Fate of Fateless

Chapter 10: Emperor's reaction



Inside the Throne Hall

The Throne Hall of the Eternal Palace had not seen Seraphina in over a year.

As she entered, every marble tile echoed beneath her boots like the beat of a war drum. Ancient statues of past emperors loomed high above, their carved eyes seeming to tilt subtly toward the child in her arms.

At the far end, seated atop a throne carved from the heartwood of the World Tree, was Emperor Kaelith the Resolute—ruler of the Human Empire, father of Seraphina, and the man who had once declared emotion to be a weakness in kings.

But now, as his daughter—pale, injured, but unbowed—approached with a child swaddled in imperial silks, that same unshakeable man stood from his throne.

His councilors gasped quietly.

He never rose.

"Father," Seraphina said softly, "your grandson."

She stepped forward and placed the child into his outstretched arms.

At once, the throne hall dimmed. Candles flickered.

Even the breath of the courtiers stilled.

The Emperor stared down at the infant.

And for the first time in recorded memory, his hands trembled.

"He does not… belong to this flow of time," the Emperor whispered. "His presence is like the moment between lightning and thunder. A silence that demands the world to change…"

He turned to Seraphina, voice low and shaken.

"You gave birth to this? You gave your soul for this?"

She nodded once, and said nothing.

The Emperor's iron gaze dropped again to the child—and for a moment, it softened.

His thumb brushed the boy's tiny hand.

"Then the world will not have you, child… but I will."

The Crown Prince Arrives

At that moment, the great doors opened again.

A tall figure entered, wrapped in royal navy and adorned with a phoenix-forged chestplate — Crown Prince Caldrein, Seraphina's elder brother, heir to the throne, and second in command of the Imperial Legions.

He moved with sharp elegance, every step perfectly measured.

"I felt the mana fluctuation from the southern skies," he said, eyes narrowing. "I thought it was an attack."

Then he saw the child in their father's arms.

"That… is the child that halted time itself?"

Seraphina looked up. "He is your nephew."

For a long moment, the prince said nothing. His eyes, silver like the Emperor's, scanned the child. And though he was trained to betray no emotion, his fingers clenched briefly at his side.

Was it tension? Concern? Awe?

Or envy?

"So… he is the one who stilled the Eye of the Universe," Caldrein muttered. "Even the capital's stars realigned last night. I assumed it was a celestial error."

The Emperor stepped forward, holding the child as though guarding a flame in a storm.

"It was not an error. It was a sign."

He turned to the hall, voice rising like a verdict.

"This child is of imperial blood, but not of ordinary fate. He is to be protected by decree, watched by the eyes of heaven and earth both. Until his path reveals itself…"

"…he will be named heir of nothing… and legacy of everything"

Certainly. Here's a refined version of the throne hall scene, removing the Forbidden History request, and focusing instead on the ministers' intense and varied reactions to the child — a newborn undetectable by magic, yet clearly shaking the foundation of the world.

Throne Hall, Imperial Capital

The majestic silence of the imperial throne hall shattered not with noise, but with unease.

As Emperor Kaelith cradled his grandson, the light from the sunroof above dimmed, casting a surreal glow around the infant—as if the world itself paused to observe.

But it was the absence of aura that chilled the room.

This child—born of one of the Empire's most powerful houses, baptized in chaos and blood—could not be sensed.

Not by divine eyes.

Not by soul arts.

Not even by the Emperor's own innate perception, honed through wars and ascension.

And that truth unnerved the ministers far more than any prophecy.

The Ministers' Reactions

Minister Vareth, the oldest and most politically cautious among them, stepped forward with stiff ceremony, his eyes locked on the child as if it were a ticking artifact.

> "This child… Your Majesty, we sense nothing. No soul fluctuation, no presence signature, no energy imprint. It is as if he exists outside the lattice of fate."

Minister Seliane, Grandmaster of the Ministry of Divination, clutched a silver-tipped scepter.

He doesn't belong to the Great Flow. Even stillbirths leave traces—this one... it's like the world hasn't registered his birth at all."

Lord Inspector Harnis, sharp-tongued and skeptical, narrowed his gaze.

"Are we certain this isn't some illusion or deception by hostile forces? A child that froze time, silenced beasts, and now evades all tracking? That is not holy—it's unnatural."

The head priest of the Imperial Temple, normally stoic, crossed himself nervously with fingers that shock.

The Emperor Speaks

Emperor Kaelith remained silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the infant's closed eyes.

The baby stirred, faintly, as if aware of the fear his mere existence had stirred.

Then the Emperor spoke—not to calm, but to clarify.

"You are all correct to be afraid. This child defies order—not by will, but by essence. His birth was not simply unusual... it was resisted by the world itself."

He raised his voice slightly.

"And still he is here. That means the world did not reject him. It simply could not define him."

"So we must not define him either."

A heavy silence returned.

Not the silence of ignorance, but of awe—and fear.

The Empire's greatest minds had no words for what this child was.

But every man and woman in that hall understood one thing:

The era had shifted—and it was no longer theirs to control.


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