40 Ceremony for the twins
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Nathan came into the main hall with some of the big names of Somaria. Many people were surprised to see the old men who ran major industries in Somaria walking behind Nathan. They may not have looked as young as Nathan, but the power they held made many people respect them.
“It seems all the big shots are present except for the seat holders’ families,” one of the guests quietly talked among his group. The main hall was quite big as multiple events were going on.
“Everybody, meet my grandchildren. You have already met Asher and Amelia, but let me introduce them to you,” Nathan’s voice carried his pride as he introduced them.
As a father, he was naturally sad when Ivar died and his death made him spend most of his time exploring and clearing dungeons to soothe his frustration. Ivar’s death made him realize many of his regrets and mistakes, and he was going to make sure none of his grandchildren, including the twins, went through them.
“This young boy is Lucas and this little cute girl is named Livia,” Nathan said as the twins cutely shook hands with the group Nathan arrived with.
“These two carry the same eyes as Ivar did when he was young,” one of the old fellows laughed as he met the twins, who were happy listening to it.
“Don’t they? My brother always had that kind of gaze,” Arthur also mingled with them as he also knew most of them.
“Arthur, we should start the ceremony now,” Sylvie interrupted the group before their talks took off to no return.
“Oh, I apologize. We should start,” Arthur meekly said to Sylvie. The group of old men chuckled seeing him.
“Even the sword prodigy is afraid of his wife, it seems?” the old man who commented on the twin’s eyes said again. Listening to him, Arthur just shrugged his shoulders.
Sylvie arrived at the center with a drink in her hand. Seeing her, all the guests who were busy talking or enjoying the events stopped and looked at her.
“As you all know, they have missed our blood ceremony that happens when a Greville turns 5 years old,” Sylvie said.
The blood ceremony, unlike its name, was just a normal ceremony where a crown or tiara was presented on their fifth birthday. Lucas and Livia’s birthday had already passed, so they needed to do this ceremony on Asher’s birthday party.
“Although unfortunately Ivar and their mother are not here with us to present it to them, but we have decided that my father will do their crowning ceremony representing my brother,” Arthur stepped beside Sylvie as he looked at Emmy who was carrying two covered items on red cushion plates.
Sylvie uncovered the items in Emmy’s hand revealing the beautiful pair of a crown and a tiara. The crown had a river blue gemstone embedded in it, and the tiara had a lava red gemstone embedded in it. The crown and tiara were made from platinum and had several beautiful engravings on it. Some of the engravings were runes, and small mana stones of similar color were placed on them as well.
“Wow, they look so beautiful!” the girl in the hall said, her eyes shining as she looked at them.
“Aren’t those gemstones and engravings the trademark of the Levoure family?” one of the women among the guests spoke.
“I remember seeing the catalog of the Levoure family, but these gems are not even available for sale,” another woman replied.
“Wow, as expected from the Greville family. Even the Levoure family gave them their exclusive gems.”
People were talking a lot about this because they knew that only a select few could actually buy from the Levoure family. For other rich people, they would go to their different branch companies, which were also quite famous. The young people also got excited listening to their talks as they also knew about the famous Levoure family.
Nathan and the twins arrived at the stage, many cameras were pointed at them, recording the whole ceremony. Arthur and Sylvie stood behind Nathan, holding a crown and tiara in their hands, respectively. Asher was sitting with Damian and Amelia at their own table.
“Damn, Ash, how much did those two gems cost you?” Damian said, looking at him.
“Around 3 Billion AUR,” Asher told him.
“What?” Damian looked at Amelia, who confirmed it.
“How many cars could we have bought with that? I bet even Lucas would have liked a car more than a crown…” Damian looked sad.
“This is a tradition, and we can buy him any car he wants. And don’t forget Livia. She looked so happy when I chose the design for her,” Amelia said, looking a bit angry as she argued with Damian, who quickly agreed with her to avoid any arguments.
“Even though Ivar is not in this world anymore, but his actions saved many,” Nathan started speaking, which stopped Amelia, as everybody looked in his direction.
“We may have found you a bit late, but here in the presence of all these people, I can say nobody in this world can look down on you. These crowns not only symbolize your status but your pride as a Greville as well.” Nathan stopped as he took the crown and tiara and placed them on their heads.
Lucas and Livia looked at Nathan as he stopped and saw many people clapping for them. Although they were not used to the crowd and standing on stage, they did not let their nervousness show on their faces. Many old men, and Edward, who was also interacting with them, also clapped. Asher, Amelia and Damian also stood up to congratulate the twins, and the party went on.
Meanwhile, in a mansion somewhere in Somaria,
In a room that had bookshelves filled with different books, which looked like an office room, as many documents and papers could be seen on the table. An old-looking man, who seemed to be in his 60s, was reading a book.
*Knock* *Knock*
“Come in,” the man said as a person wearing a butler uniform came in. His voice was authoritative, which depicted he was no simple man.
“We have received news regarding Young Master Asher,” the butler said respectfully to the man.
This man was none other than Alfred Raven, the father of Sylvie and the Seat Holder who represented the Raven family in the High Council. Although Raven’s strength was a bit on the weaker side, the amount of information they held, due to their information guild, led to them having a seat in the High Council and earned them the respect and fear of many other families. Just like Sylvie, he had black hair and black eyes, but his presence was like that of a wise emperor, unlike Nathan who gave off the aura of a tyrant. He was a peak SS-Rank hunter.
“Oh? Now what did my grandchild do that made you come so late and disturb my reading time?” The old man looked up at his butler as he put his book down.
“Young Master Asher had a clash with Elena Rothschild and her friends, Eva Williams and Kevin Whiteheart. He had a duel with Elena Rothschild in which she was injured badly. Sir Nathan stopped Louis Rothschild a bit harshly when he tried to attack the Young Master who was beating his niece,” the butler did not sugarcoat his words as he knew the man at the table did not like wasting his time on meaningless things.
“Who started the fight?” He asked.
“It was Elena Rothschild who wanted a mock battle, and it seems that she was confident because nobody knew of the Young Master’s awakening,” his butler replied.
“Then it was her fault, but just send a gift in the name of the Raven family to James Rothschild. Nathan can handle their Seat Holder. As for the Williams, they will not involve themselves in this matter, and Whiteheart are not a threat to us, so just ignore them,” Alfred said as he took his book back in his hands.
“Although there might be some clashes as Rothschild are not weak, but James Rothschild, despite being young, has a good head on his shoulders. He will not make any wrong moves because of his stupid daughter,” he stopped but then remembered something.
“And don’t tell Sylvie’s mother about this for now. She is just like Sylvie, if she heard that Asher got hurt in any way, many headaches would come my way,” he told his butler.
“But Master, she is the Family head, and I need-” The butler’s nervous voice was stopped by Alfred.
“Oh, I am not telling you not to tell her, but tell her ‘later.’ I will make sure she doesn’t kill you, so don’t worry,” Alfred smiled at his butler, who was already crying in his mind.
“Have a peaceful night, Master,” the butler bowed and left the room.
“It seems that the next time I meet that kid, I need to teach him not to learn things from his musclehead Grandfather and become more like me,” Alfred continued reading his book.