As per family tradition, Cray wasn’t allowed to see her newborn child immediately after birth. Instead, he was handed straight to Lara, who wrapped him gently in a silk blanket, her hands trembling uncontrollably. Her face was pale, eyes troubled, as if burdened by a terrible secret.


    Noticing her fear, Cray anxiously asked, “Lara, what’s wrong?”


    Lara hesitated, barely whispering, “Nothing… nothing, my lady,” though her fearful eyes told a different story.


    In the Naming Square, masters of the family and elite swordsmen gathered solemnly for the ceremony that would determine if the child was worthy of bearing the Lucifer name.


    Cray, sitting alone, watched silently from the shadows. As the youngest daughter of the family head, she’d long lost her standing. Branded a traitor for eloping with a commoner—unworthy of their noble lineage—she had returned, after her husband’s death, solely to protect her son.


    Lara entered the square, moving heavily as if stepping toward her doom, carrying the child gently yet fearfully. She placed the child carefully onto the ceremonial altar before stepping back cautiously.


    Father Kaldric, the family priest, began the sacred rites.


    The ground trembled gently as the sacred blood of the Lucifer family materialized, forming a spectral crimson aura above the child. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the blood to fuse with the newborn, proving his legitimate lineage.


    But it didn’t touch him.


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    Instead, the blood lingered above him uncertainly, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.


    At that moment, the silk blanket slipped away, revealing the child’s pure white hair. Murmurs erupted throughout the square:


    “He hasn’t inherited the blood!”


    “He’s not one of us!”


    Indeed, he was different. The Lucifer family was famed for their coal-black hair and blazing red eyes—this child was the complete opposite.


    Then, suddenly, as if time itself paused, silence fell upon the square. No one moved, and the world held its breath.


    Then—


    A vibrant blue energy gathered around the child. It resembled mana, yet carried the distinct aura of swordsmanship—it was something entirely new, unseen before.


    In a powerful surge, the blue energy shot out toward the hesitant sacred blood, instantly drawing it into the child’s body.


    Gasps of shock echoed throughout the square as the sacred crest of Noxvir vividly appeared on the child’s tiny hand, etched in glowing crimson—a mark reserved exclusively for those of the purest bloodline.


    Stunned silence followed, as everyone wondered: “What just happened?”


    Amidst the astonishment, Rainer Noxvir stepped forward, examining the child solemnly before finally breaking the silence with a resolute voice:


    “This child… resembles the former family patriarch.”


    He raised his head, gazing fiercely at his family before declaring firmly:


    “This child shall bear the name of our founding ancestor!”


    His words struck the gathered audience like lightning. Anger erupted openly this time, as Joshua, bearer of the Second Banner, shouted furiously:


    “This is unacceptable! How can he carry the forbidden name?! He is merely the son of a traitor!”


    Several family members supported Joshua’s outrage, while others maintained cautious silence, awaiting their leader’s reaction. But Rainer ignored their protests entirely, as if their words were mere whispers lost in the wind.


    After the ceremony, news spread rapidly throughout the palace. Yet Cray remained oblivious, returning swiftly to her chamber, clutching her child desperately. Silent tears streamed down her pale cheeks.


    The child was calm… too calm.


    “Why isn’t he crying?” she wondered anxiously, staring at his peaceful face. “Why does he look different? Why hasn’t he opened his eyes yet?”


    She rocked him gently, softly singing ancient lullabies, her heart gnawed by worry.


    Then suddenly, as if sensing her anxiety, the child gently touched her chest with his tiny hand—and smiled softly.


    Yet, he still didn’t open his eyes.


    Inside the child’s mind—


    In a deep darkness, his soul slowly adjusted to the new body. A sarcastic voice echoed within:


    “We’ve reincarnated once again, Blue Sovereign… though it seems I haven’t quite gotten used to this infant body yet.”


    After a brief pause, he added dryly:


    “Besides, I’m a disgrace to royalty—I just wet my pants.