"The heir of house Morvane! Lord Yom Morvane!"
The doors to the banquet hall opened ajar and there he was, my step brother entered with a flair clearly belonging to nobility, he was dressed with the colors of our house and when he was a few steps inside the room, he stopped. Took out his rapier and thrusted towards the ceiling releasing a wave of purple mana that in resonance with his confusion rune made everyone in the hall start laughing.
"Is this how they are all going to enter?"
"Yes young master Crow, they will be announced, take out their weapon and show their level of mastery over mana resonance. It's a way to elegantly say they are above everyone else."
"But you said I can't prank anyone!"
The shadow-butler was speechless, nobody knew why, but when young master Crow uses his resonance with mana, instead of the laughter his house usually produced, everyone started crying.
And not happy tears, oh no.
He knew, those were tears of sadness, he had experienced them himself.
"Maybe you can emit your mana and silently enchant everyone with your [Faker] spells?"
I deadpanned at my butler. My [Faker] series only had hurting touches.
"Forget it. Let's just see them."
It seemed my error mana actually produced the opposite resonance with different runes and I was happy with that, it'd be boring otherwise. Either way, I dedicate to just watch and see, decisions could be made later on.
After Yom was seated at his named place, the chamberlain shouted again.
"HEIR OF THE DUCHY OF STORM, LORD CAELUM ZEPHYRIAN!"
A tall young man with silvery hair and brilliant turquoise eyes entered the room, when he reached the same spot Yom stopped, from his back, angelic wings spread out, twin blades in his hands and when he released his mana a soft breeze covered the entire room.
"Ohhh are they hybrid angels?"
"No young master, they are hybrid eagles."
"But his wings were white!"
He didn't answer anymore and we just kept watching from the mirrors I had created.
"HEIRESS OF THE DUCHY OF FLOOD, LADY MARIN THALASSOR!"
The young lady that entered had deep blue hair that sometime reflected a green light, her eyes abyss black and had a slowness in her movement that gave people doubts about her intentions. But when she reached the exposition point and her trident appeared, water started to pool around her feet only to tremble with barely resisting restraint.
"I know that look! That's how I looked like when I was on power save mode! She must be on a tight leash!"
"Young master, can you stop commenting every Lord and lady?"
"You're no fun Andre."
"HEIRESS OF THE HOUSE OF LAW, LADY JUSTE VERIDAN!"
A short young lady stomped on the carpet like she owned the place, she took out a glaive and with a wave of her mana uttered a single command: "bow."
And that was what everyone but the heirs did. Her short blonde bob moved with satisfaction and with her puffed flat chest she moved towards the other heirs.
"Hey Lucas…"
"No."
Tch
"HEIR OF THE DUCHY OF SUN, LORD AURIEL SOLYANTHE!"
Blazing blonde hair, perfect bronze skin and a smile that radiated "I'm a lady killer" strutted his way to the room. He took out a beautifully decorated mace and the pure golden mana he radiated gave everyone a sense of awe and peace.
"TREVOR! IS THAT DIVINE POWER?"
"Please, young master…"
"WHAT? I NEED TO KNOW. NOW."
"It's not divine power in the sense you might think, the name is correct, since the Primordial Rune of the Sun Path is the rune of [divinity], but the resonance is more like a healing massage, just a relaxant."
"Oh, bummer."
"HEIRESS OF THE DUCHY OF MOON, LADY SELAN LUNARETH!"
She was the exact opposite of the heir of Sun, alabaster skin, silver hair with black stripes and an expression that did nothing to mask how sleepy she felt. When she took out her giant scythe, her silver mana manifested some kind of fog that made everyone feel uncomfortable and gloomy, just as fast she retracted it and left to join the other heirs without another world.
"HEIRESS OF THE DUCHY OF PROSPERITY, LADY EIRA VERDANE!"
A tall young elf with long wavy auburn hair and deep green eyes entered the room with an air of gentleness nobody else exuded, with the smile of a mother she took a wooden staff decorated with all kind of flowers and as soon as her mana was released, all the flowers decorating the room grew more brilliant and fragrant.
"Can you believe that I wished to be part of that path Yuri? I was so poor and famished that the idea of one day having a farm was basically the only thing that kept me alive."
I received no answer, but I didn't take it personally, it was a dark moment for me after all.
"HEIR OF THE HOUSE OF WAR, LORD ROVAN DRAVON!"
Now, if I was a giant, this man was something else entirely, with an imposing height of 7'5", a build that probably put every bodybuilder to shame he walked like a trained soldier to the center of the room, where with his fiery red hair and blood red war axe he released a wave of mana that enticed everyone's bloodlust. When he saw none of the heirs reacted, his grinning grew wild and he almost rushed over them.
I was not interested in senseless violence, so I skipped any comment over him.
"HEIR OF THE DUCHY OF CREATION, LORD LYSS AETHERION!"
Now if the young man before was a giant the one entering now was a midget, but it was normal considering his dwarven lineage. Black grey hair, healthy tanned skin and small but calculating eyes screening everything. He took out a pair of gauntlet as big as his own head and when he punched them together, a ripple of grey mana engulfed the room.
"The fuck? What's his resonance?"
"It only affects artefacts."
"But my mirrors are still working?"
"Young master, you think your shadows would allow for them to break? However he now probably knows that someone is watching them."
"Oh well, I think everyone knows that, there are 13 seat at the table the heirs are supposed to sit."
"HEIR OF THE DUCHY OF CONNECTION, LORD NIVEN CORDARIS!"
The young man entering had a high man bun and amber eyes, his smirk and playfulness on full display for everyone to see, when he took out his longbow, a web of mana expanded everywhere even trying to reach the mirror I was using.
"Oh no you don't."
"Young master! Wait!"
I snapped my finger and the mirror disappeared from his location, only to reappear on another wall. The web kept trying to reach it, but it shifted position every time, eventually the heir let it go. There was no need to attract too much attention.
"Young master did you learn space magic?"
"Donovan, what are you talking about? The mirror has never moved, only those that were focusing on it saw it moving away?"
"Is that even possible?"
"[mirage] magic really is beautiful, right?"
"HEIRESS OF THE DUCHY OF WISDOM, LADY AURELIA NOCTALE!"
A young girl entered the room, her grey eyes inspecting everything at a speed even I couldn't achieve, her long black hair moved in hypnotic waves and when her great sword appeared the mana in the room got heavy, everyone donned a nostalgic look in their eyes and she walked away satisfied.
"Well, that was cute."
"I dare say she's the prettiest of the heirs."
"No Warren, I was talking about her resonance, it's related to good memories."
"How do you know?"
"You think I have been studying only science all this time? Of course I dabbled in psychology as well."
He shut his mouth at my obvious remark and we both focused again. It was time our target was announced.
"HEIR OF THE DUCHY OF LOVE, LORD SERAPH AMARELLE!"
The locked target was beautiful beyond belief.
Rose golden hair, red eyes and lips that promised nothing but trouble. Every movement exuded charisma and sweetness.
He took out a leather whip and released a mana wave that had almost everyone look at him with pure devotion.
"Hahahaha, oh my god, this will be fun."
"Shall we go, young master Crow?"
"Of course, all this pompous nonsense is borderline nauseating, except for brother Yom, that Niven and our target, everyone was boring."