Okay.
Before anyone starts panicking, let explain.
You are probably thinking sothing like, what just happened, did we skip sothing, did I miss a few Chapters, why does this suddenly feel different.
Relax.
It has been five years.
Wait. Let say that again properly.
It has been five years.
Yeah. I know. That is a lot. But trust , if I try to explain everything day by day, we will be here forever, and honestly, most of it was not that exciting anyway.
So let start from the part that actually matters.
I am five years old now.
Physically, at least.
ntally, that is a whole different discussion, and I am not opening that can of worms right now.
You are probably also wondering what happened right after that celebration. The grand one. The food, the noise, the Emperor declaring things to the entire Salamander Continent like he was announcing the weather.
Funny thing is, the biggest realization of my second life did not happen during the celebration.
It happened the day after.
I rember it very clearly.
Not because it was dramatic, but because it was stupidly obvious once it clicked.
I was sitting in a quiet room, playing with sothing that was supposed to help babies develop hand coordination. I think it was a wooden block. Or maybe three wooden blocks. I do not rember exactly. What I do rember is staring at the pattern carved into it and thinking, "Why does this look familiar?"
And then I rembered "THE SALAMANDER CONTINENT."
That was when it hit .
The world I reincarnated into was the sa world as the novel I was reading before I died.
Yes. That one.
"Oh My Lovely Knight."
The romance novel with the tragic ending that annoyed so much I complained about it out loud right before getting struck by lightning through my phone.
That novel.
At first, I thought I was overthinking it. I an, fantasy worlds tend to blur together after you read enough of them. Magic. Empires. Knights. Mages. You could slap any na on it and call it a day.
But then I started noticing details.
Nas.
Places.
Terms.
The way magic was described.
The way aura users were treated differently from magicians.
The way people spoke about the future events like they were not important yet.
And that was when I realized sothing else.
I did not reincarnate into the tiline of the novel.
I reincarnated fifteen years before it starts.
Not twenty. I checked. Trust , I checked.
Fifteen years.
That ant the main characters of the novel were probably still children sowhere. Or not even born yet. The knight. The noble lady. The tragic romance. All of that was still waiting in the future, like a script that had not started playing.
You know the funny thing,
here I was.
A prince.
Five years old.
Already ssing with the rules.
One who never was even ntioned in the novel.
I am Aurelion Valerius Evergold, Crown Prince of the Evergold Empire.
The Greatest and Strongest Empire in this world.
Now, let rewind a little and explain what happened during these five years, because a lot did happen, even if it did not feel dramatic day to day.
First, magic.
Magic in this world is not learned the way gas or novels usually describe it. You do not just morize spells and throw fireballs because you feel like it.
Everything starts with sothing called a Mystic Heart.
Everyone in this world is born with one. So are better than others. So barely function. So people never awaken theirs properly and live normal lives.
The Mystic Heart is what allows you to sense mana. Control it. Store it.
For magicians, this heart develops sothing called circles.
One circle. Two circles. Three circles.
Each circle ans better control, more output, and more stability.
When soone reaches seven circles, they are called an Archmage.
That is not a casual title. It is rare. Historically rare.
The strongest mage in recorded history reached nine circles.
That is all I am going to say about that person for now.
You will hear that na later.
My mother, Selene, is a seven star mage.
A proper Archmage.
My uncle, Duke Lunaris, is an eight star mage.
Which already tells you how ridiculous my family situation is.
Now here is where things start getting strange.
I beca a three star mage before turning five.
Let repeat that in a less ridiculous way.
I beca a three star mage at the age of five.
Not six. Not ten. Not even close.
Five.
The youngest in the history of the Evergold Empire.
Possibly the continent, but they are still arguing about that part.
It was not because I trained like a maniac.
It was not because I pushed my body to the limit.
It just happened.
My Mystic Heart accepted mana like it was always ant to.
Circles ford cleanly. Smoothly. Without resistance.
Every ti a magician checked , the result was the sa.
Clear. Stable. No backlash.
And that was only half of the problem.
Because this world does not just have magicians.
It has aura users too.
Swordmasters. Knights. People who strengthen their bodies and weapons using aura instead of mana.
My father, Aurex, is one of them.
A high level one.
Aura works differently from magic, but for so reason, my body had no issue with that either.
Which brings to sothing important.
This world runs on two paths.
Magic.
Aura.
Most people choose one. So are talented in one. Almost nobody excels in both.
I did not choose.
My body just accepted both.
I realized this around the ti I started formal lessons.
Yes. Formal lessons. At five.
Do not look at like that. Royal life is weird.
I learned reading, writing, history, math, and basic mana control at the sa ti.
And sowhere in between learning how to write my na properly and being lectured about imperial etiquette, I noticed sothing.
Training did not feel heavy.
Mana did not resist .
Aura did not strain .
It felt like the world adjusted instead of forcing myself to adjust.
That realization scared the adults a lot more than it scared .
They tried to hide it. I could tell.
Lessons beca shorter. Reports beca vague. Evaluations beca "inconclusive."
They started saying things like "let us wait and see" and "no need to rush."
Which usually ans they had no idea what to do.
The only people who did not panic were my mother and my uncle.
Selene just smiled and told everyone to calm down.
Duke Lunaris laughed and said sothing about "strong blood."
My father watched quietly.
He never discouraged . He never pushed either.
Sotis I would catch him looking at with an expression I could not quite place.
Not disappointnt.
Not pride.
Sothing thoughtful.
Now, let talk about the novel again, because that matters.
The original story was a romance. A tragic one. Focused on a knight and a noble lady who t too late and died too early.
Their story was not about power. It was about choices.
I have no intention of interfering with it.
Not yet.
Because here is the thing.
I am not part of that story.
At least, I am not supposed to be.
This tiline exists before it. Long before it.
Which ans I have ti.
Ti to grow.
Ti to understand this world properly.
Ti to figure out what exactly I am supposed to be.
Because if there is one thing I learned over these five years, it is this.
Reincarnation does not automatically give you a role.
It just gives you a starting point.
And mine happened to be very high up.
That is all for now.
I will explain more later.
Right now, I have a lesson waiting for , and my tutor gets very annoying when I am late.
Also, apparently, I am not supposed to say "annoying" out loud.
Royal etiquette, rember.
[To be Continued]
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