Throughout the universe, it was a known fact that Mythical Bloodlines were the topmost desire for any half-blood descendants.
In fact, for a human to have any drop of bloodline legacy would have actually been considered special already.
The people of Ouroboros understood this fact through the ten millennia of war between those who possessed the blood of the Serpent and those who didn't. At the end a thousand years ago, the 1% minority of the bloodline race was the one who won the war and became the ruler of the planet.
Since then, every citizen who had even a seemingly insignificant rank 1 bloodline would be considered an upper-class citizen, a title that allowed one to receive special training and education.
Those who possessed the so-called regular bloodline, which was rank 1 to rank 3, took 90% of the entire population of the half-blood. Rank 4 and rank 5 respectively took 9% and 0.9% of the total population, while rank 6 boasted a miniscule number of 0.09%.
This left the Mythical bloodline who, by statistic, only appeared and born in about one every 10.000 half-blood people.
There weren't even a million half-bloods born in Ouroboros every generation, which meant that a Mythical bloodline was something that would, statistically, only be found once every few years.
Therefore, it was no wonder that the possessors of Mythical bloodlines were considered royalty among all the half-bloods, not just in Ouroboros, but in all the universe.
This data was related to a figure like Heorgar, a rank 7 Demon Wolf, who was quickly sought for by the White Fang Clan. Thanks to the blessing and potential he boasted, he was personally taught by the Patriarch as well as Chief Beowulf to become a great warrior of the clan.
The current Emery was basically in an even higher spotlight, being a rank 8 which was even rarer.
Now that he had successfully advanced his bloodline to rank 8, his existence was essentially an invaluable treasure that suddenly arrived on the Oroboros' doorstep, literally.
Emery stepped in and was surprised by the large entourage waiting for him.
He was escorted into the great hall of the palace, where even more high peak magus could be seen filling and guarding the place. Duke Syre was also present, standing next to the Queen, who surprisingly seemed to have been waiting for him.
Emery continued to his steps and calmly approached the throne with the two siblings Silva and Vizla on each of his side. As they got closer to the figure sitting on the throne, he could somehow sense the white-haired girl feeling anxious.
When he arrived and stood in front of the queen, Emery bowed to her respectfully before saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Even though he had seen her friendly character before, the figure in front of Emery at this time still felt very overwhelming to him. So much that he couldn't help but bow his body slightly more.
"Congratulations, Emery, for achieving rank 8," said the Oroboros Queen calmly.
Emery respectfully bowed again in response. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Duke Syre proceeded to give the queen a small cube, which the black-haired beauty seemed to be looking at with great interest.
"Emery, it has come to my knowledge that other than the Apothecary Institute of Magus Academy and a member of the White Fang Clan, you are not affiliated in any faction. Is this true?"
Based on the reason he was summoned here, Emery expected what the queen was looking at just now was probably a compilation of his detailed information. Therefore, he calmly nodded his head. "That's correct, Your Majesty."
"That's good," the queen said in a rather jovial tone. "That's very good."
She looked at Emery and said, "Emery, the reason I summoned you here is to offer you the title of Ouroboros Morning Star, which is the highest title possible for those outside the lineage of our Serpent Bloodline."
Emery didn't expect such a sudden offer. The queen, however, was still not done yet.
"You will be supported with the best facility and resources the Ouroboros can offer: artifacts, potions, gene serum, rare ingredients, and more. Just like part of the Ouroboros royalty. Apart from that, you will also be given two grand magus who would teach and put you under their tutelage."
Emery saw the queen's eyes and knew everything she had just said was serious.
"Those are my offer to you, the price for pledging yourself to us - the Ouroboros."
Emery was silent. Rather, he was too stunned to speak.
All of a sudden, he thought of his past: how 4 years ago he was just a simple boy from the lowest ranked noble in Briton, one of the islands in a small remote planet of the universe called Earth. Being offered with such a fantastic, mind-blowing privilege naturally stirred his heart.
Unfortunately, Emery already had a definite answer to the offer and it was not a pleasant one. The reason he was silent was because he was afraid he would offend the other party. Still, he had to give his answer.
Therefore, Emery bowed as low as he could and said, "I am very very grateful for the amazing offer and for thinking so highly of me, Your Majesty. Unfortunately, I still have unfinished business at home that I need to settle before I can make this kind of decision."
Emery added, "I hope Your Majesty would be willing to give me some time to consider."
After speaking in the most courteous way he could, Emery slowly raised his head and could see the expression on the queen's face was far from good. The queen had a faint wicked smile on her face. A formless pressure began to weigh on his mental defense.
Emery gave his best to endure the pressure as the queen spoke.
"Haven't we been good hosts to you, Emery?"
"Y-yes, Your Majesty... You have been an excellent host to me."
"And… isn't it true that you managed to achieve your advancement because of our clan's kindness and hard work?"
"Yes… Your Majesty. And for that, I will forever be grateful and indebted."
Hearing this, the queen's expression turned even more cold.
"I don't want you to be indebted, Emery. I want you to be committed to the clan, and I won't accept no for an answer."
The queen looked him straight in the eye. Emery could clearly feel the chill radiating from her gaze that honestly scared him. He was pressured, both mentally and physically, however, Emery stood firm on his stance and said what was on his mind truthfully.
"No, Your Majesty. I'm sorry, but I really can't. Not for the moment."
The queen stood up from her throne as her voice boomed through the air.
"Are you're making fun of our kindness!"