Chapitre 3: Princess Alara Frostwind
The realization struck Chesca with a surreal intensity—she had indeed crossed over into the realm of Black Clover, a world she once only knew through the pages of a beloved manga. The goddess's promise had been fulfilled, and despite her infantile state, an unsettling truth seeped into her consciousness.
Her ears recorded a terrifying symphony—the sounds of chaos and destruction, the terrifying echoes of her family's massacre—even if her eyes were still unable to discern the world around her. The sound of hopelessness smashed into her soul, leaving an awful mark that went beyond her new life.
As the chilling echoes of the tragic event reverberated around her, Chesca's heart wrenched with a mixture of emotions. Amidst the chaos and terror, she caught fragments of her true name and the names of her parents. Tears welled up in her still unseeing eyes as a profound sorrow washed over her, a yearning to connect with the family she had never known, yet heard meet a tragic end.
"Uwaaa!"
Amidst the overwhelming emotions that flooded her tiny being, Chesca's cries echoed plaintively in the tumultuous air. Tears streamed down her cheeks, born from a depth of sorrow she couldn't articulate, perhaps intensified by the innocence of her infant form. In the midst of her tears, a sensation, a touch so gentle and tender, graced her small head.
The comforting hand, a gesture of unparalleled gentleness, caressed her with an otherworldly warmth that transcended the chaos surrounding her. It was a touch that spoke of solace and reassurance, an embrace that whispered, "You are safe. You are protected."
Gradually, her sobs ebbed into soft sniffles as a semblance of calm settled within her. A tinge of surprise danced in her thoughts as she pondered about the source of the comforting presence that had enveloped her. She found herself intrigued, curious about the identity of her unseen comforter.
"Don't worry, Princess, you'll be fine." A guy spoke in a gentle tone.
Recognition dawned upon Chesca as she pieced together the familiar timbre of the voice that offered solace. In the depths of her infantile consciousness, she realized with a sudden certainty—it was Nozel Silva. From the moment the presence entered the room, a spark of intuition had ignited within her, whispering his identity, and she surmised that alongside Nozel, Fuegoleon stood as his companion.
"Maybe the Princess is hungry?" Fuegoleon asked Nozel curiously.
"I don't know. I think you're right. This night must've exhausted her and made her hungry," Nozel said while staring at Alara.
..............................
(5 years later)
Alara's serene demeanor remained intact as she greeted King Julius with a composed smile, her bright blue eyes fixated on him, observing with a keen and perceptive gaze.
"King Julius, what brings you here?" Her voice, gentle and composed, carried an air of poise that belied her youthful appearance. Despite her calmness, there was an underlying curiosity in her tone, a quiet anticipation veiled behind her serene countenance.
"Hello, Alara," Julius greeted warmly, his expression softening into a gentle smile. "I've mentioned before, you don't have to address me so formally." His chuckle carried a hint of amusement as he scratched the back of his head, a touch of awkwardness painting his gesture.
"I wouldn't dare to disrespect such an esteemed individual like you," Alara replied respectfully, her tone carrying a note of sincere reverence. She shook her head gently, a gesture of deference, before shifting her gaze upward, directing her attention to the sky. Amidst the tranquility of the garden, she sat upon a bench, her posture composed, basking in the serene ambiance that enveloped her surroundings.
Julius let out a sigh, a mixture of admiration and perhaps a tinge of nostalgia, as he observed Alara. Her serene demeanor and graceful presence never failed to captivate him. She was a true reflection of her mother, a carbon copy in both elegance and composure. Her intelligence and unwavering politeness, a testament to her upbringing, impressed Julius, showcasing a remarkable semblance to her esteemed parentage.
"Never mind that," Julius said, dismissing his previous thoughts with a smile that held an air of excitement. "I'm here because I have wonderful news to share with you." His smile widened, brimming with enthusiasm as he prepared to reveal the anticipated news.
"What's the news, King Julius?" Alara inquired with keen interest, her gaze fixed intently upon him, eager to hear the revelation he was about to share. Her curiosity was palpable, and her eyes reflected a genuine eagerness to learn of the news he brought.
"Tomorrow, you will be crowned as the Clover Kingdom's princess," Julius revealed, his voice carrying a tone of honor and pride. He explained the reason behind the decision, citing her royal lineage and the genuine kindness she had shown to the kingdom's people. His admiration for her actions and character was evident as he expressed his pride in her.
"You've helped countless people and shown unparalleled kindness. The people believe you are truly deserving of this title," Julius added, a sense of reverence evident in his words as he spoke of her deeds and the unanimous support she had garnered from the kingdom's populace. His pride in her accomplishments shone through, a testament to her remarkable character and the admiration she had earned from the people she had touched with her kindness.
"I understand. Thank you for mentoring me, King Julius," Alara expressed her gratitude with sincerity, acknowledging his pivotal role in her upbringing and success. Rising from her seat, she delicately adjusted her skirt, a gesture learned from Julius's teachings on etiquette and decorum.
In a display of respect ingrained by Julius's teachings, she offered a graceful bow, a symbol of her appreciation for his guidance and tutelage. Julius had not only instructed her in matters of magic but had also imparted crucial lessons in royal etiquette, molding her into the poised and gracious individual she had become. His guidance had been instrumental in preparing her for the responsibility she was about to undertake as the kingdom's princess.
"Don't mention it, Alara, or perhaps I should say Princess Alara now?" Julius smiled warmly, a touch of playfulness lacing his words as he acknowledged the impending change in her title. His smile carried both pride and fondness for the young woman she had become, acknowledging the transition she was about to embrace with grace and poise.
"I wouldn't dare expect the esteemed Wizard King to address me with such honorifics," Alara replied, her tone respectfully demurring as she closed her eyes briefly, acknowledging the distinction and humility that came with Julius's title. Her response reflected both respect for his position and her own modesty, echoing the grace and humility that were emblematic of her character.
"Remember this, Alara. Despite what others may say, you will always be like a daughter to me, and I'll consider your well-being my responsibility," Julius spoke with a gentle sincerity, his eyes filled with warmth and genuine fondness. While acknowledging that he wasn't her biological father, he expressed his commitment to care for her and ensure her comfort, mirroring the devotion and support a father would give to his daughter.
"I may not be your real father, but I'll strive to meet your needs and provide you with a life that's as comfortable as any father would wish for their daughter," Julius assured her, his smile carrying a mix of affection and a sense of duty. His promise echoed a heartfelt commitment to honor the memory of his best friend, Alderick, by caring for the cherished legacy he left behind.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone