A different dream unfolded before Elena this time. She found herself playing with a girl, her long white hair cascading like silk, and her piercing blue eyes mirroring Elena's own. There was a sense of familiarity in her presence, as if they shared a connection beyond mere chance.

But as the dream carried on, a sudden darkness descended, enveloping them in swirling black flames. Panic surged within Elena as the black flames licked at their surroundings, threatening to consume them whole.

With a jolt, Elena woke from the nightmare, her heart pounding in her chest.

As she slowly woke up in the infirmary, Elena remembered feeling unconscious after the fight. She felt a sense of happiness wash over her as she recalled her victory in the tournament. But amidst her relief, she couldn't shake the curiosity about the chant of "Pluton" that she heard from the crowd. "What did it mean?," she wondered.

Then, as Elena lay there, the memory of the recurring dream resurfaced. Why did she keep dreaming about these things, about people who appeared to be from Mickelson house? And why did the girl in her dream feel so familiar, like someone she should know but have never met?

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sudden opening of the door. As Elena turned towards it, a man emerged, clad in resplendent golden armor adorned with a flowing blue cape,and holding his helmet in his right hand,it was Jerald.

"Hello, good to see you are doing well," said the man gently, his expression solemn as he spoke.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just woke up," Elena replied, trying to gauge the reason for his visit.

"I am Jerald Ironclad, one of the King's Guard and I'm here to escort you to Prastan," he stated matter-of-factly, his words sending a jolt of surprise through Elena.

"What?" she exclaimed, taken aback by the unexpected request.

"You are a Celestial, so it's appropriate for you to live in Prastan." he explained, his tone grave yet resolute.

"Live?" Elena echoed, the implications of his words sinking in slowly.

"Please get ready. We will be leaving in a few minutes. Your belongings can be brought later. I will be waiting outside," he concluded, his demeanor unwavering as he turned to leave the room.

As he exited, leaving Elena to process the unexpected turn of events, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

As Elena descended from the infirmary, she was met with the sight of a sleek silver cart awaiting her, pulled by a beast unlike any she had ever seen. Its brown fur shimmered in the sunlight, and atop its head sat a single majestic horn.

"Please, get in," urged the man, gesturing towards the cart.

Elena complied, climbing into the cart as the man joined her, taking a seat across from her.

"So, does the beast itself navigate the cart without guidance?" Elena inquired, curious about the creature's remarkable abilities.

"It's a smart creature," the man explained, a hint of amusement flickering across his features. "It can memorize the path in a single trip. Its name is Nisob."

Elena couldn't help but notice a slight smile grace Jerald's lips—the first sign of warmth she had seen from him.

"It's an honor to meet one of the Kingsguard, Sir Jerald," Elena says respectfully.

"You can just call me Jerald. I'm neither a noble nor a Celestial," he offered with a seriousness.

Elena noticed a footprint symbol on Jerald's left breastplate, indicating the ranking among the six Kingsguard. The symbols represented their respective rankings: foot being the lowest, followed by hand, and then crown. In the case of two Kingsguards with the same symbol, their ranking would be determined by the side of the breastplate where the symbol was placed, with the right side ranking above the left. Therefore, Jerald was the lowest ranked among the Kingsguards.

"You must be very capable. I've heard that only Celestials can become a Kingsguard, and it's difficult even for a noble," Elena remarked, her admiration for Jerald evident in her tone.

"Can I ask you something, Elena?" Jerald's question interrupted, his gaze penetrating yet kind.

"Yes, sure," Elena replied, curious about what he wanted to know.

"What is your goal? Why do you want to get stronger?" Jerald inquired, his voice gentle but probing.

Elena felt a pang of surprise; she hadn't expected such a personal question. "I haven't thought about it. I guess I don't have any specific goal," she admitted with a nervous chuckle.

"That's not true. I saw you fight today; you must have some goal that keeps you motivated to train," Jerald insisted, his eyes reflecting genuine curiosity.

Elena paused, pondering his words. "I don't want people to hate me,so I want to become some kind of Hero." she confessed, her voice tinged with sadness as she recalled the prejudice she faced.

"It must have been tough for you, to be hated for something you had nothing to do with. I am sorry for asking this question; I just wanted to know you as a person," Jerald said, his empathy touching Elena's heart.

"Why did you become a Kingsguard?" Elena redirected the conversation, curious about Jerald's own motivations.

"I didn't want to be a Kingsguard. I was just offered this position by King Marcus Starfall, and I accepted," Jerald revealed, his expression hinting at deeper layers beneath his stoic exterior.

This revelation puzzled Elena. "So what did you want to become?" she probed further, intrigued by the mystery surrounding Jerald's past.

"We are here. Maybe someday I will tell you," Jerald replied with a cryptic smile, leaving Elena intrigued and eager to uncover more about the enigmatic Kingsguard.

Elena marveled at Nisob's speed, grateful for the swift journey.

"Thank you, Nisob. You were very quick. Perhaps if we meet again, I'll be sure to give you a treat," she remarked, patting the beast affectionately.

"Please, this way," Jerald directed as they arrived at the gates of Prastan.

At his signal, the gates swung open, granting them entry into the town within.

As they traversed the streets of Prastan, Elena was struck by the diverse architecture—palaces of varying sizes and styles dotted the landscape, surrounding the grand central structure known as the King's Palace. The towering walls that encircled the city added to its imposing presence, with the King's Palace

As Elena walked , she noticed another Kingsguard with a handprint symbol on her left breastplate approaching her.

"Hello, Elena. I am Erza Scarlet," the Kingsguard introduced herself, removing her helmet to reveal long red hair that cascaded down to her waist and matching red eyes.

"Hello..." Elena responded nervously, knowing that Erza was not only a Kingsguard but also a celestial from the Scarlet house.

"Jerald, you can leave. I will take it from here," Erza instructed, dismissing Jerald with a nod before turning her attention back to Elena.

"Yes, Lady Erza," Jerald acknowledged before departing, casting a sidelong glance at Elena.

"Follow me," Erza instructed, leading Elena through a passage adorned with vibrant gardens.

"It must have been a very long day for you," Erza remarked sympathetically as they walked.

"Yes..." Elena replied, her nervousness still palpable.

"I am taking you to Mickelson's Tower. That will be your home from now on, and tomorrow you will be given the Mickelson name by the King, officially becoming a Celestial," Erza explained.

"Okay," Elena murmured, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden changes.

"Do you just say 'Okay' and 'Yes'?" Erza questioned, noting Elena's apprehension.

"I am just nervous. It's my first time meeting with a celestial," Elena admitted sheepishly.

"Think of me as your sister," Erza suggested with a warm smile, hoping to ease Elena's nerves.

This gesture warmed Elena's heart, and she managed a small smile in return.

"This is it, Mickelson's Tower," Erza announced as they arrived at their destination.

A servant approached them, bowing deeply. "Welcome home, Lady Elena, and thank you, Lady Erza," the servant greeted respectfully.

"See you tomorrow, Elena. Tomorrow's going to be an even bigger day," Erza said, looking at Elena with a sense of anticipation.

"See you," Elena replied, her nerves slightly eased by Erza's reassuring presence.

"Prepare her for tomorrow," Erza instructed the servant before bidding Elena farewell and heading off to attend to her duties.

"This way, Lady Elena," the servant, Lily, gestured, leading Elena through the grand tower entrance. As they entered, Elena couldn't help but marvel at the vast hall and the staircase branching off in both directions.

Following Lily up one of the staircases, they entered a narrow hallway that led to a brightly lit room adorned with flickering candlelight.

"This will be your room. Please let us know if you need something," Lily said with a warm smile.

"Thank you. This is great," Elena smiles.

"I will leave you to rest for some time. I will call you when it's time for dinner."

"Sure, thanks, Lily," Elena responded gratefully as Lily left and closed the door behind her. Alone in her new room, Elena took a moment to appreciate the tranquility before preparing for some much-needed rest.

As Elena settled onto her bed, the reality of being inside Prastan, on the cusp of becoming a Celestial, filled her with disbelief and excitement. Memories of her past flooded her mind - the loneliness, the rejection. A tear glistened in her eye as she pondered those difficult times. Yet, amidst the shadows of her past, there was hope for a brighter tomorrow. With a sigh, she drifted into a peaceful sleep, eagerly anticipating the new chapter that awaited her.

Elena stirred from her sleep as Lily gently woke her. "Sorry for waking you, Lady Elena, dinner's ready," Lily whispered. Elena, feeling hungry, eagerly accepted and got up to head to the dining hall.

Entering, she was greeted by a grand feast spread before her. "Will anyone else be joining us?" she asked, noting the excess of food and chairs.

Lily smiled warmly. "No, my lady, it's just you," she replied as she began serving Elena.

During the meal, Elena's thoughts turned to her family. "What happened to the other Mickelson members?" she inquired.

"Unfortunately , there are only 3 Mickelson members alive including you. Lord Ethan, your cousin serves in the Holy Knights and he doesn't come to the palace much, and about his twin brother Noah, he never came back to Prastan after the defeat of Lord Daemon, and now he is serving under Catlyn Snow, the merciless ruler of the North," explained Lily.
"Just 3 members, huh?" Elena said.

 "Well, some who sided with Lord Daemon perished, but even before that, Mickelson was a small family," Lily said.

 "Looks like there's so much I need to learn," said Elena.

"There is a library nearby which documents all the history, only Celestials and a few nobles can access it, it's called Arci," said Lily. 

"Where is it?" asked Lily.

"It's in the north of Mickelson tower, it's a small 3-floor building, you can recognize it easily, it's one of the few buildings here which doesn't have a tomb at the top," said Lily.

Elena went back to her room after dinner, still thinking about the conversation she had with Lily. "I want to know more," Elena got out of her bed to go to the Arci to know more about this place.

Arci stood before Elena, a humble three-story square building guarded by two sentinels at its entrance. Despite her initial hesitation upon seeing the guards, they let her pass without inquiry, granting her access to the wealth of knowledge within.

Navigating through the various sections, Elena's gaze was drawn to the history of the Mickelson family. With determination, she headed straight for that section, pulling out a book titled "Members of the Mickelson Family."

As she flipped through the pages, unfamiliar names and tales unfolded before her. Finally, she found what she sought, she took a quick glance:

"Daemon Mickelson...
Responsible for the genocide of the Raven family ...
Most merciless King Elysium had ever seen ....
Killed by: Nexus Ironclad, Ex-Kingsguard."

"Ironclad?" Elena whispered to herself, her curiosity piqued as she turned the page.

"Ethan Mickelson...
Protector of Elysium...
One of the 13 Holy Knights."

"Noah Mickelson...
Sided with King Daemon...
Left Elysium after his defeat ...
Currently serves under Catlyn Snow, Ruler of Frosthold."

"What is Frosthold?" Elena pondered aloud, her interest deepening as she turned the page.

"Nicklaus Mickelson...
Brother of Daemon Mickelson...
Stole and destroyed Pluton...
Killed 4 Holy Knights, 2 Kingsguard, 5 Phoenix members during Operation Pluton Retrieval...
Killed by Draken Emberforge, Ex-leader of Holy Knights."

"So many new names," Elena sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the revelations.

Noticing another book titled "Raven Family," Elena couldn't resist taking a quick glance. She learned that the Raven family had served the Mickelson house faithfully  for centuries until they were massacred by Daemon. All members were dead except one:

"Lucas Raven...
Trusted friend of Daemon...
Helped Daemon in the genocide of the Raven family...
Current status: UNKNOWN."

"He killed his own family for Daemon?" Elena exclaimed, her shock echoing in the quiet of the library.

A figure, cloaked in an extravagant coat adorned with ornate patterns, emerged from the shadows behind Elena. With a sly grin and piercing gaze, he spoke in a voice that dripped with confidence and intrigue.

"Reading about legends?" he inquired, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

The sudden appearance of a stranger startled Elena, causing her to momentarily freeze in surprise.

"Hello Lady Elena, good to finally meet you," he said. "My name is Valentine Donquixote."

"Hello, Lord Valentine. I am Elena," she replied, pausing for a moment before adding, "Mickelson."

Valentine chuckled heartily. "Ha...haha."

"So, what do you think of these people you are reading? Aren't they intriguing?" Valentine asked.

"I think most of them were evil and..." Elena was interrupted.

"Evil? You are too innocent for this place," he chuckled, cutting off Elena's explanation with a wave of his hand.

Caught off guard by his dismissive attitude, Elena bristled at his insinuation. "But... they killed many people," she protested, her voice rising in frustration.

Valentine's laughter subsided as he regarded Elena with a thoughtful expression, his eyes searching hers for a moment. "If killing people makes someone evil, then the entire Celestial family is evil," he remarked casually, his tone betraying a hint of mischief.

Unwilling to entertain Valentine's seemingly flippant perspective, Elena countered, her conviction unwavering. "I am sure the Celestials don't kill without reason," she insisted, her voice firm with conviction.

Valentine's demeanor shifted, his gaze sharpening as he observed Elena with newfound interest. "I'm unable to tell if you're truly devoted to the Celestials or simply pretending," he mused, his words tinged with a hint of skepticism. "Either way, it's good for you."

With that, Valentine made his exit, leaving Elena to ponder the cryptic encounter. As she waited in the quiet of the library, her thoughts raced with questions, grappling with the enigmatic figure she had just encountered. Eventually, she too departed, her mind still swirling with uncertainty and intrigue.