The house's innards were finely dressed from Alexander's view
Furniture was neatly placed per the surroundings,
It had a very simple yet modern feel to it.
The ground was forged of organized tiles of checkered-colored wood.
As Alexander walked across the abode's first floor, he noticed no presence of Alex's family.
The house was eerily quiet; the windows had a shader setting in place to limit the intensity of the sunlight permeating the house.
The natural light was simply in regs with the rest of the house.
The walls were plastered with a grayish white.
Everything within the house seemed to have a purpose, there was no extra.
The walls were barren with the occasional family photo,
"Is it so organized and simple?" Alexander spoke seemingly impressed by such a revelation.
Alexander walked across the floor, examining its layout. Soon, he came across one of the few family photos displayed on the walls.
The image displayed 3 people, all strikingly similar; they were exceptionally good-looking. There was a young man centered between the two and he had his arms slung across the others shoulders.
The three seemed jubilant, their faces etched nothing but joy, there were two females both of which had long silky silver-white hair which cascaded down their shoulders. Their faces were a healthy jade white showing no blemishes. The only difference between the two was that one of them held a more mature gaze lacking that childish innocence, while the other displayed a more youthful aura.
The innocent were only so innocent.
Then Alexander shifted his gaze from the two and toward the center, at Alex.
For a time Alexander gazed at the youth seemingly in a daze.
He felt a bond with this guy.
Not one bounded by a spiritual or mystical connection.
But a personal and more fundamental baselined one.
He could relate to Alex,
But Alexander lacked the understanding to point out that given emotion that nicked at his heart.
Unlike his mother and sister, his hair was short and ashen gray.
His face held a forced smile, it was most prevalent that he had forced himself to donne such an expression.
But unlike that facade of a smile, Alex's eyes held little emotion but anxiety.
Alexander looked at the photo and unbeknownst to him his face subconsciously put on a shaky smile showing his sediment.
"Damn this image," Alexander spoke with a distraught tone.
"There's a certain something about the photo that's nagging my mind," "I just can't place my finger on it" Alexander spoke rhythmically tapping his chin.
"..."
"There's no bloody way,"
"Pft" Alexander attempted to hold his laughter but as unfortune had it this failed miserly.
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
Immediately Alexander broke into a fit of laughter as he held his stomach.
"Oh Alex oh Alex how I pity that ghostly bastard,"
"While your existence was utterly meaningless in the plot, your mother and sisters weren't," he said stifling laughter between words.
"Holy moly, I thought they seemed familiar what are the odds,"
The Institute of the Stars is the most prestigious institution, both academically and practically, in the Polemian Empire.
A place where social status was irrelevant, and where the powerful flourish.
Building connections with both nobles and common folk is a valuable asset in this environment.
The institute also conducts expeditions in regions dominated by a single element.
Expeditions within terrains of singular elemental dominance
Tests every semester that increased student death count by the hundreds,
The place was a cesspool for breeding the most powerful of individuals for the Polemian military.
Within such a place the student body's president would of course have to be equally as frightening.
Charlotte,
A talent of unparalleled magical and martial talent, she was revered and powerful. Her looks knew parallel and her status and connections within the Empire stretched far and wide.
After graduating from the The Institute of the Stars in her later youth, she joined the Emperor's chivalry. she joined the Emperor's Chivalry. With her practical skills and physical prowess, she significantly increased the military's strength.
While her physical power was not on par with her aged seniors her soft power was equally if not greater.
The burden she placed on fellow nations was immense.
Evelyn, Alex's mother, was nearly as talented as her daughter Charlotte in her prime. She was a formidable warrior, and her enemies only knew the Cullen glint of her blade. Known as the "Princess of Death," Evelyn earned this title after countless battles and her rigorous attitude.
With his powerful demeanor and impressive skill with both 'swords' alike
Lux conquered both of these unchallenged talents, dismissing all logic and overpowering them; inevitably, they were acquired as they joined his vast harem.
"Holy fuck Alex," Alexander expressed with a staggered expression.