Strength's Question: The Curious Heart of a Prince

As the banquet concluded and the servants began clearing the lavish hall, the imperial family gathered in the warmth of their private lounge. The room was adorned with intricate tapestries depicting the history of the Arsia Empire. A grand chandelier bathed the chamber in soft golden light, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Casial, seated in a plush armchair, was unusually quiet, lost in thought. The question Ray Rein had asked him still lingered in his mind, unanswered and persistent.

Breaking the silence, Casial turned to his mother, Venustusia. "Mom, you are strong. Why did you become strong?" he asked, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic seriousness.

Venustusia, known for her poise, regarded her youngest child with mild surprise. The typically mischievous Casial had struck a rare note of profundity. Even Claire and their father, the emperor, paused, intrigued by his query.

Venustusia's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Let's see," she began, her voice warm but contemplative. "It's because I love magic." Her answer was simple, crafted to satisfy her son's curiosity while avoiding any unnecessary complexity. Yet, she couldn't help but study him, her keen eyes noticing the intensity in his gaze.

Across from them, Emperor Arsia, a towering figure with regal features, watched the exchange with quiet amusement. His blonde hair and striking blue eyes mirrored his children's, though his presence was commanding in a way that spoke of decades of leadership. Seeing Casial turn his attention to him, he met his son's gaze with a proud smile.

"And you, Dad?" Casial asked, tilting his head inquisitively.

The emperor's reply was measured, his deep voice resonating. "I became strong to protect the people of our empire," he said, his words imbued with the weight of responsibility.

Casial nodded thoughtfully but remained unsatisfied. He glanced at his twin sister, Claire, who had been listening intently. Anticipating his question, Claire chimed in, her sapphire eyes sparkling. "I love magic too, just like Mom," she said, her voice laced with enthusiasm.

But Casial's mischievous grin returned. "But you're not even strong," he teased, earning a sharp kick to the shin from Claire. Despite the playful reprimand, Casial's grin widened, pleased with his success in ruffling his sister.

Venustusia, still pondering her son's unusual line of questioning, asked gently, "Why are you asking this, Casial?" Her curiosity was genuine, as was her husband's. Both leaned slightly forward, their interest piqued.

Casial hesitated briefly before answering. "I met Ray Rein. I asked him why he became strong, but he answered with a question instead," he admitted. "He asked me why I wanted to become strong."

Venustusia's smile deepened, tinged with admiration. Even at twelve years old, Ray Rein's thoughtfulness had been remarkable. She had always been impressed by his sharp mind and unwavering confidence in doing what he wants.

Casial's father chuckled softly, turning to his wife. "So, this is the boy you've mentioned, Ven. He seems to be quite exceptional."

Venustusia nodded slightly, her thoughts drifting back to Ray's refusal of the academy's prestigious offer. Contrary to public perception, she bore no resentment. Instead, she respected the young prodigy's decision, understanding the strength of will it must have taken.

"Did he ever tell you his reason for becoming strong?" Venustusia asked, her tone light but probing.

Casial nodded. "He said he was curious," he replied simply.

Venustusia and the emperor exchanged a glance, both surprised by the unexpected answer. Curiosity was a rare motivator among those who pursued strength, and yet it seemed perfectly fitting for someone as enigmatic as Ray Rein. Venustusia allowed herself a quiet chuckle, marveling at the boy's unique perspective.

As the family settled back into the comfort of each other's company, the warmth of their shared moment filled the room. Venustusia's heart swelled with pride and love for her children. The shadows of the past and the mysteries of the future could wait—for now, the glow of the present was all that mattered.