(A/N: I know there's a lot of talk in this, but please don't ditch ;-; I promise in the next chapter, the romance will scale up 1000% hehe~)

"Sleep well, Young Master." Eliad soon left with heavy steps. He seemed quite resistant to leaving, for whatever reason.

"Have a good rest." I replied curtly and layed down on the soft bedding.

Watching the door slowly close, I felt as if he and I had somehow grown closer. While this was quite worrying, as I knew that in the game, he was firmly reserved for Aileen, I supposed it was only natural for humans to bond after time together.

Two weeks until the predicted assassination.

I had been training.

My soul—or, how I viewed this world now—had greatly changed after recovering my supposed past life's memories. A more enlightened viewpoint, more open, more aware.

There were few people with magic. All bodies were able to draw mana, the power which was used to fuel the phenomenon of magic. However, the ability to release it in a certain way, and the ability to manipulate a certain element by feeding power into its core to create magic, was something that was exceedingly rare. It required not only a proper understanding of magic, but also innate prowess.

The few people with innate prowess were able to 'awaken' as soon as they gained a suitable amount of experience that allowed their soul to ripen. And my soul, which was force fed seventeen extra years of experience in the span of a mere few days, had ripened far enough.

A normal magic user was able to awaken at around the ages of 14-16. The heroine, Aileen, had awakened at the young age of ten through pure, unadulterated talent.

I had awakened at the age of five.

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I layed on the bed for several hours, waiting until the mansion was pitch quiet. My eyes snapped open and I sat up.

The warmth enveloped my being as I summoned a small fire on the palm of my left hand. I could feel the mana in my body being carefully fed to tend to the beautiful blue flame. Clenching my hand, I could feel the flame work into my skin. My left arm slowly glowed a light shade of red. Grabbing the thick tome from under my pillow, I carefully slid out of the bed.

There were many guards lining the gates of the Xenith main estate. It was tremendously difficult to infiltrate without skill and a significant backing from high-ranked people. Additionally, Xenith was a family with massive control over markets, trends, and part of the economy, there was not much incentive to even try. Thus, while there was still an exceptional amount of protection inside the mansion, there was still relatively few.

It was safe to say I was free to roam as long as I didn't make much noise. Even if I did get caught, it was quite easy to make an excuse with the pass of 'prized toddler of the family'.

The main ballroom, located at the very top of the eastern tower. A smooth marble floor, high white stone walls, a large open area to work with, and curtains drawn to let no light escape.

The perfect place to practice.

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The flame gently flowed through my blood, running and running through my body until it flew out and became a large spherical blaze in front of me. Its fervent heat made my stomach flutter. That came out of me, I thought.

I flicked my hand and the flame instantaneously vanished, leaving only a light warmth. Crouching down, I flipped open the slightly worn yellow-brown pages. On the paper, positioned in the center, there was a printed image of a simply crafted magic circle. Around the illustration were scaled-down expositions of individual pieces and parts from the circle.

I studied the intricacies of the lines, the slight curves in each symbol, the inscription dotting each outer ring, until I had grasp of the simply configured magic circle.

I stretched my hand out.

"Enlight." I whispered. The murmur seemed to echo across the ballroom. I could feel streams of power shifting, as if it was restless and was agitated. I funneled the quaking mana into my hand, outstretched and open-palmed.

Orbs of bright blue light began to slip out of my fingertips, floating and gliding around the air, like idle will o' wisps waiting for prey to bait.

They spread, all around the ballroom, giving the air a mysterious and obscure quality. I reached out to them, beckoning them back to their master, bringing them back to the center of their universe. And in an instant, they all dispersed, leaving not a trace, as if they weren't there to begin with.

It was dawn by the time I decided to end training.

I quietly skulked back to my room at dawn, hauling the dense tome back with me with my feeble five year old body. I heaved my heavy, mana exhausting self onto the bed and tucked myself in haphazardly. Fumbling around, I groped to find the nightstand next to the bed. I neatly put the thick book away behind the drawer and, at last, allowed my heavy eyelids to close.

How troublesome... I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

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"Young Master..." I woke up to the sound of Eliad's voice. I could feel his lips graze my ear as he whispered faint nothings to me.

As I started to become conscious again after a long night of training, I felt a body wrapped warmly around my own. My legs were gently placed on his while his arms encircled my waist tenderly. His hand lightly stroked my head, giving me a soothing feeling.

Isn't it morning? I mused. This is an awfully counterintuitive way to try and wake-

My thoughts were abruptly cut short as soon as I felt his head moving downwards, down to my neck. I felt his breathing become heavier. I could feel his arm go from lying on my waist serenely to crawling up and clutching my clothes roughly.

I was sincerely confused.

I shifted and started to stretch. Eliad hurriedly jumped off the bed, for some reason, immediately stopping whatever he had done before.

"Good morning, Eliad." I grumbled, trying to break the strange atmosphere.

In a rather gruff voice, he answered, "G-good morning, Young Master."

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I stood up with visible dark eyebags sagging underneath my eyes, a dull complexion, and a weary countenance. When he asked politely why I was so exhausted, I simply lied and stated that I heard the sound of a crow's call and was shivering in fright for quite a while.

Why? I wanted to give myself options.

That was also why I still haven't told my parents, or let alone Aileen, the heroine of the world, about what might happen.

Two weeks until the predicted assassination.

Six weeks since I had regained my past memories.

I knew that even though I had the memories of the five year old Remis as well, who was completely familiar and adapted to this world, there would still be cracks in my view. Leaving myself in the persona of a young, innocent toddler who had the mind of a potato was the safest way to prepare for any ramifications those cracks may have.

Meaning, revealing myself as the youngest magic user to awaken, revealing how I have used the information gathered during my playtime to infer a potential assassination that may be staged by Ramond, and revealing how I've been stealing mage's tomes from the family library during midnight to prepare a prospective assassin was not something I was intending to do. In the slightest.

This approach may be considered self-regarding, however, I believed it was the most firm course of action that had the least amount of holes. And frankly, who would believe a potato-minded five year old's blabber about conspiracy theories anyway?

"Young Master, are you sure you will no longer require me to change you?" He inquired once more.

"Yes, is there a problem?" I responded.

"...there's no problem. Well, I'll excuse myself then."

Is it just me, or did he sound sad? I watched his receding figure with confusion in my heart.

(A/N: New harem members next chapter! Hope you all are looking forward to it!)