The Refuge of Fate

Chapter 4 - Family

"Kyaah!" Silas squealed as he was brought up in the air.

"Father..." Leandro sweatdropped while watching Headmaster Spencer lift the white-haired child in his arms.

"Keep quiet, Leandro. You'll wake Pier up," the old man shushed him and Leandro scratched his cheek at how silly it looked.

It had been two weeks now ever since he introduced Celeste in the House of Masters and from that point, everything had gone well.

The moment Celeste proved her status in the world as one of the strongest sovereigns of nature that the four main elements loved, the headmaster did not even doubt nor hesitate to accept her and her children in the household.

No, Celeste was even given a bigger recognition than merely being Leandro's lover. The headmaster had a complete turn of attitude towards the woman.

She was immediately dressed out of her common white dress and given something more luxurious.

Heck, even Leandro thinks his father had completely discarded him as his son and saw Celeste as his daughter.

"Look at you, you have your mother's hair. You're going to grow up and steal the hearts of many people, little Silas." Leandro facepalmed himself as he, too, wanted to hold Silas in his arms but his father had been tending to the twins since the sun had risen and the two babies had woken up.

"Gaah..." Silas pulled Spencer's finger in joy wherein the headmaster had a smile on his face.

"He'll grow up to be extremely powerful, Leandro," Spencer spoke to his son and the latter nodded his head.

Leandro knew that too.

Children usually manifest their magic at the age of six at the lowest. Unless they get special education and training when people see potential in them, it could be lowered down to four.

The magic they could manifest usually is one of nature's four main elements. It could be fire, earth, water, and wind whereas the rarity of manifestations starts from the most common to the least seen respectively.

But Silas was the sole case of a child having and learning magic the moment he woke up.

"Goo... Gaa..." Silas mumbled and the tip of his fingers released gentle magic.

The small beam of frost rose in the air and did a beautiful stunt before emitting a bright flash and thousands of small, sparkling particles scattered.

Spencer and Leandro paused to watch the display.

It was majestic.

"The next Sovereign of Frost..." The headmaster spoke lowly while watching Silas.

The child in his arms would soon become one of the world's greatest magic wielders. Even greater than the four main sovereigns of nature.

Silas' display of magic at only months old was already on par with some of the kingdom's high-ranking magicians.

"What's his full name again, Leandro?" Spencer asked while mildly combing his fingers through Silas' unruly hair.

"Silas. Silas Gregory, father," the young master responded and Spencer gleamed.

"Were you the one who named him?"

"I initially wanted his name to be Gregory alone but Celeste wanted to add Silas first. She said the Frost of Winter loved the name and it would be fitting for the next sovereign to have a name that the element loves," Leandro explained wherein the headmaster constantly nodded his head in understanding.