CHAPTER-6 THE HALL OF DIVINITY
When we followed priest we entered a massive hall with white and blue themed marble
a hall that screamed divinity it was soo clean almost felt unreal
At the center of hall stood a blue spear fixed into the floor.
Mana was leaking from it in a way I could actually see a thin strands of light drifting through the air,
slow and steady. I didn’t need anyone to explain what it was. My body reacted the moment I looked at it.
Someone else was already undergoing a mana core cermony.
That lady had short blue hair and her eyes were a deep maroon color.
She was standing in front of a globe.
Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. You could tell she was really nervous.
She had on a white dress that looked fancy. It was clear she had put a lot of thought into what she was going to wear for this
Behind her was her family—around twenty people—and even more servants. There was even a music band too.
I glanced around, confused.
Leaning closer to the butler, I whispered, “Is this a birthday… or a wedding?”
He paused, just briefly, before answering in his usual calm voice.
“This is how a usual noble sixteenth birthday looks
Usual
I repeated the word while looking around me
The priest began to chanting something
His voice was low and steady but each word sinking into the hall like a weight.
The sound wasn’t loud, yet it carried power echoing through the marble as if the walls themselves were listening.
The girl stepped forward.
She placed both hands on the globe.
At once, it reacted.
The sphere began to rotate, slow at first then faster. And Faster The blue light within it thickened, Mana in the hall stirred, drawn toward her in visible streams..
I felt the pressure in my chest tighten.
The air grew heavy.
Mana rushed toward the globe, then into her wrapping around her arms like flowing threads.
Lines began to form on her skin, faint at first, then clearer. Intricate markings spread from her palms up her forearms, glowing softly with a pale blue light.
She gasped, but didn’t pull away.
The priest’s chanting grew sharper, more precise.
Each word seemed to lock the in a place
And finally, they sank beneath her skin, vanishing as the light faded.
The globe slowed.
The mana settled..
It was done.
I swallowed.
So this was how a mana core was born.
It was successful.
Her family was overjoyed
Her mother rushed a give a tight hug
Her father placed a hand on her head with clear pride on his face.
Her brother jumping with excitement Servants clapped, some even was crying openly,
and the band began to play a bright, celebratory tune.
Sweets were handed out.
Even we received one—a small yellow cake, warm and freshly made.
.
It was delicious felt like my mouth was melting the must really rich since they gave everyone on thechurch
Then it was my turn
The joy around me faded into background noise.
I stepped forward, feeling the same nervousness I’d seen on her face moments earlier.
But unlike her, there was no family waiting behind me. No comforting words. No reassuring hands.
Only the butler.
“Young Master,” he said in his usual calm, almost in a robotic tone, “I wish you good luck.”.
The priest gestured toward the globe.
“Take a deep breath,” he said.
I inhaled slowly.
Then he began chanting.
“Place your hands on the globe.”
I placed mine
The moment my palms touched the surface, something pulled.
I felt a cold sensation rushed through my arms, sharp enough to make me gasp.
My hands felt stuck like its glued to the globe—and it refused to let go. Mana surged toward me violently, far stronger than before.
My vision got blurred
My stomach tightened,
just below my heart.
Something inside me was rotating—fast. Too fast.
I felt like I would lose my consciousness at any moment.
But luckily i didn’t.
The rotation slowed.
Then stopped.
The pressure vanished all at once, leaving behind a strange sensation
[STATUS]
Name: —
Core Grade: Unknown
Mana Affinity: ??? (Unstable)
Warning: Core ×××××× detected
What
DING!
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
Mana Core Created
Core Level: 1
Mana: 4.35 → 5.50
Strength: 5.05 → 5.10
Congratulations
I blinked.
What was that did I imagine it
Still
…That’s a big jump for mana especially.
Even strength increased.
The priest stepped back, and announced proudly.
“The mana core creation ceremony is complete,” and said
“Congratulations.”
The butler bowed slightly.
“Congratulations, Young Master.”
No music played.
No cheers followed.
But my chest felt warm.
It worked.
Priest informed me
" you may not be able to use spell as you used to its normal since you always used heart as core you may take time to adjust
For the rest of the day you’ll have to wear a mana-blocking robe to prevents accidental mana leaking Everyone does after their first core creation.
He paused, then added casually,
, you’ll be allowed to remove it tomorrow by morning.”
After that, everything moved quickly and without trouble
.
We were guided into another chamber deeper within the church. Unlike the grand hall,
this room was quiet built for records rather than ceremony.
For the past three hundred years, the church had recorded the name of every person who successfully created a mana core within these walls.
Nobles, commoners, geniuses, failures none were excluded
A priest waited inside, older than the one who conducted the ceremony. Two knights stood on either side of him,
silent and unmoving, their presence more symbolic than threatening.
On the desk before them lay a massive book.
At first glance, it looked ordinary—thick, worn, and bound in dark leather
But I could feel it the moment I stepped closer. This was no normal ledger.
It was a sacred relic of the church.
Though it appeared to be only a few hundred pages thick
the book possessed infinite pages. It was the same record that had been used since three centuries ago,
its contents untouched by time.
The priest opened it slowly.
“Name?” he asked.
“Louis Casper.”
He glanced up briefly. “Correct.”
Then he wrote.
17th of July, 1233.
The ink dried instantly.
I leaned forward slightly and noticed the name written above mine.
That would be the girl from earlier.
Aria Asteron — 17th of July, 1233.
The ink was still dark.
Fresh.
Aria asteron huh !
So this was where we were all preserved.
After we left the church, the noise faded behind us.
“…Is it over?” I asked.
The butler nodded.
“Yes, Young Master. The ceremony is complete. From this moment on, you are a registered citizen of this kingdom.”
A pause.
no longer a minor.
I exhaled slowly.
“So that means I can legally sever ties with my family?”
His steps faltered—just slightly.
“…Yes,” he replied after more than a second. “You have the right to request a formal family severance.”
I glanced at the street ahead, at the people passing by without sparing us a look.
“Are you planning to do so?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “Not now.”
He waited.
“currently im broke,” I added flatly. “If I do it now, I’ll starve to death.”
For once,
he didn’t respond immediately.
“…A wise decision ” he said at last.
We continued walking
After that we reached manor quickly
Lady Seraphina remained seated behind her desk, her pen unmoving.
Why did he ask for an audience?
Louis had always been troublesome in small, predictable ways—breaking things, wandering where he shouldn’t, causing quiet inconveniences.
But he never asked for an audience.
That was what unsettled her.
Should I have granted it?
The thought surfaced on its own. She frowned and turned her gaze toward the window.
The manor grounds were calm. Too calm.
Then something familiar entered her view.
A carriage.
The family carriage slowed and stopped before the front steps.
Seraphina straightened slightly.
The door opened.
The head butler stepped down first.
And then—
Louis followed.
Her breath caught.
Something was different. Not his posture. Not his expression.
What he was wearing.
A mana-blocking robe.
Her fingers tightened against the armrest.
That meant
No.
Her thoughts raced ahead of what she wanted to accept.
Mana-blocking robes were worn only after one thing.
Sixteen.
Mana core.
“…How could I forget?” she whispered.
Her eyes flicked to the calendar on the table.
Today.
Her gaze returned to him as he stepped away from the carriage, the dull fabric draped over his shoulders, absorbing mana instead of reflecting it.
There was no celebration.
No welcoming party.
Not a single family member waiting.
Louis stood alone.
His eyes looked empty—not the kind of loneliness he used to exaggerate for attention, but something quieter. Real.
Her chest tightened.
Wait…
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Is that why he requested an audience?
The realization settled heavily in her heart.
And for the first time—
Lady Seraphina looked at Louis without hatred in her eyes.
She called the butler quietly.
“Was it today?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yes.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And… how was it?”
The butler paused, choosing his words carefully. “It was… pitiful, my lady.”
“Pitiful?” she repeated his words
“There was another family there,”
he said slowly. “He looked at them like a child—eyes wide, full of excitement,
but…
alone. He noticed their happiness their parents smiles, the laughter, the comfort of being surrounded by family. And yet…
he had none of that. Not a single familiar hand to guide him, not a single comforting word. Just himself.”
She swallowed, but still asked, “Alone… he went alone?”
“Yes. He knew you didn’t want to get involved with him,
but he still expected today to be… different.
Even I didn’t realize it was his birthday until he mentioned it himself.
He carried a hope in his eyes It was… heartbreaking, my lady. But still, he faced it.”
Her chest tightened.
The thought of him standing there, celebrating a milestone meant to be happy, completely isolated…
it made her heart ache slightly. But she didn’t acknowledge it.
She had always treated him as a nuisance, a child that needed discipline.
The boy had done what he needed to do. There was nothing to feel pity for
