-1 week later-
Today was the day of the commemoration and the first day I was going out. My parents had deemed me grown enough to at least go out with them. They also wanted to instill the memories of my grandpa starting young, so I might remember him when I grew up.
My parents had dressed up in all black and now they were dressing me up as well. Since I had come to this world, I had only ever been dressed in a diaper and either tied up in a blanket or wearing a onesie, the typical baby clothes.
My mother put a pair of small black pants on me, then a small button-up black shirt with only 4 buttons and on top of that a black vest. My mother also then put black socks on me, along with some slip-on black loafers. It felt awkward being dressed by someone that I had only recently come to know, but I quickly got used to it. It reminded me of the first time my aunt had helped me get dressed as a child when my mom was busy.
I had needed to get used to a lot of things living as a baby. The hardest by far was the diaper. I had no control over my body functions and could only cry out when this body soiled itself. I couldn't do anything about it however, so I was forced to accept it.
After I was dressed, my mom picked me up and we got moving. This was my first time out in weeks and I was super excited! We went downstairs and I saw the house again for the first time since my initial tour. The house was exactly as I remembered. That was one of the perks of this body, I could remember everything I had experienced in amazing detail.
We walked through the courtyard and joined my father and grandmother at the manor's front door. As the doors opened, my eyes glanced around in wonder. It was midday and the sky was clear. There was a carriage in front of the door pulled by massive wolves double the size of regular ones back on Earth.
From what I could see, the "driveway" of the house was a huge loop surrounding a fountain centerpiece and a well-maintained hedge garden. The front of the loop was around 5 meters away from the front of the house being separated by a neat ceramic walkway.
We went into the carriage and I sat on my mother's lap. I looked out the wind facing away from the manor and noticed that the estate sat on the top of a valley, overlooking the town below. The town was the classic town I expected from a setting in the Middle Ages.
The houses were small and were at most 3 levels tall with most being around 2 or 1 level. The town had an open layout and the only guards were at the entrance of the valley where there was a checkpoint of sorts. The town was towards the back of the valley, backed up against the mountains. This valley looked to have only one entrance and on the other side were mountains, which the manor I lived in was on.
The carriage took a winding path down the mountain, or hill would be a more accurate term. The manor wasn't at the top of the valley, but more like halfway up on a hill that merged with the mountain.
Eventually, we made our way down the town and into the town center where there was an Arch. This arch was filled with black making it look like a portal or a doorway somewhere. My father stepped out of the carriage and talked with the man who seemed to be in charge. I enhanced my ears to be able to hear.
"So how much is it to go to Gildian?"
"98 gold sir, but for you it is absolutely free."
"Well then, another question, does the portal have any adverse effects on young children or newborns?" I knew it, it was a portal. It appeared this was how we would by going to the commemoration.
"No sir, the portal shouldn't have any adverse effects on unawakened people. The awakened might feel slightly ill and nauseous though." That wasn't good, I wasn't sure my body could handle the stress of the portal if it caused the awakened to be ill.
'No worries Alex, all you have to do is to stop taking in mana from the outside and cut off the mana connection while inside the portal. Awakened only get nauseous because they feel the twisting of mana in the portal.'
That was good to hear.
"Well thank you, and here is the payment." I heard my father say, but I couldn't see him as he and the other person had gotten out of view.
"No sir, I couldn't possibly accept this payment. You already do so much for this territory."
"Just think of it as an investment for future use of this portal alright. I also want to pay for anyone else who wants to go to Gildian for the ceremony. It's the least I could do."
Without even waiting for a response my father returned to the carriage and we set off into the portal. As Avery directed I cut off my mana connection and couldn't feel anything. Inside the portal, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything, but the next thing I knew, the carriage had appeared somewhere entirely new. It was a much bigger city than the one we had come from, and the buildings were much bigger and taller.
The city was what I imagined London or Amsterdam to look like in the old days. I didn't get to admire the city for long though. The carriage immediately set off again heading to the outskirts of the town. I didn't know where this town was situated, but it was entirely closed off with a gigantic wall that reached all around.
We went near the wall and started traveling to what appeared to be the parks and recreation section of the town. We had come from what I think is the market and now we were heading past some public parks and open space. This place made the most sense to hold the memorial.
After what seemed like around half an hour of traveling the carriage eventually stopped. My family started to get out and I was carried out the carriage by my father. Noah was wearing a fully black suit and looked like a modern businessman. My grandmother, Mary was wearing a full-length black gown with a black hat and veil. In this world, fashion was very different from what fashion was like in Earth's Middle Ages. I had never seen anyone wear the stuffy clothing that the rich wore in history.
The only clothes I saw at the manor were very light and modern. My father usually just wore a tunic and long pants, and my mother wore light dresses or gowns. It was the same with the maids and butler. They never wore the stuffy clothing portrayed in the media. Even when going out, I only saw people wearing nicer versions of whatever they wore normally.
The architecture in this world was old, but the fashion was modern.