After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1812

Chapter 1812: Prince Aurellian

Speaking of the so-called Genius Prince Aurellian, the five-year-old was walking along the long hallway of the palace, followed closely by an intimidating entourage.

The little boy was quite dashing with his shimmering silvery hair and glimmering blue eyes. He also had an indifferent expression on his face and would remain that way until he reached the throne room.

He was only wearing his usual coat. He was not cold at all because a small blue flame was following him around, keeping him warm.

This was his own element, too, and was much more stable than other elementalist’s fires.

Typically, it was not recommended for children to level past ten before 12 (or ten for those with good families) because of the high amount of aether involved.

Similarly, elementalists needed to be around the same age to even try to handle their elements.

However, in history, there were still a handful of exemptions, and—so far—Prince Aurellian was the most prime and exceeding example of this. None have gotten near to his achievements at such a young age.

The silver-haired boy had reached Level five a few months ago, just a little after his fifth birthday, but somehow, he could already control the basic ember to an impressive degree.

This meant that Prince Aurellian, a triple elementalist, at the young age of five years old, could already access one of three of his elements!

It was really unprecedented among humans! His potential was limitless, and the point of pride of the King and the entire City.

Anyway, the little boy arrived at the throne room, which was the warmest area in the palace, to see his grandfather, father, and several courtiers having a meeting.

The entourage was left by the door, and the door was opened for the prince. The old men usually didn’t like to be interrupted in the middle of the meeting, but seeing who entered, they all smiled.

"Aurellian, what are you doing here?" Grandpa asked, voice gentle. The little boy nodded and stood at the side.

"I wanna listen. I’m bored," he said, his small voice monotonous but adorable to those who adored him. This included the King, who was a fool for his grandson.

"Very well."

Without further ado, a smaller throne appeared next to the King’s, and the little boy casually sat on it.

The people under didn’t react much. Although it wasn’t often, the little prince had indeed done this before.

The King’s eyes were soft as he looked at the boy. He patted his little head before he turned back to his audience, his soft expression quickly returned to its usual icy state. "Continue with your report."

"Father, we must hunt down that snake!" Ussain, one of the sons, vehemently exclaimed.

"It had been more than a week since that incident, Ussain," Prince Theron, the heir, looked at his brother.

"The Extreme Cold happened. She couldn’t have gone far! Maybe she’s hibernating! How could I just let that snake who led my mercenaries to death go so easily?"

She actually led them to the lair of two level 45 beasts! They were forced to run and scatter, unable to beat even one of those beasts, and many still perished!

Regardless, the resources that had to be spent on a team averaging level 30 and above were massive.

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