"Today is the day I become six years old."
In a dim room, whose only source of light was the sliver that slipped through a gap in the curtain, an eery silence reigned.
One could guess the high status of the person residing inside of the room since it was filled with luxurious furniture.
On the king-sized bed lays a boy, who's features were extremely striking, porcelaine skin with no defects, jet-black hair that fell in soft, uneven strands across his forehead. His eyes-unnaturally red-glowed like embers in the dim light, unsettling yet strangely captivating. There was something quiet about him, something that shouldn't show on someone his age. It was his attitude
His eyes were peeking intently on a certain book that he was holding with his small yet rough hands, judging from the calluses and scratches on his hands, It would be easy to assume he has trained with the sword ever since he started walking.
The book in question had a red cover made from ancient yet clean leather. One could see the history etched into its very fibers.
There were some certain words imprinted on it. The words were 'The Soul weapons'.
Seeing the boy's expression, one could guess he was anxious, almost he was about to experience the most important moment of his life.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the perfectly tailored wooden door and entered the room without an ounce of hesitation.
"Young master, it's time."
It was a elderly man, grey combed hair, wearing a formal suit, it was easy to understand that he was a personal servant or a butler.
"Thank you, Alfred." murmured the boy, "Just wait, I'm gonna wear my clothes. "
The boy got up from the bed he was lying on and put the book he was reading on the bookshelf across the bed.
"Let me help you, Young master."
"Yes, I'd like that. " responded the boy.
The butler proceeded to help the boy wear a well-ironed black shirt with a crest of a sword piercing through the crescent moon and a black pair of pants.
"You're looking great." said the butler with a warm smile on his face.
"Thank you, now lead the way."
"Please follow me then."
Currently, both of them were marching in a wide corridor, portraits of paintings were hanging on the walls, reminiscing the long history of their family.
After a few minutes of walking, until they stopped and came opposite to large black door with fancy engravings on it, gemstones that sparkled like dying stars.
"Young master, please enter the room."
The boy took a deep breath. He knew that this moment would impact his life for the better or the worse.
The boy looked at the butler with a determined expression and nodded.
Alfred looked at the boy for a moment and then began to push the door. Light seeped out of the gap, widening every second, until the door fully opened.
Then the youth began to walk towards the middle of the room. In front of him was a black throne, sitting on it was a man who looked exactly like the boy but with older features he had a slick back haircut, his presence made anyone who looked at him want to kneel before him, his pure-blood eyes screamed danger as if he looked down on everything on his eyesight.
"I offer my greetings to you, Father."
The boy placed his right knee on the marble floor and placed his right hand on his chest, and directed his gaze towards the ground.
"Raise your head, my son." said the man who looked no older than thirty-five years old.
The first person the boy looked after raising his head was his mother as he greeted her.
"Hello, Mother." said the boy.
Sitting next to the man was an extremely gorgeous woman, her gaze sharp yet warm at the same time, but what defined her the most was the synergy between her white snow hair, her sky blue eyes and her ivory white dress. At the moment, if any man or woman looked at her, they would get their breath taken away by her.
She waved at the boy with an affectionate smile, after that his eyes wondered around the room as he saw a multiple familiar figures such as the black head knight captain and his vice, the head strategist, the finance deputy and other important followers of the clan.
Right besides the patriach was a tall man standing with an uptight look. He had blonde hair and deep blue eyes, his hands were holding on much smaller delicate hands, they belonged to a young girl who was exceptionally cute, she had silk-like golden hair, with a beautiful pair of intense pink deep
She was the daughter of the blonde man.
"Today, we have two events that will determine the fate of our household, but first I would like to ask you my son, as you have known Rose has turned six years old a couple of days ago, but due to our relationship with the Viremonts, I and her father wanted to let her join you in your ceremony, so would you accept our proposal?"
The boy looked at the girl and smiled, and said: " Absolutely, Father."
After his declaration, the girl immediately left her father's hand as she left him dumbfounded, making the boy's father chuckle after seeing the other man's expression.
As she walked towards the boy with an air of carelessness towards her surroundings, she muttered to the boy while standing next to him: "Hey."
The boy responded with a smirk on his face.
"Hey."
"How are you?" Said the adorable little thing.
"Just a bit nervous that's all, what about you?"
"Well, I'm the same."
After a while, the black haired man spoke with a deep voice that resonated across the room, making everyone listen carefully.
"Aamon von Darkheim, heir of the Darkheim family, son of Jin Von Darkheim and Seraphina Van Darkheim proceed to show us your stats and then let us begin the grand ceremony."
After hearing his father's order, the boy muttered in his mind: 'status'.
A blue translucent pannel appeared in front of him.
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[Aamon Von Darkheim]
[Age: 6] [Trait: Locked]
[Class: Unawakened]
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[Rank: Unawakened]
• Strenght: E-
• Agility: E
• Durability: E-
• Sensibility: E
• Mana: E+
• Charm: D-
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[Affinity: Locked]
[Soul weapon: Unacquired]
[Soulbound: None]
[Unique skill: Locked]
[Skills: Locked]
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"Currently, my stats are the following one" the boy proceeded to announce his stats.
Everyone was is awe after hearing the boy's revelation, murmurs began to be heard across the room.
"Truly, the family has a genius now"
"Aren't the average stats for someone his age F"
"Yes, while his average is E, it's frightening."
"The family will prosper even more."
After a few seconds, a shout made everyone close their mouths and focus on the man sitting on the throne. "SILENCE!!!"
He then proceed to say with a gentler tone "Let the ceremony begin."