Meeting the royal family

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[Name] Tristan

[Age] 14

[Race] Shapeshifter

[Main Ability] Shapeshifting

[Titles] Summon, Killer, Thief, Observer, Necromancer, Creator, Driver

[Skills] Power Consumer, Calming, Inspect, Skull Crusher, Thief, Spear of Darkness, Undead Summoning, Clear Mind, Teleport, Acceleration, Creation, Dark Orb, Fireball, Shadow Shield, Swordsman, Driver, Observing, Search, Splitter Orb, Revenge of Darkness, Shadow Body, Thief

[Level] 9011

[Effects] None

[Mana] 987/1067

[Strength] 734

[Defense] 1023

[Magica] 1123

[Shapeshifting] 5/7

[Blocked]

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Tristan was shocked at how much he grew from one Angel soldier. The Angels weren't all like Estiro though. There were other specialities, like archers and tanks.

Estiro was an very attack based Angel. Most Angel Recruits go the attacker way. They didn't think much and thought that strength meant power.

„I thank you very much Tristan. That was very brave of you and I will assure you that you will get compensated for your work.", Jakob told him.

Shortly after, they continued the rain. Tristan was asleep in one of the small carriages. Levelling his shapeshifter Level also decreased the Mana for every spell or skill. His was at level 5, wich meant that it barely even used Mana to shapeshift. Not only giving away normal levels brought up his Shapeshifting levels, but some go automatically went into it, meaning that he would level slower for the duration of not being level 7.

It started to rain and the horses slowed down a bit. An hour has passed and Tristan went back to the big carriage.

The assassins were a little surprise, but at least they were something. Tristan was really bored.

When he got I to the carriage, he sat next to Jakob.

„Hey. Had a good sleep?", Jakob asked.

„Yeah. I was a bit tired after the fight. Anyway, do you know how long it will take?"

„We should be there in thirty to sixty minutes.

Let me tell you about the royal family. I think you should know a bit of them.

First there's me. I'm the youngest son, the third son. So my life will probably be that of a noble. Then there is my younger sister. She is the youngest of all. She is also very young. Then there is my big brother and sister. They are both very entitled and petty. Be careful what you do around them, especially my brother. He isn't only entitled and petty, but a genius too. And last is the crown prince. He is an adult and fights at the frontlines in important wars. He is very politically focused and generally forward. Emotions isn't his thing."

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Arriving in the capital, they drove to the front gate of the emperors palace. They were welcomed by guards and a guy in a suit.

„Welcome! Your highness, my Lord.", he bowed towards Jakob and Tristan. Civilians gathered around them to see what's going on, and who the foreign person with he Prince was.

„Please, follow me."

The guy in the suit turned around and started walking towards the palace.

„That's Christian. He is a very good butler and has worked at the palace for many years now.", Jakob explained.

They entered the palace and Tristan was astonished. The entrance hall was circular with pillars on the side. On the opposite side of the entrance hall was a statue. On each side was a staircase, that seemingly lead behind the statues head.

The butler brought Tristan to a hallway with lots of rooms and opened one for him. It was a nicely decorated room with a bed, table and some chairs. Jakob already went to alert the emperor of Tristans arrival.

„This will be your guest room for now, my Lord.", Christian said, „anything to drink? Maybe some tea?", he asked.

„Can you bring me some juice? Apple juice?", Tristan asked. He always loved apple juice.

„Of course my Lord. I will be right back."

With that he left the room. Tristan was now alone. He stepped out to the hallway and looked around. He heard some voices getting louder, someone was heading his way.

He was about to head back I to his room and close the door when he heard someone clear their throat.

He turned around and said,

„Can I help you?"

Before him was standing a girl in a dress. She had another girl in fighting uniform behind her.

She cleared her throat again, as if she wanted to send him a signal. Tristan looked at her confused. Was she some kind of nobility? Maybe even the princess? But if she was, wouldn't she have more guards?

The girl who he presumed to be the bodyguard stepped forward, pulled her sword and tried to force him on his knees, and while doing so she said

„How dare you not bow to her royal highness! We are giving you the hobbit to stay in our palace! Pay some respects, filthy commoner!"

Without moving a muscle, Tristan resisted her. The girl was really trying.

„I'm sorry. Are you a princess?", he asked.

This angered the bodyguard even more, and her face hit even funnier, as she tried so hard to push him down.

Eventually she finally gave up, when the lady told her so.

„To answer your question, yes. I am the princess. Princess Katherine. And who are you? There aren't many people that can resist Amber so well."

„I'm Tristan.", he just said.

„Well, well. What are we all up to today?", a blonde man with round glasses appeared.

„Lord Tristan, your apple juice.", at That Moment, Christian arrived. He gave Tristan his juice and bowed towards the other two.

„Christian, mind telling us who This you g lad might be?", the blonde asked.

„Why yes of course, your highness. This is Mord Tristan, ordered here by his Majesty Emperor Jarowan. It was because of his presumably high Magica."

„Well what is his Magica?", the blonde asked.

„That I do not know. You will have to ask Lord Tristan, himself or Prince Jakob."

„I see. Well, boy. Tell me what is so special about your Magica?"

„It is over five hundred.", technically Tristan wasn't wrong. Still, he didn't want to give away his full strength. Even Jakob didn't know it, since he had grown, since he last was tested.

„Oh. I see. Anyway, I am Prince Cornelius Kathul, second Prince of this Empire. Pleasure to meet you, Lord Tristan."

„Likewise. Now if you wouldn't mind, I would like to get back to my room-

Tristan was about to turn around when he heard a familiar voice.

„Ah, Tristan. I see you have already met my brother and sister. I hope you all got along very well! Anyway. Father awaits us. Follow me to the dining hall.", they all followed Jakob.

Tristan took a closer look at the other two members of the royal family.

Katherine didn't wear anything special except for her dress. It was a big red dress, with an opened back. It was clear that she focused on her looks.

Cornelius on the other hand was wearing a white suit and he had a rapier on his side.

Soon they got to a big door. It was opened by two maids standing on each side.

Stepping inside, he saw three people sitting at a table. Two next to each other on the table end and one around the corner. They were probably the Emperor, his wife and the crown prince.

Seeing that Tristan has arrived, the Emperor stood up.

„Welcome! Im Emperor Jarowan. This is my wife Azuki and my first son Garrond. Tristan bowed towards them.

„I am Tristan, your majesty.", he said.

„Why don't you have a seat? We have some great food here in Kathul.", the Emperor pointed at a chair, wich Tristan sat down on.

The other three parts of the royal family sat down too. One person was still missing, if Tristan remembered correctly. The youngest daughter.

Though, she came through the door shortly after.

„There you are. Tristan, I present you my daughter, Princess Caroline.", Jarowan said.

„Hello. It's nice to meet you.", she said.

She sat down next to Jakob.

„So, tell me Tristan, where are you from?", the Emperor asked.

„I am from a little farm. It's near basically in the middle of nowhere.", Tristan answered.

„And how did you grow so strong? That shouldn't be possible you know, Jakob how much did he have?", Jarowan turned towards Jakob.

„He had 1012, father", Jakob replied.

Everyone looked at him in shock. Of course, they didn't believe it.

„Well I once found a crystal on our field. I grabbed it and it shattered. A blue light emitted towards my chest. And I always wanted to be a mage, I always liked them. My mother told me stories when I was little. And then...", Tristan acted sad.

Looking at his face, the others didn't want to ask him more.

But Tristan wasn't acting only. His mother died. It was tearing his heart apart, the memories coming back to his head. His father, becoming an alcoholic, his mother dying. Anger swept through his heart.

„Now then. Bring in the food!", the Emperor said, obviously trying to change subject. And once, once since he was brought to this world,

Tristan was thankful. Tristan was thankful, for this. He didn't have to act, hide his feelings. And that...

That made Tristan happy.