Limitless Bloom : The Rise of a Vermillion

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Chapter 6 – The Noble Gathering Part 2

The grand hall of House Kira was filled with the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of fine glassware, and the rich scent of expensive delicacies.

Nobles, dressed in their finest attire, engaged in polite discussions, their mannerisms refined and practiced.

Kirsch walked in alongside his family, his posture straight, exuding the noble grace expected of a Vermillion.

Beside him, Mimosa clung to his hand, her golden eyes sparkling with curiosity as she took in the grand scene.

They had barely stepped inside when a familiar voice called out.

"Kirsch! Over here!"

Turning toward the source, Kirsch spotted Hamon Caseus waving enthusiastically. Beside him stood Langris and Finral Vaude, both dressed in elegant noble attire.

Langris, as expected, held himself with a proud demeanor, his expression composed but interested. Finral, on the other hand, had a more relaxed air, offering a polite smile.

Kirsch approached them, Mimosa following closely.

"It's been a while," he greeted, nodding toward the trio.

"It really has," Hamon said with a grin. "You've been training under Lady Mereoleona, right? That must be intense."

Kirsch chuckled lightly. "You could say that."

Langris, ever the perfectionist, scrutinized him for a moment. "You do look stronger. Though, I imagine there's a fine line between rigorous training and recklessness."

Kirsch smirked. "Perhaps. But I prefer action over hesitation."

Langris simply hummed in response, while Finral chuckled. "You're definitely more confident than last time."

Kirsch glanced at him. "And you seem more composed."

Finral scratched the back of his head. "Well, I do have a reputation to maintain as the eldest son of House Vaude."

Kirsch noted the slight awkwardness in his tone but didn't comment. Instead, he turned his attention to the others.

"Are Klaus and Rill here yet?"

"Rill should be around somewhere," Hamon said, looking over the crowd. "As for Klaus, he's always on time. He's probably off discussing something serious with the adults."

Kirsch nodded before his eyes drifted toward a familiar silver-haired figure.

Across the hall, Nozel Silva stood in quiet conversation with a few noblemen. Beside him was Nebra, her sharp gaze sweeping the room, and Solid, who, despite his young age, carried himself with an air of confidence.

Kirsch decided to make his way over.

"Come on, Mimosa. Let's go greet the Silvas."

She nodded eagerly, following him as he approached their group.

As they neared, Nozel noticed them first. He turned slightly, his posture straightening ever so slightly in acknowledgment.

"Kirsch," he greeted with a formal nod. "It's been some time."

Kirsch returned the gesture. "It has. Congratulations on your promotion to Intermediate Magic Knight .It's well deserved."

Nozel's lips barely curved upward in what could be considered approval. "Thank you. I trust your training has been going well."

"It has. Mereoleona is relentless, but the results speak for themselves," Kirsch said.

From the side, Nebra scoffed lightly. "Just don't let her turn you into a battle-crazed lunatic like herself."

Kirsch chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

Mimosa, meanwhile, had been holding Noelle's hand, the two young girls whispering to each other in excitement.

Solid, standing beside Nebra, crossed his arms. "You've been training a lot, huh?" he said, sounding more curious than arrogant.

Kirsch nodded. "That's right. And what about you, Solid? Have you been practicing your water magic?"

Solid puffed up slightly. "Of course! Nozel has been teaching me!"

Kirsch smiled. "That's good. Learning from a strong older brother is a great advantage."

Nozel gave a slight nod of approval at the statement.

As the younger children continued their chatter, Kirsch turned back to Nebra.

"How about you?" he asked. "Have you made progress in your magic?"

Nebra smirked. "More than you'd expect. Thanks to your suggestions, I've found new ways to manipulate my mist magic. It's not just for concealment anymore."

Kirsch raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

She leaned in slightly. "Mist isn't just for hiding. It can mislead, obscure vision, and even suffocate if used properly, or i coul I've been refining techniques that make it harder for opponents to distinguish reality from illusion."

Kirsch grinned. "That sounds promising. If used well, you could control entire battlefields."

Nebra nodded. "That's the goal. What about you? Any interesting developments in your cherry blossom magic?"

Kirsch considered his progress. "I've been refining my reinforcement techniques, making them more efficient. I'm also experimenting with different ways to use cherry blossoms—both offensively and defensively."

Nebra seemed intrigued. "Sounds versatile. I'd like to see it in action sometime."

"Likewise. A mist-cloaked battlefield against an unpredictable flurry of petals… that would be an interesting fight."

Nebra smirked. "Maybe one day."

Their conversation was briefly interrupted by a servant announcing the next phase of the gathering—a formal banquet where noble families would take their seats.

Kirsch glanced toward Mimosa and Noelle, who were still happily chatting. Seeing them like this, he couldn't help but feel content.

This gathering, despite the political undertones, was shaping up to be… enjoyable.

The banquet hall buzzed with the quiet clatter of silverware, the hum of polite conversation blending with the soft melody of a string quartet in the background. Kirsch, Mimosa, and the Silvas took their seats at one of the noble tables, surrounded by an assortment of delicacies fit for royalty.

Kirsch picked up his goblet of juice, raising it slightly in the air before taking a sip.

The taste was rich and bold, much like the event itself. He glanced around the room, noting the many important figures, each one wearing a mask of civility and poise.

But as the evening wore on, the conversation became more relaxed, especially with those he knew well.

Nebra, sitting across from him, was in the midst of discussing her most recent magic developments.

Her sharp wit and dry humor kept the table entertained as she detailed her mist magic's new applications, making Kirsch chuckle at the complexity of her ideas.

"You're always a step ahead," he remarked, wiping a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. "A battlefield of illusions, controlled by you alone—sounds terrifying."

Nebra grinned, clearly pleased with his response. "I'm still working on it. But maybe you'll get the chance to face it someday."

Finral, who had been listening intently, raised his glass. "A duel between cherry blossoms and mist? Now that would be something to see."

"I'll take that challenge," Kirsch said with a smirk, looking at Nebra.

Langris, ever the skeptic, shook his head. "I don't know if either of you would come out of that fight in one piece."

"Who needs pieces when you can have a whole victory?" Kirsch replied with a wink.

The conversation drifted from magic to lighter topics—family stories, the latest gossip among nobles, and the usual banter that came with being among friends. It was a rare moment of ease, and

Kirsch found himself genuinely enjoying the company of those around him. Even Langris, usually so serious, seemed less distant tonight.

As the meal wound down and the servants began clearing the plates, Kirsch leaned back in his chair, feeling full and satisfied—not just with the food, but with the camaraderie shared this evening.

"It's been good to see you all," he said, his tone softening as the evening drew to a close. "We should do this more often."

"Absolutely," Finral agreed with a grin. "Though next time, I'll make sure the food's a little less... fancy." He chuckled as he patted his stomach. "A little more meat and potatoes would do the trick."

The others laughed, their voices blending into the warm ambiance of the hall.

The nobles around them began to stand, gathering their belongings as the evening began to wind down. Kirsch stood as well, offering a smile to Nozel, who gave a simple nod in return.

"We'll be heading out soon," Kirsch said to the group, signaling to Mimosa, who had already stood and was ready to leave with him.

"Take care," Nebra said with a smirk, her usual sharpness softened by the evening's pleasant atmosphere. "Until next time, Kirsch."

"I'm looking forward to it," he replied, offering a brief bow before turning toward his family.

With the Silvas and others bidding their farewells, Kirsch and his family made their way out of the grand hall, the cool night air welcoming them as they stepped outside. The streets of the capital were quiet, lit only by the soft glow of lanterns.

As they walked toward their carriage, Mimosa excitedly chatted about everything she had seen and heard, her enthusiasm infectious.

Kirsch listened with a smile, feeling a sense of warmth in his chest. Despite the politics that underpinned gatherings like these, the simple joy of family and friends was something that could never be overshadowed.

Once they were in the carriage, the horses set in motion, Kirsch gazed out the window, the flickering streetlights passing by in a blur. His thoughts were peaceful, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily forgotten.

It had been a good evening—one filled with meaningful conversations, laughter, and progress.

Kirsch felt a rare sense of contentment. As much as the world was filled with expectations and challenges, moments like this reminded him of what truly mattered.

"Tonight was nice," Mimosa said quietly, her voice soft in the carriage. "It was fun to see everyone together."

Kirsch nodded, his smile widening. "It was. Let's make sure to do it again sometime."

As the carriage rolled on toward House Vermillion, Kirsch felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. It was good to have moments like this—to remind him that even in the midst of his rigorous training and the challenges ahead, there was always room for joy.

With his family by his side and the road ahead illuminated by the soft light of the lanterns, he couldn't help but feel grateful.

Tonight, he had been reminded of the bonds that anchored him, and as the familiar silhouette of House Vermillion appeared in the distance, Kirsch knew that tomorrow would come with

its own challenges, but for tonight, he was content.

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To Be Continued…

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