Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

Arvell opened the door of his room and confidently stepped outside.

He was dressed in what would be called casual attire, but it was the best of what he had available.

It was a simple white tunic with sandals.

While the attire made him appear like a commoner, his natural physical appearance was able to compensate for it.

Arvell didn't have any actual formal attire remaining, especially since he pawned it all off for money back in Talmek 5 months ago.

He mostly had clothes that were easy to move in and maintain, since he didn't have the luxury of constantly tending to his clothes in the wilderness.

He rarely stayed in any nearby town for more than a day, and that was only to drop off any kidnapped people he had managed to rescue.

He did spend a portion of the money he took from some of the bandits to buy himself a few more clothes, but as the white tunic he was currently wearing, they were not formal attire.

Either way, it didn't take much to make Arvell shine, so he didn't spend too much time or brainpower on it.

He would rather spend that time training.

The maid standing near his doorway bowed upon seeing Arvell exit his room.

"Good morning guest Arvell, I pray you had a good sleep last night."

Arvell nodded his head.

"Thank you, last night I was indeed able to sleep quite well."

"I am happy to hear that."

The maid stopped bowing and stood up straight.

"The Duke and his family are expecting you for breakfast. Shall I lead you to the dining room?"

"That would be much appreciated."

The maid bowed once more before leading Arvell down the hallway.

They passed by a series of paintings displaying men who looked similar to the current duke.

'Those must be the previous heads…' Arvell thought to himself.

While stronger mages were able to live longer in general, the Silvercolt heads were all most likely 5th circle mages.

Pushing their lifespan to its utmost limit, they would be able to squeeze out around 400-500 years.

That was also assuming they didn't die prematurely.

For a kingdom as old as Elantrya, which spanned tens of thousands of years, this meant that there were countless family heads over the years.

Especially for the Silvercolt family, which served as both the shield that protected Elantrya from Vispia, as well as the spear that would invade Vispia if the chance ever arose.

Their family had gone through many trials and tribulations over the years, losing countless heads in wars and disputes.

It seemed this wall was built to commemorate them.

'Hmm, I can see the uncanny resemblance. Zen will probably look like this when he's older.' Lykos commented.

The maid led them down a stairway and then through another hallway, before stopping promptly in front of the door at the end of the hall.

She opened the door for Arvell and bowed once more.

"We have arrived. I wish you a pleasant meal."

Arvell thanked her for guiding him before he stepped into the room.

He could see Zen and his family sitting around a long dining table, with Wilfried at the head.

To his left, Angela and Zen were seated, while Lienna sat to his right.

As Arvell walked into the room he was greeted by everyone at the table.

"Good morning Arvell, did you sleep okay?" Wilfried inquired.

"Yes lord Duke, I was able to have a pleasant sleep last night."

Wilfried smiled contently.

"That's good to hear."

Noticing the black fox on Arvell's shoulder Zen looked at Arvell with a confused look.

"Arvell where did you find that black fox? You didn't have it before?"

Arvell grinned.

"Remember that time I told you I found a beast egg? It was only a few days ago."

Zen nodded his head.

"Yeah, I remember you saying something like that. Did that fox beast hatch out of that egg?"

Arvell nodded his head.

Zen gave Arvell a puzzled look.

"When did that happen?"

"Actually… He hatched when I was still sleeping last night."

Arvell patted August's head lightly.

"I woke up to this little guy happily licking my face."

"Kyuuuu!"

August purred when Arvell began patting his head.

"Oh yeah, he seems to like headpats for some reason," Arvell explained.

Angela suddenly shot up and walked towards Arvell with an odd glint in her eyes.

Arvell involuntarily took a step back when she approached him.

Arvell felt some instinctual response to back away when he saw Angela like this.

"H-hey… Arvell? C-Can I pet him?"

Arvell looked at Angela and breathed out a sigh of relief.

It seemed she just wanted to pet August.

Lifting August, he passed him to Angela.

"He's so cute!" Angela began to stroke August's back with zeal, "Did you give him a name yet?"

Arvell gave a proud smile.

"His name is August."

As if in response to hearing his name, August responded with a resounding "Kyuuu!"

Angela smiled as she pet August.

"So your name is August? That's a wonderful name."

While Wilfried and Lienna nodded in agreement Zen had a somewhat suspicious look etched on his face.

'Arvell surely didn't just name him August since he was born in August right? Surely it must be just a coincidence. Arvell wouldn't be so lazy with making a name.'

Zen shook off those thoughts and watched his elder sister happily stroke August's back with an ecstatic face.

Their dad had promised her a contracted beast before they started their academy year.

Even though it was only a few more days until she could receive her own, she was quite ecstatic to hold a contracted beast in her hands.

At least she assumed August was contracted.

He was far too tame to be a wild beast after all.

Seeing everyone energetically watching August, Wilfried cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

"A-Ahem"

Everyone turned to look at him, including August who curiously lifted his head.

"Why don't you take a seat next to Zen, Arvell? I'll tell the chefs to prepare some food for August as well."

Arvell nodded and took August back from an unwilling Angela.

"You can play with him again after breakfast," Arvell reassured.

Angela nodded and walked back to her seat, while Arvell also walked to his.

After the two of them sat down, the doors burst open as a line of chefs rolled in various delicacies that made Arvell's mouth water.

'How I missed having properly cooked dishes!'