"I am Alvin Vaelcrest"
"Nice to meet you all."
The words echoed across the coliseum, and the effect was instant.
Gasps. Whispers. Disbelief.
But I didn't listen to any of it. I simply walked down from the stage, calm and composed, and stood beside Lesley, who was smirking, and Bob, whose mouth was still half-open in shock.
'I'm ready to face my identity.'
***
In the VIP guest room…
Silence.
Not a single word was spoken as the screen flickered, showing Alvin Vaelcrest standing proudly on stage.
They had assumed the boy was dead, lost, missing, or killed somewhere in the chaos of the past.
But now?
Alive. Strong. And standing at the top.
The room was filled with powerful figures, but none spoke until Erwin Vaelcrest slowly exhaled.
He looked down, his voice low as he muttered,"…He returned after learning his sister was gone."
He turned, facing the heads of the other great families.
"I believe it's time to initiate Operation Fresta."
