After losing consciousness from exhausting all my mana during my first lightning cast, I woke up to the silence of the nursery.
A dull pain spread from my heart throughout my entire body—
the consequence of a newly formed mana core being completely drained.
But then, a notification flickered in my mind:
—Talent: Infinite Law activated. Total mana increased by 0.125%—
A number so small it was almost laughable.
But to me… it was the only ray of hope to survive in this world filled with monsters.
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"…Wait a second."
"I just shouted in Japanese earlier."
"I haven't even learned the language of this world yet… so how did I successfully cast a basic lightning spell?"
"…Could it be that for magic—or even mana in general—language doesn't matter?"
"…Still, I need to learn the language to communicate."
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This world has four main languages:
Human Tongue, Demi-Human Tongue, Divine Language, and Demonic Language.
In addition, Human Tongue has an advanced form called Ancient Speech,
while Demi-Human Tongue has Draconic.
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"For me, Human and Demi-Human languages must be learned before the age of five—the peak period of cognitive development."
"Most demi-humans maintain some level of connection with humans. I'll have to interact with them frequently."
"After that… Demonic Language is probably what I need before enrolling in Sylvania—the top academy of the Holy Nation of Leonhart—at age fifteen."
"As for advanced languages like Divine, Draconic, and Ancient Speech… I'll just learn a translation-type skill later."
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"Of course… with my current mana, I can't afford to waste it just because I lack basic communication skills."
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Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed.
"…Wait, hasn't Elysia left yet…?"
"—kwdewoeiarjw—"
A maid entered, her green hair strikingly noticeable, holding a bottle of mana milk in one hand.
"…That green hair feels oddly familiar… hmm."
"Well, no point overthinking it."
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I waved my tiny hands and happily drank the mana milk she fed me.
"This maid is really attentive… is this what being a noble feels like?"
"…Not bad."
"From now on… I'll start over here."
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"In my previous life, I became an orphan at six after an incident I can't even clearly remember."
"To be honest… I didn't feel much back then."
"I just played games and made money through them."
"It was barely enough to survive."
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"The only thing I truly cared about… was conquering games."
"Especially this one."
"Whenever I felt a bit lonely… I buried myself in it."
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"Taylor… isn't that different from me."
"Just an orphan kid in a village."
"But he carries a grand mission—
a chosen one blessed by the gods, walking the path of justice."
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"…Still."
"Being a young noble… doesn't feel so bad."
"These unfamiliar feelings of being cared for…"
"…I don't hate it."
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With that thought, my determination to start over grew even stronger.
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Seven days later…
I felt terrible.
After repeatedly exhausting my mana by casting lightning, my body was truly worn out.
Even the maid noticed.
I drank less milk, slept excessively, and looked like I had a fever.
"That's definitely not the face of a baby sleeping peacefully…"
"Just two days ago, she even thought I had some incurable disease and took me to several skilled doctors—but nothing was found."
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"Still…"
"Even if I can't see it clearly, I can feel that I'm getting better after draining my mana about seven times since birth."
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The important thing… is to grow strong enough before the age of fourteen.
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"Speaking of the event at fourteen…"
"I immediately think of the protagonist—Taylor."
"He has a battle against one of the Seven Calamities."
"A blood demon wolf named Tyrant."
"One of the stronger ones—appearing only to fight individuals who possess the sword talent: Iron-Blood Sword."
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"If I can help him during that event…"
"I might be able to build a connection with the protagonist—and guide the story toward a better ending."
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"After all…"
"He's basically like my own child."
"Someone I've raised and accompanied for ten years."
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"…But it won't be easy."
"Even after ten years since release, no one has fully completed this game."
"In fact, out of ten chapters… players have only cleared up to Chapter 4."
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"But if I follow the route I played…"
"Maybe Chapter 5…"
"…No—maybe the entire game can be cleared."
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"…Wait."
"If I'm here now…"
"…what will happen to Taylor?"
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"If he has his own will…"
"There's no guarantee he'll follow the route I only managed to clear once in my life."
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"There is one thing I did better than anyone else in that route—"
"Defeating Tyrant."
"A monster that cannot be soloed."
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"At that time, I had a connection with the Ruvia family…"
"More precisely—with Eleanor, the eldest daughter of that rising tycoon family."
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"Though currently the weakest among the Four Great Families…"
"They will become extremely important in the future."
"And they're also the family that gets manipulated by the Seventh Demon Duke—Momon."
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"…But that's still far in the future."
"Right now, Eleanor is a crucial piece—
the main support for Taylor in the battle against Tyrant."
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"To make that happen…"
"Taylor must rescue Eleanor at the age of twelve."
"Only then can he build a relationship with her."
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"Everything that happens after saving Eleanor…"
"…changes drastically."
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"…Haah."
"What's going to happen now…?"
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"But with the body of a one-week-old baby…"
"Even if I try to find Taylor now, it'd be like searching for a needle in a haystack."
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"…Looks like there's nothing I can do."
"Other than keep training."
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And with that thought—
I continued my training.
Nearly a year has passed, and I've gradually adapted to the basics of life in this world.
In truth, my daily routine is rather simple.
I usually wake up around 6 a.m. and drink the mana potion Sitri brings me.
Sitri always takes such devoted care of me—honestly, you could say she's my mother in this world.
I wonder where my real mother in this world is.
In fact, I haven't even seen her—or my father—for an entire year.
Even when I played this game through Taylor's perspective, I truly knew nothing about the lady of House Velton.
Cyan's gaze drifted toward Sitri as his thoughts deepened.
But a girl this small… she's probably only about six years old.
And yet, she's been assigned as the personal maid to the third son of a grand ducal family?
She must belong to some prominent lineage… and yet, I can't remember who she is.
Sitri likely has no direct connection to the main events of Chapter 1.
About three months ago, I was quite surprised at how quickly I learned to walk.
Children in this world probably develop far faster than those on Earth.
I was even able to climb out of my cradle with ease. Back then, I thought learning the human language of this world would be simple.
Filled with confidence and momentum, I marched toward the bookshelf in my room.
But there was something I hadn't anticipated.
Staring at the books lining the shelf, Cyan's face went pale as chaotic thoughts flooded his mind.
"iiwgwvwjwysghwiq"
His eyes shifted toward the shelf.
"jaiwuwvqjqigwhwjq"
"What was I even thinking… finding a book I can read is impossible in the first place."
"I can't understand a single word written on these covers."
And yet, as if she had somehow heard my thoughts, from that day onward, Sitri began reading me fairy tales and children's stories.
The way she read—telling stories while acting them out, pointing carefully at each line—she was no different from a modern-day teacher.
"Sitri would definitely be a top-tier lecturer in my world."
At first, I couldn't understand a thing. But after just a few short months, I could already listen, read, and grasp simple meanings.
In Cyan's imagination, Sitri appeared with radiant angelic wings, bathed in golden light like a divine being.
"She's definitely an angel of language."
"Thanks to Sitri's dedication, I even managed to find books on both the human language and demi-human language on the shelves."
"The learning ability of children is truly terrifying… if this were before, I'd be lucky to understand even a few basic words."
"Because of that, studying has become much smoother. Whenever I don't understand something, I just take advantage of this child's body and cry to Sitri."
"With all of that, learning has become far easier… I need to work even harder."
Thinking that, Cyan quickly drifted off to sleep.
Beside the cradle, Sitri leaned quietly, her expression tinged with sorrow as she softly spoke—
"Good night, young master."