Chapter 73: Michel Abraham
Two days had passed since the last martial arts training session, and the landscape remained unperturbed. With the arrival of the great families, the mansion was busier than ever, and the tension was palpable. Furthermore, due to recent incidents, the tension had reached almost its peak.
At the same time, two medium-sized caravans arrived at Kiran Mountain, so now the whole place seemed to be immersed in a festive atmosphere.
The Great Spring Tournament.
It was a grand event held in the kingdom of Aragon, where each year one of the great families acted as host. On this occasion, the honor fell to the Medici clan.
The streets began to be decorated with various flowers, giving the city an even more festive air. With the arrival of the two caravans, the activity reached its peak.
Back at the Medici mansion, members of the great families explored the place, guided by the young masters and ladies of the clan.
Among the new arrivals was a young man from the Abraham family.
He had long, silvery-white hair that seemed to steal light from the day. His face was neat, symmetrical, with well-defined features. His lips were thin. He wore a plain white suit, but he needed nothing more to command respect. His mere presence was enough.
His eyes, as deep blue as gems submerged in ice, looked without seeing. There was a subtle emptiness in them, a serene indifference, as if the world around him were nothing more than an insignificant shadow.
That young man was Michel Abraham, heir to one of the main branches of the Abraham family and one of the most talented young men in the kingdom of Aragon.
He possessed S-rank talent and had already reached rank 7. But beyond his progress, what set him apart was his attitude: the same attitude with which one would contemplate a leaf floating on the water... without interest or emotion.