Being a baby is absolutely boring.
Drinking milk and sleeping , not to mention the embarrassing point of soiling myself and having someone clean me up. I can't help but feel mortified everytime it happens.
It has now been two months since my arrival to this world, from the maids chatter it seems my mother is not faring well. Although I haven't met her for the last month, she seems to be a beloved master. All the maids keep praising her wit and beauty. Which is a feat in itself , if you ask me, as having all employees agree to one thing is bordering on mind magic. I digress, mother seen to have sustained a shock when father didn't come to attend the birth, as per noble tradition and had along with the excruciating long birth she is now bed bound and drifting on and off sleep.
On the other note, I had put all my free time -which is too much- into feeling g magic, as I remember reading a novel before that highlights magic sensitivity is built up from young, and since I had lived in a world without magic I figured it should be easy, But boy was I wrong. I had made little progress , I can now feel the magic around me, bit I can't do anything more than that. It's heartbreaking to be able to see the little orbs of magic floating around aimlessly, but being unable to touch or move them.
On another note, my father is said to be arriving today, but the general vibes of the house is tense. I can't blame them, as that waste of space is bringing back his mistress to what could possible be his wife's deathbed.
A while later, the door to my room opens up, and a tall white haired, with red eyes , immaculately dressed man walks in. He was dressed in a blue Knight uniform , and even though it pains me to admit, he has a good face attached to his rotten insides. Really how can visuals be this misleading.
You guessed it, this is my bio-donor . At least he came alone, is what I initially thought, but as soon as he picked me up I was able to see that women behind him. She had a pink hair, and Hazel eyes, and looked as meek as an otome game protagonist. My bio-donor didn't even bother to pretend to be happy to see me, his heir, as he handed me over to the mistress. "Looks like that woman did her job properly, now I don't need to even see her my love. I have fulfilled my role as a duke and sired an heir so the elders will now leave us alone. Here hold him, he will have to call you mother soon.". Those words of the scumbag face me a sense of dread, how cam he be so sure I would call this toad a mother, unless he made sure my mother will be out of the picture.
That woman giggled as she held me and answered him " but sweet pie, you know to hold back , right? You don't want to end up as a widow and have the elders force you to take another wife. We would need to do this all over again".
As this toad of a woman was talking, I noticed the orbs of magic started to separate in the air, dark almost black orbs now surrounded her as she started uttering some words under her breath. I knew this was dangerous, those magic orbs were bad news but I had no one next to me to defend me. I did what every frightened baby would do, CRY. Oh I would like to believe my shrill screams got these two scumbags, as even the magic orbs that were gravitating towards this woman started to look like they were free from her control.
The head maiden came running to the room , and found me flailing and crying while that woman looked incredulous. She grabbed me from her and started soothing me, while also glaring at the adulterous pair. " Duke, I beg your pardon for the intrusion, but the young master never cried like this since he was born. Can you please explain what happened here."
The two of them didn't know what to say, the duke didn't see anything wrong and the mistress can't really sat that she was on the verge of using dark magic to curse the young master now, can she? . So she did what she usually did best, she also started crying. " sweet pie, I really don't know what's wrong, I just held him . Even babies are bullying me now " .
Now to a sane person, this would be stupid and they would likely say even brain dead. But don't worry, like rescuing a damsel in distress the duke glares at the head maiden and myself and started accusing me of bullying his lover. Can you believe it? ME!! a 2 month old baby bullying a full grown adult, oh wait until the maids here about this , they will have a field day with the gossip.
Anyway , I digress again, after the duke ended his bit of intelligible gibberish the head maiden stoically and coolly ignored all their words and said " forget about that, I feel like I am loosing intelligence when talking to the pair of you. Have you made up your mind about a name for the young master? Poor him being nameless for 2 months"
I can say with absolute discretion that he forgot. He had the look of a deer in headlights when he heard the question. He looked towards the mistress who had her eyes glowing like a kid in candy store. She almost immediately jumped at the opportunity: " how about Ramon? It sounds Regal" . Both the headmaid and the duke were aghast, as that name would have all of the family exterminated. It's a name only permitted to royalty. All the other naming choices given by this woman was like that, as if killing all generations of this family wasn't enough , she kept giving suggestions that were shot down by the headmaid. Apparently the names held significantly more weight in this world than our previous one. The more it was in tune with magic the more a person's magical abilities were.
After half an hour of back and forth, the head maid looked wary and said" The duchess had already picked a name, can you please sign the certificate if you agree. She would like to call the young master Ren" . The mistress was very astonished, as this is not by any means a magical name. It might even mean I have no connection with magic for life , but she was happy for whatever brain bug she believed had mother pick this name and convinced the duke it was a good name, which is why he finally signed the certificate.
Now I finally have a name Ren Ainsteir Challice , Heir to the duke of Challice.
The headmaid will later explain that Ren means benevolence and Ainsteir was the name of the eldest dragon , bestowed on to my other by her mentor and she bestowed it to me. A fact that none of these two scumbags know.