Chapter 3: One Percent
A brown color. Not the best, but not the worst.
"Hmm..." Emperor Kaelith furrowed his brows. "15% blood purity. You’re classified as Ember-Blooded."
Disappointment was clear in the emperor’s tone, and that seemed to affect Sylis as he looked to the ground, clenched his fists, then slowly walked away.
And like before, the emperor continued.
"Elandra Varekan. You’re a troublemaker, but you show great strength. Step up."
A girl with fiery red hair and an awful temper stepped forward. Still, she pricked her finger and let a droplet of blood fall.
The colors began swirling, until finally stopping on a color that made the emperor’s brow rise in surprise.
Red. Pure red.
"This is very impressive. Your bloodline purity is... 45%. You’re classified as Crimson-Blooded. Congratulations."
Elandra puffed her chest. "Well, I did say mine’s going to be high. Thanks grandpa. See ya later."
The moment she finished those words, silence ensued as she innocently walked back to the rest of the kids, ignorant of her discourtesy.
Yeah... still crazy. Raelis remarked with a chuckle. Who calls the emperor grandpa in official events? But I guess she is still a child...