual chatter as all eyes remained fixed on their sovereign. It was clear that tonight's gathering held significance beyond mere socializing. A hint of important matters hung in the air, sparking curiosity and intrigue among those present.
In the grand hall of the emperor's palace, the air hummed with the chatter of nobility. Elegantly attired royals exchanged pleasantries, their laughter echoing against the ornate walls adorned with tapestries of ancient battles. Glasses clinked softly as they indulged in fine wines and delicacies, their animated conversations filling the hall with a symphony of voices.
Suddenly, a voice rang out with authority, cutting through the din.
"Emperor Edward Leonhart is in attendance!"
The announcement silenced the room instantly, heads turning towards the hall's entrance with anticipation.
Out emerged a man with striking blood-red hair, his imposing stature commanding attention. An immense aura seemed to emanate from him, casting a palpable sense of power throughout the hall. The nobles instinctively made way for him, their expressions a mix of respect and curiosity as they watched the Emperor's approach.
The emperor entered, his presence alone enough to command the attention and respect of everyone in the room.
The emperor slowly walked in and ascended the stairs. Turning back, he addressed the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, noble guests, thank you for gathering here today to celebrate a truly special occasion.
"As I stand before you, I am reminded of the many blessings our kingdom has received, none more precious than the gift we celebrate tonight.
"This day marks another year in the life of someone who has brought immense joy, wisdom, and grace into our lives.
"Tonight, we honor not just a princess, but a shining example of what it means to lead with compassion and strength.
"She is the foundation of our empire, destined to become our next Empress.
"Her kindness and dedication to our people have not gone unnoticed. She has grown in wisdom and virtue, making us proud beyond measure.
"With her strength and gentle heart, she exemplifies true leadership.
"It is now my great honor to present to you all, my beloved daughter, Princess Auralia Leonhart, the jewel of our hearts, the hope of our future.
"Please join me in welcoming her with the warmth and admiration she so richly deserves."
Then, the doors opened and Princess Auralia Leonhart made her entrance.
Every eye in the hall turned to her as she entered. She was a vision of beauty, her blood-red hair cascading down her shoulders, matching the striking hue of her father's.
She moved with grace, each step exuding confidence and poise, capturing the admiration of the assembled nobility.
As she approached the emperor, she paused, standing one step below him on the grand staircase.
This gesture was a deliberate and heartfelt display of her respect, symbolizing her unwavering loyalty and deference to her father.
The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation, as she turned to face the audience.
Her eyes, bright and determined, scanned the hall, meeting the gaze of each guest.
With a composed elegance, she looked back at everyone, her presence commanding attention and reverence.
She gently smiled and began, "Thank you all for being here tonight."
With a soft chuckle, she added, "I wasn't too keen on celebrating my birthday at first, but my father insisted."
She looked around the room, her eyes shining. "Seeing so many of you here, I realize how special this night truly is."
Glancing back at her father, who gave her a warm nod, she turned back to the guests. "It's definitely worth it."
The hall erupted in cheers, the applause resonating through the grand space.
She lifted her glass, smiling warmly. "So, let's celebrate this wondrous eve—"
Her words were abruptly cut off by a loud crash.
Everyone turned to see who dared to interrupt such a momentous occasion.
The doors swung open with a dramatic flair, and in strode Leo, capturing the attention of every guest in the hall.
Leo burst into the hall, hands on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath.
His clothes were disheveled, dirt smudged across his tunic, and a broken branch stuck out of his messy hair, adding to his disheveled appearance.
As he slowly straightened up, he looked around the grand room, taking in the array of disapproving faces.
The nobility stared at him with a mix of annoyance and disgust, their elegant attire and composed demeanor contrasting sharply with his ragged state.
Leo muttered to himself, "I knew they didn't like me, but their hatred is intense."
Leo slowly walked towards a corner, an awkward smile plastered on his face as the room's disdainful eyes followed his every move.
Auralia, visibly irritated by the interruption, took a deep breath to regain her composure.
She lifted her glass once more. "Let's not let distractions spoil our evening," she said, her voice steady.
The nobles, eager to move past the disruption, raised their glasses in unison.
"To the celebration!" Auralia continued with a warm smile, determined to restore the festive atmosphere.
The crowd cheered, their focus shifting back to the festivities as the celebration resumed.
A few minutes had passed, and Leo stood awkwardly in the corner, lost in his thoughts.
Nearby, people whispered about him, their voices dripping with contempt.
"Look at this bastard. How can he even show his face here after everything he's done?" one man muttered.
"Exactly," another chimed in. "Why did Emperor Leonhart even summon him?"
Leo could hear the hushed conversations, and he sighed internally.
"I can tell they're talking about me," he thought, frustration bubbling within him.
He glanced up at the people staring at him, their eyes filled with disdain.
"But the real problem is," he continued silently, "I don't understand a damn thing they're saying."
People continued murmuring, their voices low but filled with disdain.
"Hey, he's staring at us," one person whispered.
"Yeah, don't make eye contact. They say it's bad luck," another responded, turning away quickly.
Leo sighed internally, feeling the weight of their stares.
"I was careless again," he thought. "First that green monster, now this. I've never made so many mistakes in my entire life, but..."With a wide smirk, Leo thought, "This is exciting."
People glanced at Leo, some flinching at his expression.
"Why is he making that face? It's terrifying," one person muttered nervously.
With a wide smirk, Leo thought, "This is exciting."
Leo realized what he was doing and quickly covered his face with his hand.
"I need to get a grip on my emotions," he muttered.
But then, a smile crept back onto his face.
"This is going to be fascinating," he thought. "I'm in a completely different environment, surrounded by people speaking a language I don't understand. Ah, the adventure of exploring this new world."
He started making his way to the food table.
"Since I'm here, might as well see how the food in this world tastes," he mused, his curiosity growing with each step.
As Leo continued to eat, the nobles around him took turns presenting their gifts to Princess Auralia. The ceremony was in full swing, but Leo's mind was elsewhere. He muttered to himself between bites.
"It's been about 15 minutes," he noted, chewing thoughtfully. "And now I'm certain—that green monster attack wasn't just a random encounter."
He glanced up, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. The unsettling sensation of bloodlust had been lingering in the back of his mind since he entered the hall. Now, its source was clear.
In the corner, a middle-aged man with a lean build and violet hair stood, his gaze locked onto Leo with a chilling intensity.
"Something felt off when I arrived," Leo thought. "I don't have that dark aura Leo mentioned, so those carriage horses weren't afraid of me. So That green monster wasn't drawn to me—it was sent."
He continued to eat, but his focus was on the man, their eyes meeting in a silent clash. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension.
"So, it wasn't my aura that attracted the monster," Leo mused to himself. "It was this guy's doing. And judging by the blatant hatred in his eyes, I've found my culprit."
Leo held the man's gaze, the weight of his realization sinking in.
"At least now I know who to keep an eye on—"
But before he could finish his thought, someone suddenly grabbed him by the collar, jerking him out of his reverie.
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Before Leo could react, a firm hand gripped his shoulder, forcing him down to his knees. He struggled to comprehend what was happening.
When he looked to the side, he saw a young man, likely his age, with striking silver hair that cascaded in soft waves down to his shoulders. His features were sharp and refined, with high cheekbones and piercing eyes that seemed to hold a depth of unspoken thoughts. His attire was pristine, a tailored ensemble that spoke of both elegance and nobility.
The young man's expression was tense, his gaze fixed elsewhere in the room. Leo noticed the slight furrow in his brow, a sign of inner conflict or concern.
Leo, still confused, began to piece it together. He followed the young man's line of sight, and his eyes met Aurelia's. Her glare was cold and unforgiving—a look that could freeze the bravest of souls.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Leo realized with a sinking feeling that he had interrupted her, not once, but twice.
Before he could make sense of it, Aurelia's attention was diverted by a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned, and there stood Emperor Edward. His mere presence was enough to calm her fury.
Aurelia stepped aside, allowing her father to approach. The emperor descended the stairs slowly, deliberately. With each step, the weight on Leo's chest grew heavier until the very air felt like it was suffocating him.
Edward's voice rumbled through the hall, filled with restrained fury.
"Leo... Was I foolish to let you walk free again? I thought there might be some change in you, but it seems I was mistaken."
Leo couldn't grasp the exact words, but the weight of Edward's tone made it clear—he had crossed a line.
Edward's eyes narrowed as he continued, "A beast remains a beast, no matter how much you try to tame it, doesn't it?"
His hand began to rise, the tension in the room mounting, but the young man at Leo's side suddenly intervened.
"Please, wait!" the young man called out, his voice steady but filled with urgency.
Edward halted, his intense gaze shifting to the young man who, despite the pressure, held his ground.
"My deepest apologies for my brother's thoughtlessness, Your Majesty," the young man said, bowing his head. "I beg your forgiveness this time, if not for him, then for me."
Edward let out a heavy sigh, the oppressive atmosphere easing as he lowered his hand. Leo, who had been gasping for breath, slumped slightly, clutching his throat in relief.
Without another word, Edward turned to leave, but just as he reached the steps, he stopped and glanced back.
"Leo... This is your last chance. Don't squander it."
He resumed his walk, the echo of his steps fading. The young man turned to Leo, ready to speak, but paused, startled by what he saw.
Leo's face was a disturbing mix of blankness and a wide, unsettling grin, as if his mind was somewhere far away, lost in some dark, twisted thought.