The next morning, Adam lay nestled beneath a mound of plush blankets, the soft rays of dawn just beginning to filter through the tall windows of his new room. A gentle shake on his arm stirred him from sleep.
"Young master, it is time to get up," came the familiar, composed voice.
Adam groaned and blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light.
"Mmm... already?" he muttered, rubbing away the remnants of his dreams.
As his vision focused, he saw the ever-dignified Bradly standing beside him.
"Oh, Bradly, you're here," Adam said, sitting up quickly.
"Indeed I am, young master. Breakfast will be served in thirty minutes. I've drawn your bath and laid out a fresh set of clothes." Bradly gave a short, respectful bow.
Adam blinked, puzzled. "Wait... how did he even know where I was? And when did he get here?" he thought to himself.
"Bath already? Damn, Bradly's on top of everything," Adam mused inwardly, slightly impressed.
"Thanks, Bradly. I appreciate it. You can go now."
With another crisp bow, Bradly exited the room as silently as he had come.
Stretching with a long yawn, Adam tossed aside the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The cold floor sent a quick shiver up his spine.
"Man, I really need to make some slippers… Wait, magic crafting is actually a thing. I should find a book on that after breakfast," he thought, shuffling toward the bathroom.
Warm steam billowed out to greet him as he stepped inside, the scent of lavender and chamomile soothing his senses.
"A hot bath… finally. This is going to be amazing."
Shedding his clothes, Adam eased into the steaming water. The heat immediately began to work its magic, relaxing every inch of his body.
"I haven't had a bath this good since I came into this world. This feels like heaven."
Time slipped by. As the water slowly lost its heat, Adam sighed and reluctantly rose from the tub.
"Where's that towel… wait, what am I doing? I have magic."
He raised his hand.
"[Rank 1 Spell: Gust]"
A soft, controlled wind enveloped him, whisking away the water droplets clinging to his skin. Within seconds, he was dry.
"I love magic."
Spotting the clothes Bradly mentioned, neatly folded nearby on the floor, he gave an approving nod.
"These look pretty good."
He lifted the outfit, unfolding it carefully. The shirt was long-sleeved and white, made of a soft, silky material. The black leather pants looked both stylish and practical. Matching socks and simple underwear completed the ensemble.
Once dressed, Adam stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar and smoothing out any wrinkles.
"Damn, I can't get enough of this body. I'm only six years old and already look like a model."
His light blue eyes gleamed beneath his freshly trimmed buzz-cut blonde hair—a style he kept immaculate with magic. Even his jawline was beginning to show a chiseled definition far beyond his age.
After a moment more of self-admiration, he grinned and stepped back.
"Okay, enough staring. Time to eat."
Adam made his way through the hallways, his footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floors. As he neared the dining room, the aroma of warm bread and something sweet teased his nose.
"Please let there be pancakes," he murmured, his stomach growling in anticipation.
Inside the grand dining hall, Celest and Luka were already seated at the table, their posture relaxed, mid-conversation.
"How are they always here before me? Are they just insanely punctual, or am I always late?" Adam thought as he took his seat beside Celest.
Celest turned to him with a radiant smile. "How was your sleep, sweetie?"
Adam beamed. "It was the best sleep I've ever had."
"Glad to hear it," she said warmly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "So, what are your plans for today?"
Adam had already mapped it out in his mind.
"Well, after breakfast, I'll head to the library to study for a bit. Then after lunch, I'll hit the training grounds."
Celest's eyes sparkled. "Sounds like a perfect opportunity to do some magic practice with my son."
Adam grinned, a flicker of excitement passing through him as he thought about the day ahead. Everything felt like it was finally beginning to fall into place.
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After breakfast, Adam made his way toward the grand double doors of the mansion's library, anticipation buzzing in his chest like an uncontained spell waiting to be cast.
"What books should I look at first? I know I want to learn magic crafting and find more spells, but I also need to understand mana cores better," he muttered, voice low but eager. "Luka explained a little, but I still don't fully get it. He said it's basically an overpowered cheat, but I don't really see the difference between me and a normal mage. I still have to manipulate the spell correctly and chant the incantation, just like everyone else."
He paused at the towering oak doors, sunlight catching the polished brass filigree embedded in the grain. A sleek metallic square where the doorknob should have been shimmered faintly. As he hovered his hand over it, a soft chime rang out, and the heavy doors creaked open with the solemn groan of ancient hinges.
The library stretched before him, a cathedral of knowledge. Towering mahogany shelves loomed like silent sentinels, each packed with tomes, scrolls, and manuscripts of every shape and age. Dust motes swirled lazily through golden beams of morning light pouring from the arched windows. The scent of parchment, candle wax, and ancient wood mingled into a fragrance that only libraries like this possessed. Gilded chandeliers dangled above, their crystal pendants refracting sunlight into shards of color across the marble floor.
"Alright, let's see. I think I'll start by finding the magic crafting section," Adam said to himself, stepping inside with the reverence of someone entering a sacred space.
He wandered through the towering aisles, fingertips brushing against the spines of leather-bound volumes. Occasionally, he paused to read titles—Arcane History, Politics of the Western Isles, Noble Lineages of Frisia. Fascinating, but not what he needed.
He pulled out a black tome titled Spell Casting, frowned, and went to slide it back in—then hesitated.
"Wait—spell casting... I wasn't looking for it now, but I planned to eventually. Might as well keep it."
Marking the spot mentally, he tucked the book under his arm and continued the search with renewed focus.
Minutes stretched into an hour. Adam's arms now balanced a precarious stack of books: Spell Casting, Foundations of Kingdom Politics, Treatises on Mana Core Variance—but still nothing on magic crafting.
Frustrated, he let out a huff. "Alright, I give up. This is ridiculous. I've been searching for an hour and still can't find anything on magic crafting. I'll just go ask Bradly."
He returned briefly to his room, stacking the books on his nightstand with a groan of relief. Then, he set out again.
'Now where is Bradly?'
He wandered through the enormous halls, peeking into rooms, until he stumbled upon a maid dusting one of the guest chambers.
She had silvery-white hair that shimmered under the morning light, cascading just past her shoulders. Her fitted uniform hugged a delicate figure, and her amber eyes widened slightly as she noticed him.
'Damn, the maids here are gorgeous.'
He approached, not realizing how close he'd gotten until he spoke.
"Um, excuse me?"
The maid startled, letting out a small shriek.
"Ahhh!"
Her duster slipped from her hands and landed on the polished floor. She flushed crimson.
'I think I scared her...'
Adam quickly picked it up. "Sorry if I startled you."
He handed it back, awkward silence stretching between them.
"Umm... I was wondering if you knew where Bradly is?"
She blinked, still red-cheeked, before replying.
"Oh, Bradly? H-he should be with Lord White in the study around this time."
'Well... I have no idea where the study is.'
"Would you mind taking me there?"
She hesitated, biting her lip, then gave a small nod. "Y-yes, I can take you."
Adam smiled. "Great. Oh, by the way, what's your name?"
She tilted her head shyly. "M-my name is L-L-Lily, young master."
"Well then, Lily, lead the way."
"Y-Yes, young master."
She placed the duster neatly on a side table and gestured for him to follow.
'Lily is cute, but clearly super shy... Kind of reminds me of myself before I was reincarnated. Except I wasn't bad at talking—I just hated how I looked.'
Their footsteps echoed softly through the grand marble halls. Lavish paintings of past nobles stared down at them with cold eyes and regal poses.
Trying to ease the quiet, Adam asked, "So, Lily, how long have you been a maid here?"
She was mid-step on the staircase when she froze.
"Ahhh!"
She stumbled, catching herself with the railing just in time.
'Wow. One question and she almost eats it.'
Quickly recovering, she bowed. "S-sorry for my clumsiness, young master. I was only recently hired."
'Oh, so she's new. Makes sense why she's nervous. I remember my first job—I was probably just like her.'
Adam gave her a warm smile. "You're already doing great. I still get lost all the time. You knowing where everything is? That's impressive."
She looked back at him, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. Her posture relaxed just a little.
"Thanks for showing me the way. I'm sure you'll do an amazing job," Adam added.
As they reached the study, she paused beside the grand double doors carved with ivy and phoenix motifs.
The morning sun cast long beams through the windows, illuminating the intricate details of the wood. Everything seemed still, almost suspended in time.
Lily lingered a moment, her eyes soft.
'Young Master Adam is really kind...'