Chapter 22 - Grandmother

Renan, whose gaze was entirely focused on the door, suddenly felt a familiar sensation stir deep within him—a feeling he had known since the day he was born into this world and had long since grown accustomed to experiencing.

'Agh,' Renan grunted inwardly.

'Not this feeling again,'

'I have been getting this feeling since the day I was born and only feel it when I look at dragons or in the presence of them. If I were to describe this feeling, it feels like..,' Renan paused to look around at the faces of his family, a new family, which he was quite close to now before saying.

"Low life," Renan murmured unconsciously, the words slipping out aloud instead of remaining confined to his thoughts. Though his voice was quiet, making it difficult for an average person to hear, no one in the hall was ordinary. Each person present was an exceptional warrior with extraordinary senses, making it impossible to miss even the faintest sound within the room.

As the words reached their ears, all eyes turned toward Renan's small, innocent-looking figure. Yet, no one spoke.

Renan's family remained silent, dismissing it as a slip of the tongue or a harmless thought spoken aloud. The newcomers, however, refrained from commenting for entirely different reasons. Renan was the grandson of Ruston, the emperor of their empire, and addressing his remark might have been seen as overstepping.

Choosing to let the moment pass, the newcomers bowed respectfully to Ruston and the others, offering their greetings without acknowledging the words that had momentarily stolen their attention.

"I, Kael, Grand Duke of the Glacivyre family, greet the Emperor and his family," Kael announced formally and bowed with respect.

"I, Sylveria, daughter of the Grand Duke from the Glacivyre family, greet the Emperor and his family," Sylveria followed, her voice clear and respectful as she mirrored her father's gesture.

"I, Nymeria, Grand Duchess of the Lunarisveil family, greet the Emperor and his family," Nymeria added gracefully, her tone warm yet dignified as she offered a respectful.

'Hmm, two Grand Dukes? Don't empires usually have just one Grand Duke or Duchess? So why are there two? Is it because of the war, or is there some other reason?' Renan wondered, his thoughts swirling in confusion.

Gracen, standing nearby, noticed the confused expression on Renan's face and quickly deduced the reason. 'Right, he doesn't know what a Grand Duke or Duchess really is,' Gracen thought.

Reaching out, he tapped Renan on the shoulder and explained, "Those two are the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess. Simply put, they're your Grandfather's left and right hands. And the fox woman, the Grand Duchess, is my mother—your Grandmother."

Renan nodded in acknowledgment, signaling he understood, though his thoughts drifted inward. 'So that woman is my Grandmother on my father's side? My father is the son of the Grand Duchess?' He mulled over the revelation, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Ruston greeted the newcomers, his voice resonant. "Raise your heads. It's good to see both of you in good health—and your daughter, Kael. Now that you're all here, we should proceed with my grandson's awakening," he announced.

Nymeria, Kael, and Sylveria nodded eagerly, anticipation lighting up their faces as they awaited the moment. They were excited to see what elements the Emperor's grandson would possess.