Math Is Magic Chapter 6: CHAPTER 6: First Birthday Party (1)

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{ 26 DAYS LATER… } 'In-Incredible!' Mirac stammered internally, his eyes widening in disbelief as he gazed, mouth open, at the scene before him. At the heart of the castle, the grand reception hall was lavishly and opulently adorned to celebrate young Prince Mirac's first birthday. The vanilla-white walls, adorned with paintings depicting scenes of battles and noble courts, were illuminated by golden chandeliers that cast a warm, radiant glow. Through the large arched windows, there was an enchanting view of the night sky, studded with countless stars that sparkled like diamonds on a dark velvet canvas. The polished stone floor was covered with richly decorated red carpets, along which the noble guests moved with elegance. In the center of the hall, positioned parallel to each other, two large and long tables of carved wood were laden with culinary delights: succulent roasts, finely decorated pastries, and exotic fruits, while tall glasses of wine and pitchers of mead sparkled under the candlelight. Servants and butlers, dressed in uniforms even more elegant than usual, distributed small gifts and sweets to the guests, who chatted and laughed, enjoying the abundance and the festive spirit that filled the hall. Along the walls, groups of musicians in colorful attire played cheerful melodies with violins, harps, and a grand black piano in the center of the orchestra, creating a lively and joyful atmosphere. In one corner, an artist was painting the scene, capturing the moment in a work of art that would commemorate that special day forever. As expected, at the center of attention was none other than the birthday boy himself! Dressed in an elaborate outfit of light-blue velvet, Mirac was seated on a throne adorned with gems and fine fabrics, placed at the end of the hall to give him a full view of the celebration. Around him, elegantly dressed, the five principal members of the royal family welcomed the guests. Each guest, after offering their wishes to young Mirac—often accompanied by a wrapped gift—would bow respectfully to him and the royal family. 'All… all of this… is for me?!' Mirac wondered, stammering inwardly as his eyes took in the towering pile of gifts accumulating near his throne and the expansive hall decorated for the celebration. In his previous, miserable life, Mirac—or rather, Vector—had never had a birthday party. For over 65 years, since his father's death, no one had ever cared to celebrate him. Not even at the orphanage! For Vector, there had never been cakes, wishes, or gifts: only loneliness and regrets. For this very reason, Vector felt a deep sense of gratitude and joy for this celebration. His new parents had taken care of every detail with love and dedication, filling the hall with joy and color. It was a luxury that VECTOR had never known and now, as Mirac, he savored it with a heart overflowing with emotions he had never felt before. 'Thank you…' Vector thought, addressing his new parents in his imagination with a voice trembling and full of emotion. 'I'll make sure to enjoy this night to the fullest!' With this new resolve pulsing in his heart, Mirac, like a true child, turned a wide smile to his parents standing on his left. "Aww… Look how adorable he is, Arthur!" exclaimed Ginevra, noticing her son's happy expression and giving her husband's shoulder a little tap in her excitement. "You're right, dear," replied Arthur, turning to her and then smiling affectionately at their child. "He seems quite happy," observed one of the three triplets, standing in line to the left, just after the King and Queen. 'Michelle?' Mirac guessed, still unable to distinguish his sisters precisely. Each time he tried, he always lacked concrete clues to support his guesses. "Can you blame him? After all, the first birthday is always the most important," explained another sister. 'Veronica!' his youthful instinct suggested this time. "True! Especially when it's for the 'Risen Prince!'" concluded the last, presumably Camil