The journey had taken two full months of sea travel, but at long last, the colossal ship had arrived in the Kingdom of Magna Frisia—specifically, in the noble dukedom ruled by Luka. The immense vessel glided into the bustling harbor with the groan of heavy timbers and the rhythmic snap of sails in the wind, heralding the conclusion of a long and eventful voyage.
Adam had made the most of the trip. During the journey, he had thrown himself into study and practice. Not only did he become fluent in the language known as the 'Human Tongue,' but he also made extraordinary progress in learning magic. In only two months, he had gone from complete novice to casting beginner-level spells with precision.
Celest, his mother and now mentor, guided him through every step of his magical development. What Adam had not known until then was that Celest was an extraordinarily powerful mage. She taught him far more than just spells—she delved into theories of mana manipulation, magical circles, silent casting, enchanting techniques, and elemental affinity control. She would often share stories from her own magical training—tales filled with ancient beasts, forgotten ruins, and great battles. In those quiet lessons, Adam found more than just magical knowledge. He discovered the depths of her sacrifices, and it drew them even closer.
When he wasn't learning magic, Adam engaged with the ship's crew. Conversing with them helped him refine his language skills and learn about seafaring. The sailors admired his curiosity. They let him assist with tying knots, raising sails, and polishing brass. These small tasks filled him with a sense of purpose. Despite the monotony of sea travel, Adam felt fulfilled.
By the time they arrived in port, the sun hung high in the afternoon sky, casting golden rays upon the white stone architecture of Welstone—the crown jewel of Luka's domain. It was one of the largest cities in Magna Frisia, famed for its high standard of living and advanced infrastructure. Even from aboard the ship, Adam could see vibrant city life in motion: carriages rolled smoothly along paved streets, shopkeepers advertised their wares with cheerful calls, and children played in safe, cobbled courtyards.
"Wow... this place feels so alive," Adam thought, leaning over the ship's wooden railing. "No beggars or homeless people in sight. It's like everyone actually wants to be here."
Behind him, footsteps approached. It was Celest. Her raven-black hair tumbled like silk to her shoulders, and her deep abyss eyes shimmered with warmth. Her elegance and charm turned heads wherever she went.
She stopped beside Adam and gazed down at his curious face. "Sweetie, are you excited to see your new home?" she asked.
Adam turned and smiled. "I'm excited, Mother."
Celest beamed. "He's so cute when he smiles," she thought fondly.
"Alright then, Adam. Your father is already waiting for us at the dock," she said, offering her hand.
Adam accepted, and they descended the gangplank together. The dock's aged wooden planks creaked underfoot, green algae clinging to the submerged posts. The sea water was so clear that Adam could see silvery fish gliding below, their scales flashing in the sunlight.
At the end of the pier stood Luka, clad in light armor and spinning a dagger between his fingers like a toy. His blond hair was windswept, and the sunlight reflected off the polished steel of his shoulder guards.
"Luka, are you ready to head back?" Celest called.
Luka looked up and grinned. "Ah, if it isn't my beloved wife and son. Of course, I'm ready."
With that, the trio left the port and began their walk through the heart of Welstone. The streets were immaculate, lined with expertly constructed buildings of marble, brick, and oak. Flower boxes bloomed in every windowsill, and the scent of bread, spices, and fresh fruit filled the air. Townsfolk moved about with contented expressions, and guards stood relaxed but alert, creating an atmosphere of safety and prosperity.
As they passed, people greeted Luka and Celest with a blend of respect and affection. Some bowed, others waved, and a few even approached to exchange kind words. Luka always responded with warm familiarity—asking about children, offering compliments, or making promises to visit.
After an hour of leisurely walking and gentle conversation, they left the city behind. A white stone path branched off from the main road, leading through fields blanketed in tall grass and wildflowers. Birds chirped overhead, and the occasional butterfly fluttered past. The sky had started its shift toward evening, casting longer shadows and softening the light.
At the end of the path stood the mansion—an architectural marvel. It loomed over the surrounding countryside like a jewel set in green velvet. Constructed from creamy white stone and framed with elegant silver trim, the estate featured tall arched windows that gleamed in the light. The building had multiple wings, balconies, and towers. It wasn't just a home; it was a statement of power, heritage, and refinement.
A tall iron gate marked the entrance. Two armored guards stood at attention. As the family approached, the guards' eyes widened, especially when they spotted the young boy walking between Luka and Celest, holding both their hands.
"Lord Luka, Lady Celest—welcome back!" one guard announced with a salute.
"Thank you," Luka and Celest said in unison.
The guard hesitated, then cautiously asked, "My lord... if I may, the messenger didn't mention a child. Might I ask who this young one is?"
Celest smiled and knelt down, wrapping an arm around Adam's shoulders. "This is our son, Adam."
The guards exchanged shocked glances.
"My lord," the guard said delicately, "forgive me, but... you've only been gone a year. Lord Adam appears... older than expected."
Luka stepped forward. "We found him in the forests of Croft on our way back. He has no memory of his parents, so we decided to take him in as our own."
Adam looked down, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze.
"Why are they talking about me like I'm not here? I hate being in the spotlight."
After a brief conversation at the gate, the two armored guards stepped aside, pushing open the massive wrought-iron gates with a resonant creak. Beyond them lay the full splendor of the White family estate—a sprawling path of white cobblestone that stretched in a gentle curve toward the grand entrance of the mansion. On either side of the path, rows of immaculately trimmed hedges and vibrant flowerbeds created a scene worthy of a royal painting.
Lining both sides of the cobblestone walkway stood dozens of maids, all dressed in pristine black and white uniforms, their posture perfect as they stood at attention in a single straight line. As soon as the gate finished opening and the carriage passed through, every maid bowed in perfect unison, their synchronized movement displaying both discipline and respect.
"Welcome back, Lord Luka and Lady Celest."
The words were spoken in practiced unison, yet the warmth in the tone made it clear this was more than just routine—it was genuine reverence.
Adam stepped out behind them, his eyes wide with awe. The mansion towered over everything in sight, its white stone walls shining under the twin moons, which had begun their silent ascent into the evening sky. The main structure featured tall arched windows and two grand towers flanking either side. Golden filigree traced along the edges of the windows and doors, catching the fading sunlight and shimmering like stardust.
From the marble staircase leading to the main entrance, an older man in a sharp black suit descended—his silver hair combed back, and his posture regal. It was Bradly, the head butler of the estate. His calm, collected demeanor exuded years of loyal service.
"Lord Luka, Lady Celest," Bradly said with a respectful bow. "It is a joy to see you return safely. The mansion has been kept in perfect order in your absence."
Celest smiled fondly. "Thank you, Bradly. It's good to be home."
Adam looked up at the towering mansion and then back at the smiling staff, unable to suppress the sense of wonder blooming in his chest. Everything about this place felt like a dream—elegant, timeless, and rich with history.
Luka placed a firm hand on Adam's shoulder. "Welcome to your new home, son."