The scene shifted to the imperial bureau of Emperor Graviil of Russia.
Tall windows framed the Moscow skyline, pale sunlight filtering through heavy crimson drapes embroidered with the double-headed eagle of the empire. Shelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes, maps, and relics collected from decades of rule. The room carried authority—not loud, but absolute.
The doors opened slowly.
Jupiter stepped inside.
"Welcome, Jupiter," Emperor Graviil greeted warmly, rising slightly from behind his grand mahogany desk. "It has been some time since we've spoken face-to-face like this."
Jupiter lowered his head respectfully.
"Your Majesty. It has indeed been a while. I don't believe we've ever met privately like this... especially without Xavier present."
Graviil chuckled softly.
"Yes. That boy does tend to orbit around you."
He gestured toward a chair already prepared across from his desk.
"Please. Sit."
Jupiter obeyed, though as he settled into the seat, he couldn't help but glance around. The bureau was breathtaking. For someone who grew up far from nobility, the sheer elegance of the chamber felt almost unreal.
Graviil noticed.
"You must be wondering why I requested your presence," the Emperor said, folding his hands together.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"I will be direct," Graviil replied. "It concerns your status as one of the Chosen Heroes."
Jupiter's posture straightened slightly.
"I assume Lord Reginald has already informed you," Graviil continued. "You are, after all, a citizen under his domain."
"He has," Jupiter confirmed. "He explained everything in person. He even offered my family residence in the noble district of the capital. My aunt and I are in the process of relocating."
He hesitated.
"He also offered us nobility. We haven't accepted yet. It's... a lot to take in."
Graviil raised a brow, impressed.
"A wise hesitation. Sudden elevation can be as dangerous as sudden power."
He leaned back slightly.
"Still, I am pleased your loved ones are being placed under greater protection. Take your time with the title. It will wait for you."
"Understood, Your Majesty."
Graviil studied him for a moment, faint amusement in his eyes.
"You are sharper than most your age."
He continued, voice lowering slightly.
"I have already spoken to Xavier. And I suspect Princess Misaki has been informed as well."
"I'm not certain," Jupiter replied honestly. "Neither of them has said anything to the rest of our friends. I imagine it's best that way."
A small pause.
"Even if I don't particularly enjoy keeping secrets from my friends."
Graviil nodded approvingly.
"Discretion is not deception. Not when it protects others."
He opened a drawer and retrieved several sealed documents, placing them carefully on the desk between them.
The parchment was immaculate.
YOU ARE READING
The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening
FantasyHe was stolen before he could be named. Experimented on before he could walk. And somewhere in the shadows - an enemy has been watching him ever since. Xavier didn't choose this life. He didn't choose the prophecy, the power, or the war closing in a...
