Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

Zen stared blankly at Arvell, water dripping down his face.

Seeing her brother's face drenched in water, Angela burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Zen your face! It's completely drenched!"

Reyna quickly produced a handkerchief and passed it to Zen, while doing her best to suppress a laugh.

"Here use this."

Zen wiped his face and glared at Arvell.

"What the hell was that for?"

Arvell looked at Zen with a somewhat guilty expression.

"Sorry, your question kind of caught me off guard. But… why would you bring up the dead disinherited prince?"

"I was just thinking of how the royal family might react if you ever met with them. After all, that person is a bit of a taboo topic in the capital. After all… You do know how the war started right?"

Arvell instinctively brought his hand to his chest and gripped it tightly.

"Yeah… I heard about it."

"I just hope they won't show you prejudice because of that. I mean Arvell isn't that uncommon of a name, so maybe I'm just overthinking things."

Angela brought her fingers to her chin and thought for a bit.

"If I remember correctly Princess Lily is entering your current year, right? Ex-prince Arvell was her fiance in the past. Who knows Arvell? Maybe you got a chance with her!"

Everyone looked at Angela with awkward expressions, especially Arvell.

"Sis… That joke was in very poor taste. Saying that the two would be a good match just because her former fiance had the same name as him… Furthermore, when that former fiance has already died… That's just blatantly insulting the princess." Zen chided.

Realizing what she said, Angela looked down guiltily.

"I was just trying to tease Arvell… I didn't mean to insult the princess."

"Sigh… As long as you don't say anything else bad about her we can all just pretend we didn't hear anything."

Arvell watched Zen lecture, Angela, with mixed emotions.

Technically… Angela's statement wasn't really an insult.

After all, he was the said 'former fiance'.

But it wasn't like he was going to tell them.

Who knew how they would react?

While they passed time by talking amongst each other, the carriage finally reached the city walls.

However, with Wilfried being a duke, they didn't need to go through the normal security checks at the city walls.

They were directly given access to enter.

As they entered the city, August's eyes went wide with amazement.

This city was far more massive than Talion!

While Talion was more of a glorified fortress, Karsia was a proper city.

Furthermore, it wasn't just any city.

It was the capital of the entire country!

Even during the nighttime, the roads were still as active as ever.

Arvell watched a bunch of drunk men stagger out of a pub.

'The nightlife here is far more active than Talmek.'

'Karsia didn't get the title 'The City That Never Sleeps' for nothing you know.'

Arvell never really got to experience the Karsia nightlife in the past due to his age.

There wasn't much a child who wasn't even eight could do after all.

Drinking, gambling, and going to the red-light district.

These weren't typical child's activities.

He would normally be sleeping around this time either way.

Lily did have a bad habit of waking him up at the first crack of dawn…

He needed to sleep far earlier than he normally would to still get his full eight hours of sleep.

'Seriously… I used to hate getting woken up in the mornings.'

However despite saying that, a soft smile leaked onto his face.

The carriage travelled through the crowded streets, which immediately dispersed after the people saw the insignia on the two carriages.

Obstructing the passage of a noble was akin to disrespecting them and their house.

Who in their right minds would disrespect a duke?

Much less Duke Silvercolt, the man who was one of the main reasons Vispia wasn't able to take over Elantrya?

The duke was akin to a god of war in the eyes of the average citizen.

Even though they were busy with their own things, they immediately gave way to Wilfried.

Thanks to this it wasn't long before they reached their destination.

The duke's second mansion.

Almost every noble had some kind of estate in the capital.

It was not only convenient to stay in if they were summoned by the king, their estate would be a physical representation of their wealth and power.

Since Wilfried needed to keep up appearances as well, being of the few dukes, his mansion was by no means small.

While it wasn't as big as the house he primarily used, this house was still considerably large.

After the coachmen brought the carriage by the front of the mansion, the group slowly disembarked.

Wilfried headed towards the children, stopping before Arvell.

"The entrance exam starts the day after tomorrow, so take it easy tomorrow. It's better to be in peak condition before the exam begins."

"Alright, I shall do as you say, Lord Duke."

Arvell politely bowed, before following Zen and the others to find a room to sleep in.

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