Sieghart Felmodeus Zegion.
He was previously known as John, had awoken in his new world.
He now lived as a eighteen-year-old boy and was born as the fourth son and fifth child of a noble family: the Zegion family.
Sieghart's mother, Elena Greenwald Zegion, was the second wife of Viscount Greldine Delkar Zegion, the father and head of the household. He ruled over three Viscounties, namely Falrynth, Bruvite, and Selmarc, in the Duchy of Goldcrest.
Due to his position as the fourth son of the family, Sieghart wasn't concerned about succession rights.
Seated comfortably on his bed, Sieghart's cobalt blue eyes shone like his mother's. Sieghart had pitch-black hair with white tufts of hair at the front and was 172 centimeters tall. His luxurious white silk sheets laid under him in his palatial room filled by well-furnished furniture. He stretched his arms, and before him appeared a translucent screen; which showed all his stats.
"Oh? This must be it.."
[Name] Sieghart Felmodeus Zegion [Age] 18 Y/O [Gender] Male [Class] Magic Knight [Race] Human
[Title] Fourth son, John Doe, Anomaly, Star Kingʼs Disciple, Truck-samaʼs victim, Reincarnator
[MP] 2,500/2,500 [STR] 80/80
[Skills] Inherent Skills — 「Intellect」 (Lv. 25), 「Potential」 (Lv. 35) | Unique Skills — 『Slime Sovereign』, 『Slime God's Shield — Gluttonia』 | Extra Skills — 「Slimekinensis」 (Lv. 15), 「Constellation King」 (Lv. 15), 「Enhanced Stamina」 (Lv. 3), 「Enhanced Vision」 (Lv. 7), 「Sword Arts」 (Lv. 40), 「Magic Aptitude」 (Lv. 40),「Posion Resistance」 (Lv. 20), 「Magic Disturb」 (Lv. 3), 「Enhanced Speed」 (Lv. 7), 「Enhanced Olfaction」 (Lv. 15), 「Polymorphication」 (Lv. 13), 「Elder Wisdom」 (Lv. 14), 「Good in Bed」 (Lv. 50), 「Star Alchemy」 (Lv. 30)
[Magic] Pyrus (Lv. 20), Ventus (Lv. 20), Aquos (Lv. 20), Terra (Lv. 20), Electro (Lv. 20), Stella (Lv. 20), Divinus (Lv. 20), Summoning (Lv. 35)
[Summons] Celestia, Keeper of the Stars (Lv. 35), Bell, the Black Slime (Lv. 15)
[Weapons] Hubris Star Kingʼs Staff — Avelnarogius (Lv. 30), Slime Rulerʼs Sword — Devouria (Lv. 20), Star Dress (Lv. 15)
Through this screen, Sieghart learned about his newfound abilities and skills.
"Good in bed...? Like I'd need that for anything..."
Meanwhile, his charming, cozy room and elaborate family background had him questioning whether he was fit to be part of such great nobility.
Sieghart thoroughly analyzed his status and took note of several intriguing things that piqued his interest.
So, in this new world, they use strange names to name their magic branches.
[Fire Magic] is referred to as [Pyrus],
[Water Magic] is [Aquos]
[Wind Magic] is [Ventus]
[Divinus] is um... yeah, [Holy Magic]...
I promptly recall reading about such things during my childhood, still there's a lot I don't know about this world.
Fortunately, I've already acquired several skills over the years, making me quite capable for my age.
Also... I'm a couple of years into adulthood, that's sixteen in this world right?
Still, my magic can use a little bit of work.
He scrolled through his status screen, a tad unimpressed. He picked up a bad habit through his childhood and that was an addiction to getting stronger.
In his opinion, he was far from strong.
I discovered that the maximum level for any magic, summon, or skill is Lv. 50 so I still have ways to go.
I have half the power of an Elder God, but my abilities can still be optimized by increasing my magic aptitude and potential.
I'd kill for a chance to be an Outer God...
Sieghart decided to summon one of his most powerful supports, Celestia, Keeper of the Stars.
"Now's a good a time as any to summon her.."
Raising his hand in anticipation, he invoked his summoning abilities.
"Summon."
Instantly, the room brightened up with an exuberant color of gold, and Sieghart's surroundings were enveloped by sparkling stars as he summoned Celestia.
A moment later, a beautiful goddess materialized in front of him, her long, flowing hair accented with shimmering stars that sparkled like diamonds.
"It's so good to see you, my Lord. How may I assist you today?" Celestia said, with a warm smile on her face.
Sieghart's eyes gleamed with excitement as he locked gazes with Celestia. "I want to fight," he exclaimed eagerly, straining to hold in his desire for battle.
"Calm down, dear. You need to behave yourself," advised Celestia with a gentle smile. "You're becoming quite the battle junkie."
Sieghart sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know, I know. I can't help it. I'm just itching for a good fight. Can't you find me a dungeon to raid or some monsters to slay?"
Celestia pondered for a moment before suggesting, "What about the Demon Forest? It's said to be a challenging place, full of dangerous creatures."
Sieghart stroked his chin thoughtfully and gave a nod of approval. "That could work. I'll give it a try."
Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in Celestia's eyes. "You know, if you want to level up and gain skill points, you could also consider... having sex with me."
Sieghart was about to respond when a loud knocking interrupted them. He quickly dispelled the summoning, causing Celestia to disappear, and called out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Celica," answered a timid voice from outside the door.
Sieghart beckoned for his maid to come in and greeted her with a nod. "Good day, Celica. How are you today?"
"I am well, Master Sieg," replied Celica with a curtsy. "Is there anything I can assist you with?"
Sieghart shook his head. "No, thank you. Just getting ready for battle. Do not disturb me unless there is an emergency."
Celica bowed her head slowly. "I am terribly sorry to interrupt, Master Sieghart," she said. "But your esteemed father requires you to prepare yourself for our visit to the Duke of Goldcrest."
Sieghart rubbed his scalp with confusion. "What do I have to do with it? Is the Duke expecting me to fight someone?"
Celica shook her head, stifling a chuckle. "No, Master. You have all been invited to the Duke's daughter's sixteenth birthday party. It is customary for everyone of noble status within the Duke's realm to attend."
Sieghart raised his eyebrows in realization. "Ah, I see. Four, eight, twelve and sixteen right? It's the coming-of-age thing, isn't it?"
Celica nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Master. The Duke wishes to strengthen their relationship with our family. Hence the invitation."
Sieghart let out a deep sigh. "So we're going to kiss their asses, huh? All while their spoiled brats watch?"
Celica's eyes widened in horror. "N-no, Master! That's not what I meant!"
Sieghart gave her a lazy wave. "It doesn't matter. I'll go get ready. Just lay out my clothes, would you?"
Celica bowed her head and reassured him, "As you wish, Master."
Sieghart walked towards the door, pausing to tease Celica. "Do you need to help me dress, Celica? You seem awfully eager to see me in my birthday suit."
Celica's face turned bright red as she squeaked, "N-no, Master! That won't be necessary!"
Sieghart snickered as he left the room. "I'm just kidding, Cel. Don't get so worked up."
After taking a refreshing shower and lathering himself with the finest soaps, Sieghart emerged from the bathroom feeling like a million gold coins. He absent-mindedly scanned his room, but couldn't find Celica. Perhaps she was off sulking somewhere, having been the butt of his previous joke. Shrugging off the thought, he strode over to his bed, and there they were - his clothes, waiting patiently for him.
He picked up the ensemble and inspected it with a discerning gaze, much like a jeweler inspecting a precious stone. The aristocratic clothes gleamed in the sunlight that filtered into the room.
A wry grin formed on his lips as he whispered to himself, "If only I could wear that to this party. Imagine the looks on their faces!" But alas, duty called and he couldn't afford to tarnish his family's reputation by flaunting such disregard for protocol.
With a resigned sigh, Sieghart slipped into the clothes, marveling at how regal they felt against his skin. The silken shirt hugged his torso snugly, while the fine trousers tapered perfectly to his legs. Even the waistcoat and jacket fit him like a cobbler-made glove.
As he stood before the mirror, admiring his dashing appearance, he couldn't resist a monologue to himself. "Ah, Sieghart my boy, you clean up nice. If only these stuffy aristocrats knew the truth - that under this facade lies a cheeky rogue who prefers to wear a cape over a coat any day."
Chuckling at his own musings, Sieghart exited his room, ready to face the day with his head held high and his clothes fitted even higher.