Alpha Reborn!

Princess Isabella, no less stunning than her mother, wore her vibrant red hair in a tidy bun that accentuated her delicate features. Her dress was also lavishly adorned with intricate designs, an exquisite reflection of her elegance and charm. Her smile, like a ray of sunshine, amplified the tranquility of their surroundings.

Seated at a table bedecked with the finest silverware and tableware, Lady Eleanor and Princess Isabella were indulging in a luxuriant blend of tea imbued with both fragrance and refinement. The garden, a work of art in itself, was ablaze with the scent of blooming flowers, infusing the air with a sweet aroma.

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom "My dearest, have you caught wind of the latest rumor?" Lady Eleanor said in a low voice, leaning in closer to her daughter.

Princess Isabella looked up at her mother with curiosity, her eyes sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight.

"What is it that you've heard, Mother?" Princess Isabella inquired, her voice as soft and gentle as a rose petal.

"Word has it that the crown prince of frost has awoken the weakest type of soul plate," Lady Eleanor revealed, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Princess Isabella's expression soured, and she sighed, her disappointment palpable. "I had such high hopes for him," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.

"Don't lose heart, my dear. Your knight in shining armor will come in due time," Lady Eleanor comforted her daughter, reaching out to console her.

Every woman dreamed of such a ridiculous romance, but they didn't know that a knight with shining armor was someone whose metal hadn't been tested!

"Mother, you haven't revealed my desire to engage with the crown prince of frost, right?" Princess Isabella said, a hint of anxiety vivid in her voice. "I'm no longer interested in him. He's unworthy of my attention."

Lady Eleanor smiled at her reassuringly,

"Your worries are unfound, my dearest. No one knows about what your heart once yearned for, not even your father. I was waiting to see if you'd make a wise choice before announcing it to the world. It appears you haven't, and my vigilance has spared you from any harm," she reassured her daughter, her words easing Princess Isabella's fears.

"Thank you, Mother," Princess Isabella said, her gratitude evident.

"Just doing my job, my dearest. After all, you deserve someone with a strong soul plate and a noble status, my dearest," Lady Eleanor affirmed, her voice resolute. "And we'll find him for you, someone who will grovel at your feet and obey your every command like a pig, just as you deserve."

They didn't know that they were going to regret their decisions for the rest of their lives.

...

As the opulent doors of the Frostweaver Family's estate swung open, a young man strode in with a sense of urgency etched on his face. Dressed impeccably in a black butler's attire, his well-groomed brown hair added to his overall sophistication. Sharp brown eyes swept the room before settling on Nicholas, who sat regally at a grandiose desk in his study.

"Palace Lord," he began, "the rank-3 anomaly has awakened a control-type soul plate with no innate skill crystal. Things are looking rather bleak for him. He's about as useful as a sack of potatoes compared to Jack and Mathew," he added sarcastically.

Nicholas' face lit up with glee as he heard this news, his slanted eyes glowing with excitement. Dressed in pristine white clothes, he exuded an enigmatic appearance. His evil grin stretched wider as he leaned forward in his chair.

"This is splendid news!" he exclaimed, clearly pleased. "We have been awaiting an opportunity like this. Funnily enough, it's all going according to the prophecy that was foretold by the warmongers."

The butler looked at Nicholas with a questioning gaze, "Palace Lord, should I notify our party members to go on with the plan and create chaos during today's court session?"

Nicholas replied with a simple "yes."

Evan, the center of attention yet again, appeared entirely unfazed by the news that had caused a stir throughout the entire Sun Moon Empire.

As an imperialist who was well-known for all the wrong reasons, he had grown accustomed to the endless scrutiny of relentless paparazzi and the vitriolic comments of malicious cyberbullies who were consumed by their jealousy towards his privileged upbringing. They loathed him for no other reason than the fact that he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

It should be noted that he would have been disgusted by their behavior in the past, but after regaining the memories of his past life, he had become such a different man that he was entirely disinterested in the ridiculous events unfolding before him. To him, the endless chatter about his life was nothing more than fodder for the idle-minded, those with nothing better to do than pry into the affairs of others. He saw no reason to waste his precious time on these people who held no significance in his life.

Instead, he chose to mark his meaningful coming of age in the company of his closest friend and family, basking in their warm embrace and reveling in their love and support.

For him, this was the only thing that truly mattered.

Magnus congratulated Evan on his coming of age with a thoughtful gift - a pair of magic-ranked boots called "Silent Steps."

As Evan inspected the boots, his eyes widened with excitement.

Crafted by the finest rune smith in the empire, the boots were said to be infused with a special type of magic that deafened noise, allowing the wearer to move without making a sound.

Lirian had no intention of being outdone by his uncle. He presented Evan with an equally impressive gift - a beautifully crafted magic-ranked item called the "Starlight Amulet."

Evan's heart swelled with gratitude when he inspected it.

Adorned with a shining star made of pure silver, it had the ability to revitalize the mind and body of the wearer.

Evan expressed his thanks to both Magnus and Lirian for their thoughtful gifts, feeling grateful to have such supportive people by his side as he stepped into adulthood.