Emperor’s Burden

"Seems I can't fool my grandson." Lightly said Mavis, his tone becoming cold.

"From now on you will have to officially carry the weight of the name you were born with. Being a Reizon means walking on a path of blood, suffering, and tragedy. You must steel yourself as the next years of your life will not be easy."

"Out there, you'll have to face the enemies we have all made. As the weakest and youngest member of the family, they'll use you to vent their anger and jealousy and I promise you that none of us will help you. You are a Reizon."

"The enemies I made, your parents made, your siblings made, your great grandparents, and more will be aiming for you. And that's just the beginning. We are on the cusp of one of the most important wars that will ever happen and you will be part of it, possibly at its center."

Each word seemed heavier and darker than the last as the weight on Lucius's heart increased yet his back stood straight, his eyes being as clear as possible.