Reawakening with Limitless Mana-Chapter 62: Cocky Princess

The capital of Durnhalm sat proudly at the southern tip of the nation, where the land ended and the vast, endless ocean began. At night, the city glowed softly with lanterns and torchlight, their warm flickers dancing in the salty sea breeze.

From the high stone walls to the busy ports below, everything in Durnhalm carried a sense of strength and order. The streets were wide and clean, lined with dark-roofed buildings made of thick stone, built to endure harsh weather and war alike.

Beyond its strong military, Durnhalm was known across the land for something far simpler—its fish. Ships came in and out of the harbor even at night, carrying nets full of fresh catch. The air always carried a trace of salt and smoke, mixed with the sharp, savory scent of grilled fish from food stalls scattered near the docks.

Even now, under the starlit sky, the capital didn’t sleep. Guards patrolled the gates, sailors tied down their ships, and the waves kept whispering to the shore—just as they always had.

The grand palace stood proudly in the heart of the Capital. Inside, servants moved quietly through the halls, bringing dinner to the royal family.

The family of five sat together at the long dining table, with the king seated at the head. On his left sat his first wife, and next to her was his second wife.

From these two queens, the king had two children—his eldest, a son, and his youngest, a daughter.

The daughter, the Princess, was not just any royal child. She was known throughout the land as the Child of Prophecy.

A few years ago, something extraordinary happened. A brilliant light descended from the sky onto the main palace, and the entire Capital witnessed the glory of the heavens.

That light was meant for one person—a certain Princess, the only one who remained asleep in the palace at the time. freewёbnoνel.com

Everyone saw it. The youngest child had received a blessing, and not from just anyone, but from the most ancient Goddess known to exist.

In the royal family, after the King, no one held more importance than the youngest Princess, Elowen Gravemark.

Dinner was unusually quiet. Everyone sat at the long table, focused on their plates, eating more out of duty than hunger.

At last, the silence broke.

"Elowen... is it really necessary for you to go out tomorrow?" the Prince asked.

"Is it necessary for you to stay alive?" she shot back instantly, her tone sharp enough to make both Queens flinch.

The younger Queen frowned. "Is that any way to speak to your elder brother?" she scolded, then glanced at the King, silently urging him to step in.

But the King didn’t even lift his eyes. His expression remained cold as he continued eating in silence.

To him, his son—who hadn’t awakened and remained weak—was of no value.

Because of the King’s coldness toward his son, Elowen had grown up with no respect for her brother either.

The Prince—Abel Gravemark—offered a calm smile to the Queen. "It’s all right, Mother. She’s just a child."

Elowen scoffed and shook her head. "If you’re so worried about me, maybe you should worry about yourself first. You’re already seventeen and still haven’t gotten into an academy."

Then, under her breath, but loud enough to hear, she muttered, "Loser."

The first Queen lowered her eyes and bit her lip. Her son endured humiliation every single day, not just from his father and sister, but even from the servants. They whispered behind his back, but the whispers always found their way to him.

Still, Abel tried. He pushed himself to be someone worthy of the Gravemark name. But his body was frail, his progress slower than most, and worst of all, he hadn’t awakened mana.

For a long moment, the table remained silent—until the King finally spoke, his voice cold and sharp.

"Take your brother with you. Not as a guard—he’s useless for that. But perhaps he could serve as a meat shield."

Elowen chuckled without looking up from her plate. "He’s so thin, I doubt he’d stop a wooden arrow, let alone a real one."

Tears welled up in the first Queen’s eyes. She stood abruptly, her voice trembling. "I... I don’t feel well."

Without a word, she left the room.

The second Queen rose soon after, casting a sharp glare at Elowen before following the first queen out.

Elowen rolled her eyes and finished her dinner in silence, then rose gracefully and left for her chambers.

Her mother could keep pretending all she liked—but the truth was plain: the Prince was a burden to their family.

He wasn’t even fit to be a soldier. All he did was read dusty books and tend to his little garden. Gardening. How embarrassingly delicate. Yuck.

Elowen, on the other hand, had awakened mana—and not just that. She had been blessed by the strongest deity in existence. Her name echoed across nations, spoken with reverence and awe.

The Church had formally requested her presence, demanding her father allow her to become a Priestess—one with a strong chance of rising to the title of Head Saint.

She could see fragments of the future. She could trace fate’s invisible threads. With gifts like that, nations would pay fortunes just to have her under their banner. To the masses, she wasn’t just royalty—she was the Apostle, a living miracle, as if a goddess had stepped into mortal flesh.

The throne of Durnhalm? That had become a small dream, something far beneath her now.

Elowen wanted more. And with the power she held, with the reverence she commanded, she would get it.

She would reach for something no one else had ever dared to grasp.

And her journey to become world famous starts from Obsidian Spire, the best academy in the world.

The excursion she has planned was aimed at gaining more field experience so she could prepare better for the academy’s assessment.

’Haah~I wish tomorrow I could find something exciting out there.’

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It had been two days since Aston returned, yet the joy on their faces hadn’t faded. The glow of happiness still lingered, especially when they spoke of Kevin.

He’d been selected. And not just that—his name was among the top ten.

Kevin was over the moon. The moment he found out, he wrote a letter to his mother and brother, pouring out his excitement and gratitude. He thanked them again and again for everything they had done for him.

"I told him to pack everything at once," Arthur said with a soft sigh, a trace of tiredness in his voice as he sat at the table with the others.

Virelle gave an awkward smile. "Well... I did suggest that he take just a few clothes for now," she admitted. She had been unsure of what the trials would bring, and she had supported Kevin’s decision to travel light.

But Arthur had never once doubted his brother.

Now, because no one had listened to him, Kevin was left with only two extra sets of clothes. And he wouldn’t be allowed to come home until the winter break.

"I’ll go tomorrow and—"

"But, Dad... don’t you have that meeting with the other two Barons?" Arthur cut in gently.

The three Barons had been planning a grand carnival to be held in the Viscount’s territory—an event that would draw crowds, breathe life into tourism, and strengthen all three Baronies. There were also serious matters to discuss, especially regarding security, which made the meeting all the more important.

Aston exhaled deeply. "You’re right... and I’ll have to visit the Viscount as well. That means a whole week of back and forth."

Virelle’s brows furrowed, worry clouding her expression—worry for both her husband and her son.

While Aston would be tied up with meetings and travel, Kevin would be on his own, far from home, without the things he needed. He didn’t have much money with him either, and everything near the academy—clothes, supplies—was surely too expensive for a student from a small Barony.

After a brief pause, Arthur suggested, "Since things have come to it, I will go there."

Virelle and Aston glanced at each other first, their eyes slightly stretched before the lady said, "Going to the academy alone...it’s too dangerous."

Arthur soon clarified, "I will be using teleportation."

Aston was rendered speechless, "Arthur...you know it takes ten thousand gold coins for one way trip, right? How can you be so nonchalant about it?"

Arthur sighed, "Father...After I told you and showed you my treasury, you still ask me how I can afford teleportation?"

Aston nodded, " I know that you have been saving a lot but..."

Virelle added, "Rather than wasting money on teleportation, we can give it to Kevin so he can buy new things instead."

"..." Arthur turned speechless. His opportunity to make a round trip to Durnhalm was ruined by his mother’s valid argument

Aston sensed something before he asked, "Do you want to go somewhere, Art?"

Virelle also noticed that Arthur was being a little impatient to go somewhere, asking her in the morning if she wanted to have more of Anna’s cake.

In the end, Arthur had to tell them,

"I need to be somewhere...to do something...and this task is given by someone... whose identity I can’t reveal...so...umm..."

The husband and wife shared another glance, seeing their son unusually nervous.

Aston soon smiled and told him, "You don’t need to tell us. Just remain safe out there and return to us as soon as you can."

Virelle touched his head, "Yes, Art. We trust your judgment, but being a mother, I surely would scold you if you get injured. So please be cautious."

Arthur smiled gratefully at them. Having parents like them...is truly a blessing.

"Thank you for trusting me."

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A/N: Thank you for choosing my novel.