The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 263: Initial History (5)

Days passed in the blink of an eye, and the preparations for Arren’s coming-of-age ceremony, which was also his 15th birthday, began. The Duke was especially paying attention to it, and the Katz mansion entered its busiest week.

"Dad,"

"What is it, son?"

"Can I invite His Majesty?"

The Duke stopped in his tracks and gazed at his son. Arren, for some reason, was unable to meet his father’s eyes.

"Can I?" he repeated. It was only a formality since Arren really wanted to invite the emperor in the first place.

His father sighed and ruffled Arren’s hair. "You can, of course. That’s your day, my son. You can invite whoever you want."

If his father noticed the inocent feelings of his son towards the emperor, he chose to turn a blind eye at the moment. Arren was still too young, and having the emperor as a person of admiration was actually more than reasonable. He wouldn’t deny these experiences to his cherished son.

Arren’s smile grew brightly, and he embraced his father.

In fact, inviting the emperor was also a custom, especially for the important celebrations that involved the Ducal houses. Even if Arren didn’t raise the invitation to the emperor, the Duke would do it himself. It was only up to the monarch if he would accept the invitation and attend the celebration.

The next day, Arren invited the emperor.

"This is?"

Arren put down the cup of tea and gave a huge grin.

"It’s the invitation for my birthday party, Your Majesty. If it isn’t obvious, I’m inviting you." Although the title wasn’t dropped in his words, his tone still hinted at his comfortable demeanor.

The emperor looked at him and his excited posture as if the kid wasn’t expecting any rejection.

"Are you confident that I’ll come?" he teased.

Arren stuck out his tongue a bit and laughed, his head tilted to the side. "You don’t?"

Looking at Arren, even the emperor couldn’t find the reason to reject him either. He chuckled and shook his head as he looked at the invitation.

"I’ll look at my schedule if I can."

Although it wasn’t a straightforward answer, Arren was already grateful that it wasn’t a negative answer. He let out a sigh of relief and continued eating.

Truthfully, Aren wasn’t really 100 percent confident that the emperor would agree. As he said, the emperor had a lot of things to do, and Arren wasn’t that special to let the emperor steal one day of his schedule for him.

Sure, over the past year, Arren became so acquainted with the monarch that he could converse with him much more comfortably than before. He also had the opportunity to meet the emperor so many times that he didn’t count them anymore.

Even so, the excitement whenever he was with his crush, the emperor, didn’t diminish in the slightest. In extent, it even grew that Arren’s calm demeanor was due to his good relationship with the emperor that he began to get accustomed to it.

What was more, the emperor treated him especially well. Of course, he knew that the emperor only saw him as a kid or a youth who was the son of one of his loyal subjects, but even though that was the case, it only made Arren’s feelings grow intense.

It made him greedy, something he was also pressured to admit himself. However, the more that he was sinking deeper into a seemingly helpless hope, the more Arren was afraid for all the things to stop. The thought that he wouldn’t be able to see or talk with the emperor in the future made him terrified.

These feelings were fresh for the young Arren, but they were also difficult to accept. He knew his position; Arren wasn’t as naive as his age. His crush, the emperor, wasn’t a simple person.

Not to mention their age gap, Arren also couldn’t cross the boundary that had already been drawn ever since their birth. The emperor was destined to have his empress soon, and Arren could only admire him from afar.

The day of the celebration arrived. The Katz mansion was bustling as ever. Arren’s previous birthday parties couldn’t compare at all, and he was also overwhelmed.

The majority of the attendees were great nobility that he didn’t even know personally. As coming-of-age ceremonies were important, what was more, it was Duke Katz’s son’s coming-of-age ceremony, and everyone invited would certainly attend. Even those not qualified to attend came through their connections.

It was an affair not only related to Arren himself but also to his future status as a formal noble.

Arren rolled his eyes, looking at himself in the mirror. His face, which was naturally pale, had a touch of color, although it was minimal make-up since Arren didn’t want it too much.

Just thinking of how he needed to deal with those noble youths who already pretended to be adults made his head hurt so much. Some of them were really not his cup of tea. He even liked the casual acquaintances he had; they knew all their intentions from the start. They got along so well and only thought of having fun more than anything else.

He took a deep breath and looked at his phone. On his screen were the text messages exchanged between him and the emperor. Although he was the only one actively texting the other, he messaged him earlier about his party, but the emperor never confirmed to him if he was coming or not.

Arren’s shoulders drooped and pouted; his fingers typed something, but he couldn’t send it, so he turned off his phone again.

"He’s busy." Arren sullenly stood, and the time at which he would be entering the banquet hall was approaching.

He shouldn’t expect it in the first place. Arren looked at his reflection and let out a breath. Soon, he put a smile on his lips.

It was his birthday; for his father, at least, he should still be happy. Arren would enjoy this night like he always did at his previous parties.

As Arren was about to come to his father, a huge commotion suddenly erupted at the entrance, and this magnitude was even felt in the room where he was.

He saw the servants that were outside his room talking excitedly. Arren frowned. "What’s going on, auntie?" He approached them and asked.

The auntie that he called looked at Arren and grinned widely, her face blushing. "Young Master, good news! His MAjesty... His Majesty has come!"

Arren stiffened; he couldn’t react for a moment. And then the realization struck him all at once. His eager face leaned closer to the auntie.

"Really? His MAjesty... really come?"

The servants also expected him to react like this, and they laughed, taking lightly his excitement.

"Of course, Young Master. His Grace already welcomed His Majesty, and they are now in the banquet hall."

Hearing the confirmation, Arren couldn’t quite believe it. The Emperor really came! All his unhappiness and disappointment were washed away at once.

His smile reached his eyes; it was as though his mouth was about to be ripped out with the feeling he had at the moment.

He couldn’t even remember when his father came and escorted him to the banquet hall or when the host announced his arrival. His eyes were only drawn to the one seated at the center of the podium, watching him.

Arren couldn’t ever forget that moment. The day he realized, as he was under the watchful gaze of someone he admired for so long, he seemed to have fallen deeper than he thought.

It was also the day, he was rejected for the first time.