(A Field Trip)
"What kind of Emperor do you want to be, Your Highness?"
I vividly recall the question posed to me by Professor Owen.
It was a few months after my enrollment at the Royal Academy. How old was I then? Maybe 5 or 6.
To be honest, I don't have any recollection of my memories before entering the academy.
The earliest memory I can recall was me, standing in front of the huge gate of the Academy with slumped shoulders while looking at the ground gloomily. And I remember feeling sad. However, I don't recall why I was sad…
If I think about that now, I believe it was because my younger self realized that I was abandoned.
"Your Highness, please proceed with caution."
The knight, who escorted me to the grounds of the academy, spoke in a gentle tone.
"..."
Without replying, I just nodded my head and proceeded to the main office of the academy, followed by the knight.
Pitter-patter*
