[ 8 Years Ago ]
Within the Valemont household, his name was spoken with a reverence bordering on worship. They called him the "Prodigy of the Century." Even though he was merely a ten-year-old child, whenever he walked through the streets, seasoned warriors and high-ranking officials would readily bow their heads.
On this particular day, Lucian was out on a town tour accompanied by his personal maid, Lydia. He held a fresh apple in one hand, with another tucked away safely in his pocket. Taking a crisp bite of the fruit, he casually observed the bustling townsfolk around him. His mind was effortlessly processing complex mana circuits and magical theories, but on the outside, he simply looked like a quiet, innocent child.
"Good morning, Master Lucian!" a fruit seller greeted, bowing deeply. "Even the morning sun pales in comparison to your aura today. What radiant brilliance!"
