As the knights gave their command , the childrens stepped forward and announced their names .
After the childrens of the royal families had declared their identity Zarionth descended from from his throne , stepping onto the stage with a box in his hand .
The box held a device called Markhale .
Though it resembled a common document seal . Markhale was no ordinary tool - it was a sacred item used by caelthorns to bestow tattoos upon the children of royal families under their dominion .
" May great vailorith give you courage in your upcoming journey as worriors ". Said zarionth with stern , commanding voice.
Standing in front of a child with blue hairs - dressed in an excuscite outfit that shimmered with elegance . Zarionth gestured him to rise .
The child was none other then his firstborn son , born of his unison with his first wife , Alice Caelthorn .
Zarionth him in the eye and ordered " Extend your arm ".
Alice obeyed without a word , extending his arm slightly.
From the box zarionth drew the markhale and pressed it gently to the back of Alice's hand .
When he removed it , an brilliant symbol shone faintly , the insignia of house caelthorn gleamed like a dimond.
" This symbol is proof that you are a member of strongest house in the world ".
" And anyone who dares to raise their weapons at the member of house caelthorn shall be deemed enemy of house caelthorn ".
Those tattoos were farr more then symbol - they were the keys . With them , childrens gain access to secret technique : advanced weapon art , breathing technique , footwork and elite instructors . Only the best of the best
Would be assigned as their mentors.
The moment markhale touched their skin their place in hierarchy was set .
Once every child had recieved the tattoo in the back of their hand , Zarionth returned to his throne , seated once again as a figure of unshakable authority .
The royal children were dismissed , and the ceremony moved into it's final phase .
Now , the knights called upon the children standing near the gates at the back . Among them was Velmor.
Velmor wore a deep blue , v-shaped tunic , hand - sewn with care . It's sleeves stooped just above his wrist , and a leather belt cinched his waist . The attire , beautifully crafted by Halen , was specially made for this important day .
" Come forth childrens ". The knights commanded .
For many this was their first time participating in such grand event . They trembled slightly , but buried their fear . Kneeling as the royal children had , they shouted in unison.
" We pay respects to our lord ".
Even from a distance , velmor's presence , elegance and beauty stood out . So much so that people in the upper floor could have mistaken him for one of royal blood .
As the childrens kneelt , the expression of th women besides zarionth turned visibly sour .
But Zarionth unaffected by their reaction remained seated and said calmly .
" May the lord bless you with currage for your upcoming journey ".
His response this time lacked the passion and emphasis he had shown earlier for the royals . It was colder . More distant .
" You may go now " He said .
But before children could leave the stage
, zarionth glanced at the knights and sent message through sound transmission .
Receiving the silent order , the knights stopped velmor just as he began walking back with others .
" Stop child , you are to remain here ".
The guests began to murmur .
" He is the child of that vexin " whispered a noble woman standing in the ground floor .
" Like mother like son , must have caused some trouble and gotten cought ". Chuckled another .
Velmor , hearing their words smiled invardly .
' Time to give you a nice show , zarionth '.
With a calm , emotionless face , he respectfully bowed to the knight and asked , " May I ask , sir knight ..... Why am I being stopped ".
" Silence . You are not permitted to speak . Return to the stage ".
Velmor obeyed . Walking back to the stage he stood still , his expression unreadable .
The Knight , angred by his seeming defience , growled ,
" On your knees , boy ! Do not show such arrogance again ! ". He released his aura , forcing velmor down onto knee .
The air grew tensed . Crowd fell silent .
Now from his throne , zarionth asked a single question :
" State your identity ".
Though his face showed no emotion , a thought passed through zarionth's mind .
' Did Halen not tell him about his identity ?'.
Velmor controlling his feelings , velmor replied hesitation or visible change in expression .
" I am Halen velmor ... My lord ".
Zarionth's eyes sharpened , a flicker of confusion crossing his face . The guests in the upper floor now sat stunned , single question echoed in their mind .
' Why is the Lord of House Caelthorn intrested in a worker's child ?'.
' yes , he has some prescense but that can't be all , can it ?'.
" Halen velmor , you say ? Then why do you ... The descendant of great Vailorith... refuse to take the name caelthorn ".
A vein popped up on zarionth's forehead .
Gasps spread across the upper floors .
Now , confusion rippled on the gathered guests on the upper floor unaware of velmor's identity .
After all , this was an evet hosted by the great house of caelthorn's and yet , a mere boy stood there disrupting it with what seemed like foolish antics . And not only that - had been cought as well .
Velmor , watching their face in confusion , felt a storm of excitement swirling within . And in that charged moment , only two words echoed in his mind .
' GOT YOU '.