tion in Belfiel passed faster than Murad could feel, unlike everything he had experienced before.
The time was not empty…
but filled to the point where it left no space for getting lost.
As the end of the break approached—
the factory site had completely changed.
The main structures were finished.
The first production lines had begun installation.
And the designs… had turned from drawings into real prototypes.
On a quiet morning…
Murad stood in the middle of the site, watching workers finishing the installation of one of the main sections.
Elias approached him:
"We wouldn't have reached this stage so quickly… without you here."
Murad didn't respond immediately.
He only said:
"Speed is not the goal."
He looked at the factory ahead.
"…continuity is."
But—
something else was approaching.
University. Florida.
On the night before his departure…
Murad sat alone on the balcony of the palace in Belfiel.
No files.
No reports.
Only… a quiet moment.
He looked at the city.
Then at the factory in the distance.
Then said to himself:
"This time… I am not starting from zero."
The next day—
he left Belfiel.
Not as someone leaving something behind…
but as someone leaving something… that continues without him.
Florida—
was the same as he had left it.
The university.
The corridors.
The sounds.
But—
Murad was no longer the same.
On his first day…
he entered campus calmly.
There was no sudden noise.
But the gazes… were there.
Some remembered him from the news.
Some had heard his name.
And some… simply felt a different presence.
But Murad—
did not stop.
He entered the lecture hall… and sat.
Simply.
Like any student.
After the lecture ended—
Aiden was the first to approach.
A faint smile:
"You finally came back."
Murad looked at him… then smiled:
"As you see."
Kai arrived moments later:
"Did you bring Belfiel with you… or did you leave it running without you?"
Murad:
"I left it… but not completely."
They exchanged a short look—
as if nothing had changed…
and everything had changed.
The first weeks of study passed…
with a different rhythm this time.
Murad was present.
Focused.
Participating.
Working.
At the same time—
he was following everything.
Daily reports from Belfiel.
Images of the factory.
Constant updates.
He no longer lived in one place…
but in two paths.
One day…
he was sitting with Aiden and Kai in the café.
Aiden said:
"You seem suspiciously calm."
Murad:
"Because everything… is going as it should."
Kai smiled slightly:
"That's the most dangerous statement a person can make."
Murad did not deny it.
But—
after about a month of studying…
something changed.
One morning—
Murad was in lecture.
His phone vibrated.
He looked at it.
A short message from Elias:
"Time has come."
He paused.
Opened the full message:
"The factory is ready for the first phase.
Everything is prepared for the official launch."
Silence.
He closed the phone slowly.
After the lecture ended—
he left immediately.
Aiden noticed:
"Something wrong?"
Murad:
"Yes."
Kai:
"Good… or bad?"
Murad looked at them…
then said:
"Time to return."
That evening—
he was in his temporary palace in Florida.
The bags were not many this time.
Because—
he was not going to start something new.
But to announce something… already begun.
Before leaving…
he stood in front of the mirror for a moment.
Looked at himself.
Then said quietly:
"This is not just a visit."
He paused.
"…this is a result."
The next day—
the plane took off.
Heading to Belfiel.
But this time—
Murad was not returning as a student on vacation.
Nor as a prince overseeing a project.
But—
as someone who would stand before everyone…
to open the door to a new phase.
And in a distant place…
inside the same city…
the lights were being prepared.
The stage was being built.
And the name—
"Murad Seler Luxury Car Factory"
was being installed… for the first time.
In the morning of that day…
Belfiel was not like any previous day.
The city—
had taken on a different character.
Clean streets.
Flags of the kingdom along the road to the factory.
And the attendance… was not ordinary.
In front of the main factory gate—
a long royal carpet stretched out.
Heavy security… but organized.
Guests arrived one after another:
political figures, investors, industry representatives…
and most importantly—
the press.
Cameras from national channels.
Others international.
Microphones with different logos.
Live broadcast.
The world… was watching.
"We are now in Belfiel…"
said one reporter.
"Where in moments one of the largest modern industrial projects will be inaugurated,
under the direct supervision of Crown Prince Murad of the Kingdom of Dawn…"
Inside—
everything was ready.
The platform.
The giant screen.
And the black curtain…
hiding behind it—
the first model.
The sound of official cars announced his arrival.
They stopped.
The door opened.
Murad stepped out.
In his dark royal suit.
Steady steps.
But this time—
not just presence.
But the center of the event.
He walked on the royal carpet.
Cameras captured every angle.
Questions began—but he did not stop.
He simply nodded calmly.
He stood on the platform.
Silence.
Then he began:
"Belfiel… was never a complete city."
He paused.
"…but it was always a possible city."
The audience focused.
"Today… we do not announce just a factory."
He raised his gaze firmly:
"We announce the beginning… of a new identity."
Light applause began.
But he continued:
"An industry… that carries its name."
Then he gestured—
The curtain fell.
The car appeared.
Elegant design.
Bold… yet refined.
Precise details… reflecting luxury and prestige.
Silence for a second—
Then an explosion of cameras.
Flashes.
Applause.
Admiring whispers.
Reporters began:
"Unconventional design…"
"Luxury level competing with global brands…"
"A bold step from the Crown Prince…"
Murad stood watching for a moment.
He did not smile much.
But his eyes… said everything.
After the inauguration—
the day did not end.
It only began.
Inside the factory meeting hall—
the core team was gathered.
Elias.
Engineers.
Designers.
This time—
no press.
No cameras.
Only work.
Murad stood before them.
The screen behind him displayed the design again.
"What you saw today… is not the end."
He paused.
"…but the beginning."
He stepped forward.
"We are now under real pressure."
The team became more focused.
"The world… is watching."
Then clearly:
"And I place a challenge before you."
Silence.
"I want the first full production group…
within four months."
A slight shock appeared on some faces.
Elias said carefully:
"Your Highness… this requires—"
Murad interrupted calmly:
"I know."
Then added:
"Before the university break."
Silence.
"We are not here to take our time…"
A steady gaze—
"…but to prove we deserve this place."
One second of silence—
Then Elias nodded.
"We will do it."
One engineer said:
"We will do it."
Then another.
Then—
a collective voice:
"We will do it."
Murad looked at them.
Then said calmly:
"Then… let's begin."
In the evening—
the factory lights were still on.
But Murad—
was heading to the airport.
Inside the plane…
he carried no heavy files.
No pressure as before.
Only—
calm.
He looked out the window.
Belfiel was fading away.
But this time—
he was not leaving it.
He was leaving it… working.
The next day—
he returned to Florida.
Entered the university…
as if he had never left.
Sat in the lecture hall.
Opened a notebook.
And wrote the first line:
"4 months."
He raised his head slightly.
Then… smiled faintly.
Because this time—
he was not only studying.
But… creating something waiting to be born.
The months passed as if they were a single moment.
Life returned to its natural rhythm… lectures, short meetings with Aiden and Kai, revision before exams, and long hours of quiet focus.
Murad was no longer someone escaping pressure… but someone controlling it.
In exam halls—
he was calm.
In result announcements—
he was steady.
And when the final list appeared…
the first name…
Murad Seler.
Whispers of admiration.
Gazes of respect.
But Murad did not linger.
Because this time…
there was a greater appointment waiting for him.
In Florida—
The event was not just an announcement.
It was… a royal showcase.
Days earlier, preparations had begun at the new Royal Exhibition Palace—
a massive hall built specifically for this event.
Its ceiling was made of crystal glass, reflecting sunlight during the day and golden chandelier lights at night.
The floor was pure white marble, crossed with golden lines carrying the royal family emblem.
Outside—
black luxury cars lined up one after another.
Royal delegations.
Wealthy families.
Diplomatic figures from different countries.
And most importantly—
the press.
Cameras from all over the world.
News networks broadcasting live.
Lenses capturing every angle… every movement… every detail.
"A historic event in royal industry…"
"The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Dawn launches his personal project…"
"Are we witnessing the birth of a new global luxury brand?"
Inside the hall—
the lights dimmed gradually.
Then—
the main doors opened.
Murad entered.
In a custom-made black royal suit, minimal in design… but carrying an undeniable presence.
His steps were steady.
His gaze calm… but sharp enough to silence the entire hall.
He walked to the stage.
Stopped.
Looked at the audience.
Then said in a clear, balanced voice:
"Thank you to everyone who attended today…
and I hope what you will see… is worth your presence."
A pause.
Then—
a faint smile.
"…and more."
The lights went out completely.
A moment of darkness.
Then—
a single spotlight fell on the stage.
A massive black curtain slowly rose…
revealing the first car.
A design… beyond luxury.
Sharp yet flowing lines at the same time.
Its deep black surface reflected light like a dark mirror.
A small golden emblem carrying Murad's signature— engraved with precision.
Then a second car…
then a third…
each with a different design—
but the same spirit:
Uniqueness.
Power.
Prestige.
The hall was no longer silent.
Whispers of amazement.
Exploding cameras.
Soft voices saying:
"This is not ordinary."
"These are not cars… these are works of art."
Light returned to Murad.
He raised his hand slightly—
and the hall quieted.
Then he said:
"From the beginning… my goal was not to make cars for everyone."
He paused.
"…but to create something… not easily given."
The audience focused more.
"We target in our designs… bourgeois and royal families."
Then added calmly:
"Not only in appearance…
but in experience… in detail… in the feeling these cars deliver."
He stepped forward.
"But… there is something more important."
Silence.
"…scarcity."
Soft murmurs began.
"Every model… will be extremely limited."
Eyes exchanged across the hall.
"These cars will not be available for direct purchase."
He paused.
"Anyone who wants a car carrying my signature…
must submit a formal request to one of our offices."
The hall froze.
"And each request will be studied…"
A steady gaze.
"…and only if it meets the conditions…
will it be approved."
One second of silence—
then—
an explosion of applause.
Sharp.
Strong.
Continuous.
One attendee said loudly:
"Brilliant…"
Another:
"He created scarcity… that's the secret."
And in the back rows—
one of the project workers stood suddenly.
Then said proudly:
"This is our Crown Prince!"
And suddenly—
others stood.
Then more.
Until the entire hall became one wave of applause and chanting:
"This is our Crown Prince!"
"This is our Crown Prince!"
Murad did not move much.
He simply stood there…
watching.
But this time—
his gaze was not cold.
It was calm…
and filled with something deeper.
Something that had never been there before.
In that moment—
he was not just a prince.
Nor just a top student.
Nor just someone who survived collapse.
He was…
someone redefining himself.
In front of the world.
And between all those lights…
and all that applause…
a brief moment passed in his eyes.
A memory.
A person.
A voice saying:
"It's over."
But this time…
Murad did not break.
He did not stop.
Instead… he looked forward—
as if everything that ended…
was only the beginning of something greater.