Chapter 16 – The Son of Beryl House
Tonight, I was invited to the birthday party for the son of the famous Beryl’s house.
The head of a distinguished family as well as the leader of the knights, Gion Sama. Well known of his intellect and also his strength, as was seen by the military. A person I greatly respected.
My name was John Veltor.
I was born in a mid-class noble house and was currently a scholar. Even if I said so myself, I thought I could be considered as clever. But my house could be said as rotten.
My father was deplorable and my foolish brothers followed his footsteps. They squeezed tax money out of their subjects and spent it on pleasure. How shameless.
As the 2nd son, I could do nothing. It was frustrating so to become someone who could stand up to that, I abandoned my house. Now, I was working hard as a scholar.
Gion Sama, whom I respected. As rumors went, he imposed good governance across his territory and when I met him in person, I trembled at his wiseness. How could such a perfect person exist?
I often heard rumors about Beryl’s house’s child.
That he was a genius.
That he was a prodigy.
Gion Sama said that too…It was unimaginable.
He was a strict person for better or worst.
But he was a parent after all.
This was disappointing. I felt like going home.
Possessing great intellect, was very reliable, that was why…
The person standing on the stage talking, was that really Gion Sama?
Certainly, standing in front of a crowd at only 3 years old was a little impressive but at most that meant his growth was faster then other children. [TN: You have no IDEA.]
In the end, this was just fond parents showing off their child, I thought as I looked up at the stage.
“”””” OOH! “”””
The young child walked out from the curtains. And the event hall was filled with commotion.
I too, unintentionally held my breath.
…..It was like an angel had appeared. Soft silky silver hair, that ended a little below his ears, swayed along the wind, green transparent pupils that stared gently yet with focus, he walked out with an air of composure. All of his well-featured parts were perfectly arranged on his face, like a miracle.
And most of all, the aura surrounding him.
You would not think he was just 3 years old.
His eyes, shining with intellect, faced the front.
” As introduced, I am Williams-Beryl. Today is my birthday party for celebrating me becoming 3 years old and I am really grateful to all of you for accepting the invitation. I hope you can enjoy yourselves and hope you have a great chime. ”
What in the world this was.
That speech with no hesitation, you would not believe a 3 years old child said it. He was a genius…no, a prodigy. Now I finally understood what Gion Sama said.
And then, he smiled gently.
A commotion stirred up again, Gion Sama said something but I could take nothing in now.
Lighting had struck me.
I wanted to talk to the child, Williams Sama, so badly that I could not stand it.