Ancient Imperial Calendar Year 1813
A week after the graduation ball, Ricardo would meet his father Orsman face to face for the first time in years.
The father and son first met on Ricardo's first and last birthday, and the last time they met was on the first day of the Blood Academy.
Now four years had passed. Ricardo, at the age of 18, had defeated all his rivals and become the Heir of the Kislavein Dynasty, but this had not yet been officially declared.
First, the Dynasty Lord had to officially approve it.
Ricardo was brought to the throne room under the guidance of his Master Eduardo.
The huge doors, ten times the size of an average human, gave a clue as to how large the throne room was.
"Are you ready, Heir of the Dynasty?" Eduardo asked.
"I am ready," Ricardo replied.
Ricardo took a deep breath before entering the throne room. A vague excitement was filling him.
Eduardo shouted loudly.
"THE YOUNG LORD OF THE KISLAVEIN DYNASTY, RICARDO KISLAVEIN, REQUESTS PERMISSION TO ENTER."
Eduardo said Young Lord instead of Heir of the Dynasty.
The reason for this was that Ricardo's heirship had not yet been approved by Dynasty Lord Orsman.
The giant doors were moved with magic and slowly opened all the way.
Finally, the throne room was revealed in all its glory.
The construction of the throne room was decorated with precious metals of immeasurable value, with gold spent in amounts that ordinary people could not even imagine, and even the most intelligent mathematicians could not calculate with various formulas.
The throne where the Dynasty Lord sat was made of Bloodstones, which are rarer than even the rarest metals and can only be mined in the Kislavein Capital Kislathor with the sweat of tens of thousands of people every year.
There was a belief that this throne gave great power to the person sitting on it, and there was even a belief that it could turn even the kindest person into a cruel beast.
Ricardo walked slowly towards the throne where his father Orsman sat.
Walking with his head bowed, Ricardo showed absolute submission and obedience.
Crushed under his father's Aura, Ricardo did not even dare to raise his head.
"What incredible power, Orsman is even stronger than me in my previous life. No, calling him father is more accurate. How strong are you? From the moment I entered the throne room, this pressure almost took my breath away. How many more years do I have to work to be as strong as him?"
These thoughts motivated Ricardo to work harder and train harder.
When Ricardo reached the stairs leading up to the throne, he knelt down on one knee and paid his respects.
Orsman was staring at his son from head to toe.
"You have improved a lot in the last four years you spent at the academy. Even I wasn't this strong when I was your age, Ricardo."
Ricardo felt the pressure lift off him. He felt like he had suddenly lost a hundred pounds.
"Lift your head, my son, let me take a look at you."
Ricardo raised his face. For the first time in four long years, he was seeing his father's face up close.
"You did not disappoint me. You have grown much stronger and improved, and you have defeated your enemies in a very short time."
Orsman rose from his throne, walked down the steps one by one, stopped in front of his son, and drew his huge sword and raised it into the air.
This unique masterpiece made of Bloodstone was made by the current best blacksmith, Jaxenguard.
The sword, which represented the Kislavein Dynasty, was dark red in color, and even if it cut a thousand people, the blood on it would never be visible.
The length and thickness of the sword was awe-inspiring.
So much so that even those of Kislavein blood could not lift it, let alone holding the hilt with both hands was a struggle.
But Orsman, the Lord of the Kislavein Dynasty, held this massive sword with one hand and wielded it with great skill, dealing death to his enemies.
"Wow, I used a sword like this in my previous life. How nostalgic," Ricardo thought.
"Listen to me, Dynasty members of the Kislavein Dynasty. I am Orsman, IV Lord of the Kislavein Dynasty. I declare my son Ricardo Kislavein as the Heir of the Kislavein Dynasty and the Lord after me."
The hall erupted in applause so loud it would burst an ordinary person's eardrums and make them bleed.
Everyone was applauding and cheering for the Heir of the Western Lands. Everyone was shouting one name.
"LONG LIVE RICARDO! LONG LIVE RICARDO! LONG LIVE HIM!"
On the same day, the people of Kislathor learned that Ricardo had been officially declared the Heir.
The Dynasty Lord Orsman ordered festivities and entertainment for seven days and seven nights.
Ricardo had emerged victorious from his 18-year struggle between life and death.