Reborn as the God of Infinity : I became a human god

As the evening progressed, the grand hall began to fill with the sound of footsteps and soft chatter as the guests arrived.

Ashan, standing near his parents, carried himself with an air of composed elegance that belied his tender age of six. Despite his youth, he greeted each family with practiced poise, mirroring his father's regal demeanor and his mother's grace.

The first to arrive were the local nobles. One by one, they stepped forward with measured decorum, bowing respectfully to Lord Leone and Lady Maria. Ashan followed their example, offering slight bows and polite words of welcome. The nobles exchanged warm smiles, charmed by his confidence and well-mannered responses.

Soon, the rhythmic clatter of hooves signaled the arrival of the lords' carriages. The First Lord, a man of broad stature and an equally broad smile, was the first to step through the gilded doors. His salt-and-pepper hair framed a face marked with both wisdom and warmth. Towering slightly over Leone, his presence was both imposing and comforting.

"Ah, my old friend!" the First Lord boomed. "Another year of happiness to you and Lady Maria!"

"Thank you, Lord Eridan," Leone replied, stepping forward with a smile. "It's always a pleasure to have you here."

Eridan's gaze softened as he turned to Ashan. "And this must be young Ashan. Already a fine young man, I see."

"My apologies, Leone," Eridan added with a sigh. "I haven't been able to visit as I wished. Internal issues in our land have kept me preoccupied, and I believe the other lords faced similar troubles."

Leone nodded understandingly. "Don't worry, Lord Eridan. I heard of the challenges you faced. Duty often takes precedence over our desires."

Eridan bent slightly to meet Ashan's eyes, his voice rich with sincerity. "You have the makings of someone truly great, my boy. Remember that."

"Thank you, Lord Eridan," Ashan replied, his voice steady and respectful.

Eridan then handed a finely crafted sword to Leone and a beautifully wrapped gift box to Maria. Reaching into his coat, he retrieved a small metal stick and extended it to Ashan.

"Here, this is my first gift to you," Eridan said with a warm smile. "Consider it an apology for not visiting sooner."

Ashan examined the stick closely and discovered it was a small, elegantly crafted sword with a golden bird symbol etched into its hilt.

"Lord Eridan," Leone exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise, "is this a phoenix sword?"

"Yes, it is," Eridan confirmed with a chuckle. "I acquired it during a visit to Dragoria. It was forged by the finest blacksmith in the kingdom—the legendary Diamond Breaker."

"Wait," Leone interjected, "you mean the blacksmith who forged the Dragorian king's sword, The Dragon Slayer?"

Eridan grinned. "The very same."

"But how?" Leone's eyes widened. "He's known to be an arrogant man who rarely parts with his creations."

"Well," Eridan said with a laugh, "he lost a bet with me. This sword was the price. Since I have no use for it and my son already has a fine blade, I decided it would suit young Ashan."

Ashan stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Thank you very much, Lord Eridan. I understand the value of this gift, and I will cherish it."

Eridan's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "I'll look forward to seeing how you wield it."

Turning to his family, Eridan introduced them with pride. His wife, Emily, stepped forward, her elegance enhanced by her flowing pink gown. Her kind demeanor mirrored the grace in her movements.

Their children followed, a boy and a girl, both slightly older than Ashan. Nathaniel, the son, shared his father's hair color and stood confidently. Ashan extended his hand in greeting.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Nathaniel," the boy said, his tone brimming with pride.

"Nice to meet you, too. I'm Ashan. My father mentioned your skill with a sword."

Nathaniel's confidence surged, and Ashan, through his unique sight, saw his aura waver violently. He suppressed a chuckle. 

He really is full of himself. That confidence might be his undoing someday.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel's sister, Lily, stepped forward shyly. Her pink-and-white hair and innocent blue eyes gave her a delicate charm. Ashan noticed the soft pink glow of her aura, a reflection of her kind and gentle nature.

She resembles her mother, Ashan thought.

 Her beauty will bloom even more as she grows. I wouldn't be surprised if she's called the Rose of Verdalis someday.

However, when their eyes met, Lily's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her unease evident. 

Why does she look at me like that? Ashan frowned slightly. 

The arrival of the remaining lords, their camaraderie lighting up the hall, brought a cheerful shift to the atmosphere. Yet, as the final guest arrived, a hushed stillness fell over the room.

Archmage Solomon entered with an aura of unmatched authority. His violet robes, adorned with golden runes, seemed to shimmer with the weight of untold knowledge. The very air grew heavier, a palpable testament to the immense mana radiating from him.

Ashan's senses sharpened as he observed the Archmage. His aura, a blend of white, purple, and violet, pulsed with overwhelming power.

 Why is he releasing his mana like this? Is he trying to intimidate everyone?

As quickly as the pressure came, it receded. Solomon lowered his mana field and addressed the room. "My apologies, everyone, for making you uncomfortable."

Leone stepped forward to greet him. "No need for apologies, Archmage Solomon. Your presence here is a great honor."

Solomon smiled kindly. "It's been a long time, Lord Leone. You've grown into a fine man, and seeing your family brings me joy. Congratulations on your anniversary."

"Thank you, Archmage. Let me introduce you to my family."

As Leone gestured toward Ashan, the Archmage's gaze settled on the boy. His sharp, knowing eyes carried a hint of curiosity and intrigue.

Ashan felt the weight of that gaze. 

Does he sense something about me?

To be continued…