[3 MONTHS LATER]
This world really is strange. They can use magic, aura, or maybe qi. I must grow up fast to understand everything. Lorian was thinking leisurely in his small bed.
When little Lorian is busy thinking about what he will do next? Maids are also busy babysitting him.
But before doing that.....How am I going to get rid of this embarrassment? Lorian glanced at the maids and sighed.
Perhaps a baby should enjoy its perks. Endure, Lorian, you are Adrian Skre, star actor.
Now that I have come to my senses, how did I come to this world? And how am I in this child's body? These things don't make sense. Is it even possible?
It must be some sort of miracle or something. Lorian exhaled softly, "Hhh...."
"Hey, look, young master is looking at me?" a maid said.
"Heh, where?"
"He is so cute."
Give me some peace, you fiends. Lorian was inwardly cursing them because he wanted some quiet time.
"Hey, did you hear? A bishop is coming today," whispered a group of servants in the long marble hallway of Tiara Castle.
"Yes, I heard. Lord Gelard, from the Holy Kingdom," another replied in hushed awe.
"But why? Why would someone so important come here? They're like… the VIPs of VIPs," a young servant asked, his voice full of clueless curiosity.
"Rivel, you know nothing," scoffed an older servant. "I heard it's because of young master Lorian. They're coming to check on him."
A sudden chill silenced their chatter.
A firm voice interrupted them. A middle-aged man with a glass monocle stood by the ornate door, arms behind his back, his expression unreadable.
"Not just check," said the Head Butler Cornal, his voice low but clear. "They will even reveal his enigma."
When they are discussing again, a small figure turns his head, ignoring them.
Thanks to their unstoppable chatter. I come across information about almost everything. Basically, an enigma is like some divination of fate or something similar.
There is a special type of ancient rune that used to know one's fate, which works in newborn babies. Though I am not clearly sure how it works, but people in this word deeply believe this.
Thanks to them, I also know that my elder sister will be coming tommorow.
******
"Duke Vaelros, it's been a while," said the man in pristine white priestly robes, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.
"Yes. It is my honor that you responded to my request, Bishop Gelard Mont," the duke replied, his tone indifferent, his gaze unreadable.
"How could I not?" the bishop said, a faint smile curling on his lips. "Especially after witnessing the remarkable enlightenment of your daughter?"
Silence.
Without uttering a word duke turned back. A faint smile appeared in his face. How could he not smile? Because his elder daughter received a legendary enigma which shows her immense potential.
"You can rest now. We will conduct it tomorrow.", duke asked a servant to show him the guest room.
"See you tomorrow."
Duke slowly walked towards the window. Some ominous thoughts wash over him.
Corrupted beasts attacked on the same day that Trisen was born. Is it a simple coincidence or something real? "Let's see, Trisen, what are you capable of?"
******
When children turn seven, wealthy families send them to the Mistbrone Association—a prestigious institute where the young awaken their Mist powers under the utmost care of trained professionals.
The day when you will awaken your Mist power, that will be your graduation from the Association.
At age fifteen, graduates may choose to enroll in elite institutions like the Great Mistbrone Academy, the Imperial Academy, or the renowned Albor Academy, depending on their strength, affinity, and ambition.
MISTBRONE ASSOCIATION
"Ariel, what are you planning to do on this vacation?" a cheerful voice asked. The young girl has bright emerald-green eyes and long, glossy brown hair tied in loose ribbons.
"Huh? Nothing grand, Emma," Ariel replied absently, her gaze fixed on the clouds beyond the window. She was the very image of composed elegance—black eyes like polished obsidian, and flowing raven-black hair cascading down her back.
"What?! You can't be serious! I'm tagging along wherever you go!" Emma declared with exaggerated determination.
Ariel gave her a sideways glance. "Go on your own vacation, you silly girl."
"Ariel is being a cold flower again!" Emma wailed dramatically, clutching her heart as if deeply wounded. She turned to the other students nearby. "Help me! I'm being emotionally abused by my best friend!"
A burst of laughter rippled through the hall as the other association members glanced over, smiling at Emma's antics.
"Emma, stop your nonsense," Ariel muttered with a hint of a smile breaking through.
"Yup!" Emma nodded enthusiastically, then instantly shook her head in defiance. "Wait—no! Not stopping."
Ariel stood up, brushing the dust from her uniform skirt. Her tone softened."I'm going home to see my little brother."
Emma's playful expression softened, too. "Oh… tell him I said hi. I bet he misses you."
******
Tiara Castle backyard.
Clara, the head maid, carried baby Trisen in a soft white carrier, his eyes curious but quiet. As she approached the appointed spot, a subtle wave of the hand from the Duke made her stop.
Duke Vaelros turned slowly, his sharp gaze softening slightly as he looked upon his son.
"He's here," came a warm, almost reverent voice — Bishop Gelard, the High Priest of the Sanctum.
Clara bowed deeply. "Shall I bring him closer, my lord?"
The Duke nodded. As she neared, Trisen stirred slightly in her arms — but then fell completely still. His small violet eyes locked on his father, as if sensing the weight of the moment.
"He quiets in your presence, Duke," the bishop observed.
"I think you have made necessary preparations, right?", duke said in a commanding tone.
"Yes, Sir Duke. Holy Crystal is ready."
"Good, Clara, you can go now. I don't want anyone's presence nearby for disturbance."
Clara nodded respectfully and walked back to the castle.
"Bishop Gelard, start the ceremony."
Bishop shook his head in agreement and took out a big blue silver crystal from thin air.
He channelled his holy mist power to the stone and put the stone near Baby Trisen. The stone shines brighter up elegantly with red-purple. But then, just purple color remains in the stone.
"Purple mist, just like his sister.", the bishop said in an excited tone.
Duke was silent. But anyone can say he is happy.
As they are about to inspect more, the stone shone violently and redish aura erupted from the stone. The entire area trembled and a small earthquake occurred.
Bishop, as well as Duke was too surprised to respond. They couldn't believe what they saw in the stone.
"Red Mist...", both of them said at the same time. Too surprised to understand anything.
"How can that be?", Bishop said like he saw a ghost.
".....", Duke was silent and thinking hard, and expanded his mist power to a wide area to stabilize the chaotic environment.
Theoretically, dual mist usage is possible. But also, it is impossible to master. It is impossible because each mist aspect has its own unique abilities and cores. Some of them even repel each other, destroy each other like they are sworn enemies.
And Violet Mist and Red Mist are like them. Violet is the power of destruction, and on the other hand, Red Mist is the power of Reversal. When two opposite types of mist surfaced it clash and destroy each other.
When they are in various thoughts, the mist power in Trisen's body becomes more violent. They erupted like a flooding volcano.
"Such strong mist power without awakening.", the first time the duke said anything. But the next moment, his face had paled. He cannot believe in his eyes what he saw.
Violet and Red, both opposite types of mist, started to clash inside and outside of Trisens body.
They instantly understand what is happening. Trisen is pale like he was in pain. It's also a surprise how a baby can withstand such a strong mist clash.
Duke take the holy crystal from bishop. And try to force the mist powers outburst.
"Duke, we must do something. I think Divine crystal triggers his unawakened and uncontrollable mist power, and that leads to the clash. If we don't do something...."
"...he..might not survive here.", Bishop said, gulping his saliva and hesitating.
Duke was also tense. Unaware what to do next.