章 1: Chapter 1 : The Forgotten Prince's Resolve
It's been nearly two years since I got reincarnated, and of all the places to end up, it had to be in a damn novel I only read for fun. Why out of the thousands of novels I've read, did it have to be Who Made a Princess? Everything in this novel revolves around Athanasia.
I sigh and glance at the maids who have taken care of me. Although I was abandoned and nobody outside this palace knows me, the maids and knights stay here because they were too afraid to abandon me due to my mother's family's chief knight, who has been with me since I arrived. Speaking of my mother, she was one of the concubines, but due to her status, she was able to have her own palace here. However, as I guessed and was told in the novel, every concubine was killed in the Ruby Palace, including my mother.
As for why I was allowed to be born, my mother did it in secret, and it was too late for Claude to do anything about it. He probably forgot about me after a year, until he killed my mother and the rest of the concubines after his wife died. This means Athanasia is around one year old. Anyway, I struggle to get up; walking in a two-year-old's body is so awkward.
"Eh? Did I grow?" I look behind and see Gramps, who picked me up.
"Hey, young man, where are you going?" he asks.
I look at him and manage to say, "Sword."
I can't say more than a few words; it's basically killing me. I've always been fascinated by swords, not just from the novels I used to read.
"No, no. What did we talk about? No swords until you're older," Gramps responds sternly.
I huff in response.
Gramps chuckles. "Come on, little one, don't be mad at me. How about we start training when you turn five? And when you're older, then swords, okay?"
Hearing this, I eagerly nod. I don't mind waiting three more years, as long as I get to use a sword. Seeing me so happy, Gramps says, "Now, let's go back to your room."
Three years have passed since that day with Gramps. Now, at the age of five, I am eagerly anticipating the promised sword training. Living within the confines of the palace, I've grown accustomed to the routines.
Today is a special day — my fifth birthday. Gramps, true to his word, has been preparing for this day with great enthusiasm. As the morning sun filters through the windows of my room, I hear a gentle knock on the door. It's Gramps, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Good morning, young master! Happy birthday!" he exclaims warmly, holding a small wooden box in his hands.
I sit up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Good morning, Gramps! Thank you!" I reply eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation.
Gramps approaches and sets the wooden box on the edge of my bed. "This is for you," he says with a smile. "Open it."
I carefully lift the lid, revealing a beautifully crafted wooden practice sword nestled inside. My eyes widen in awe as I gingerly lift it out of the box, feeling its weight in my small hands.
"Wow! Is this for me?" I ask, unable to contain my excitement.
Gramps nods proudly. "Yes, it's time to begin your training. But remember, this is just the beginning. Swords require discipline, respect, and patience. We'll start with the basics."
I roll my eyes, having heard him say this a thousand times now. "I know, Gramps. So, can we start training?" I ask, excitement bubbling within me.
Gramps smiles and claps his hands. "Not today. Today, we celebrate your birthday."
A group of maids enters, each holding new clothes and some with bath objects in their hands. "Oh no," I say, knowing exactly what will happen next. Every birthday, they throw a small party for me, and before it starts, they transform me into their doll. I mean, I always look great afterward, but I feel helpless. I sigh, and two maids take my hand, leading me towards the bath. I glance back at Gramps with puppy eyes, hoping for a reprieve. Gramps gives me a thumbs up, signaling that I should go along with the festivities for now.
Two hours later, I look into the mirror, admiring the black suit they've dressed me in. My emerald red eyes reflect back at me, and I must admit, I look good. Although Claude fails as a father, his genetics are something else. But I guess that's true for everyone born into the De Alger Obelia family—they're all damn good looking.
Gramps enters the room and leads me out, announcing, "Here is our young master, Prince Michael De Alger Obelia." The maids, dressed in their normal clothes, applaud. Although this is just a small party with only twenty maids and three knights present—appointed before Claude killed all the concubines—the atmosphere is still warm and welcoming.
When I was two, I worried that the maids and knights would hate me because Gramps stopped them from leaving when the money from the main palace stopped coming. However, I overheard the maids talking and discovered that Gramps had been paying them out of his own pocket. It turns out that when you've been the chief knight of a big family for almost your entire life, you get very rich—filthy rich, in fact.
Anyway, the maids, one after another, began to congratulate me for my birthday, even though almost half of them were the ones making me ready for this celebration. I must say, being the forgotten and abandoned prince isn't so bad. No wonder Athanasia wanted to remain forgotten and abandoned. But I still wonder if Claude even knows that I am alive. After he used black magic to erase his memories of his wife, maybe he forgot about me too. Well, I don't care so much anyway.
And so went the day, eating cake and receiving little presents from the maids and knights.
Right now, I'm in bed. Tomorrow, the training starts. Although many would say magic would beat swords—and in this world, it's true that swords are inferior—that's why I plan to become a magic swordsman. I don't think they exist here, at least from what I've read in the novels. I close my eyes to sleep because I can imagine that the training will be very hard.
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