The life of a noble is dull. For those who do not hold power, daily life consists of attending balls, horse racing, tea parties, hunting, and the like.
In my view, these are all meaningless activities. I have no intention of joining them once this body grows up.
While the lives of adult nobles are quite idle, it is the exact opposite for noble children; my life is packed with various lessons.
As I am about to turn five, my grandfather found a bunch of teachers to give me lessons.
There are those who teach me etiquette, reading, writing, arithmetic, dancing, and horseback riding. This is on top of the magic and Water God Style swordsmanship I am already studying.
My daily life is filled to the brim with various studies. I have no private space left at all.
Fortunately, I sat for the middle and high school entrance exams in my old home in my previous life, so this level of academic pressure is nothing. It simply cannot be compared to the devilish cram schools I attended during high school back then.
Moreover, I had already taught myself reading and writing since I was young, so there is no pressure at all. The teacher who teaches me reading and writing is named Stephen Hamilton, a knowledgeable old man. According to the butler, even the royal family invites him to teach the princes and princesses.
His knowledge is very vast, and he knows multiple languages. To prevent learning redundant knowledge, I asked him to teach me the Fighting God Language.
Teacher Stephen is very kind to young people who love to learn. He did not refuse my proposal. Furthermore, he was very surprised that I had already learned the Demon God Language and the Beast God Language.
Of course, the arithmetic class is very boring to listen to. The level of arithmetic in this world is too low. Using the mathematical knowledge I learned in elementary school, I could be a mathematician here.
armored dragon calendar 407 / November 11th of the Gregorian Calendar
Today is my 5th birthday. This world does not celebrate a child's birthday every year. People only celebrate for children on their 5th, 10th, and 15th birthdays. Once the 15th birthday is over, it means you have reached adulthood.
The birthday party was held very grandly, and many people came. Everyone wore all sorts of colorful formal wear. Although my memory is good, there were simply too many people. Before each guest entered, I would accompany my father at the door to welcome them and engage in brief pleasantries. I've heard adults praise how good-looking or energetic I am so many times that my ears have grown callouses.
Memorizing names is a truly painful process; it's either Baron So-and-So or Viscountess Something-or-Other. Not only do I have to remember their first and last names, but also their noble rank. This is truly a chore.