Back at Sureva Estate, Luenor sobbed in his chamber. His mother, Rhea, and sister, Hera, tried their best to console him.
Then, Arhenius entered. The room fell silent.
"It wasn't your fault," Arhenius said gently. "Men don't cry over things like this."
"But it was my fault the King turned against you... and everyone hates us now."
Arhenius smiled and scooped his son into his arms. "You're still young. Cry if you must. But remember—being born a Sureva means carrying weight that others don't understand."
To distract him, Arhenius took Luenor to the Training Grounds. There, the Duke's personal army trained under Hunter Gardan, a Seven Star Warrior.
Upon their arrival, the soldiers knelt. "WE GREET THE DUKE AND HIS SON, THE FUTURE LORD!"
Luenor winced. "So loud..."
Arhenius chuckled. "You'll get used to it. Watch them. These knights guard our home, our family. One day, you must lead them."
Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Isn't he a bit young?"
"It's his birthday gift," Arhenius said.
Later, during lunch, Luenor refused the gourmet meal brought by his butler Eamon. Instead, he shared a plate with the soldiers.
"Give me some sweets, uncle," he asked Hunter.
The title stunned Hunter. One by one, other knights began placing their sweets on Luenor's plate, touched by the young Lord's humility.
Eamon looked on in shock. "We rule because they allow us to. Without them, we are nothing," Luenor said.
Hunter whispered to Arhenius, watching the boy. "He may not be you. But he might become someone even greater."