Days passed, and Ehan continued reading—primarily books on history.

  This not only helped him understand the current state of society but also improved his pronunciation of words in this new body.

  From his studies, he grasped that society in 'Land of Nobels' was now divided into five distinct categories:

  1. The Imperial Family – The Arian Family, the most powerful, influential, and wealthiest family. It is also the Imperial family and controls governance, army, bureaucracy, law making, defence and etc.

  2. The Five Great Nobles – Five noble families that possessed immense wealth, second only to the Imperial Family.

  3. The Lesser Nobles – Numerous noble families that enjoyed prosperity and wealth, but were below than the Five Great Nobles in status and influence.

  4. The Commoners – Ordinary people, including peasants, farmers, daily wage workers, and laborers.

  5. Slaves – The lowest class, subjected to servitude with no rights.

  This system was far more structured than it had been a hundred years ago.

  Back in his time, society was simply divided into three vague categories—

  The rich (all nobles), the poor (peasants and common folk), and slaves (who remained unchanged even now).

  But after a century, the hierarchy had evolved into a well-defined system.

  And to Ehan, this level of organization was both surprising and impressive.

  Ehan also read that after Devin Arian unified the Land of Nobles and passed away, the Arian family took over as the imperial family. In the early decades of their rule, they monopolized trade and business, which made them immensely wealthy.

  However, over time, they loosened their grip on trade and decided to distribute economic opportunities among the other noble families under their rule in the Land of Nobles.

  Among those noble families, five took advantage of this distribution the most, rising in wealth and influence much faster than the others.

  Eventually, they became known as the Five Great Nobles.

  And those Nobels who were left behind in this race, were know as The lesser Nobels.

  Ehan spent days, which soon turned into weeks, engrossed in history books.

  The two maids stationed outside his room reported everything to Alexander and Lydia, but rather than being concerned, they were pleased to hear that their son was developing a deep interest in books.

  Then, one day, as Ehan delved further into his readings, he finally came across the names of the Five Great Nobles.

  The five noble families were :

  Makris, Dukas, Throne, Ragnulf, and Valois.

  "Throne..." he murmured. Then suddenly—

  A spark of memories surged through his mind.

  His friend, Wills Throne.

  The countless hours they spent training together. The sound of clashing swords. The laughter, the sweat, the unbreakable bond between warriors.

  And then—the moment it all ended.

  Wills, standing before him, his chest pierced by a blade. His death.

  And the promise Ehan -Devin- had made to him...

  Ehan pulled out more books, mainly newly published books focusing on the Five Great Nobles. He got one which was published just some months ago.

  As he read, he stumbled upon something shocking.

  Among all the Five Nobles, the Throne family ranked the lowest. Their financial situation is stable for now, but their family is in a mess due to internal conflict—one centered around their Sword Academy.

  The conflict?

  "Should a woman be allowed to be the Headmaster of the Sword Academy?"

  For over a century, the Sword Academy had been their pride, a place that trained warriors of noble blood, along with Commoners and slaves all together.

  But now, under the leadership of Callesta Throne—who was not only the Headmaster but also the Head of the Throne family—the academy was slowly falling apart.

  Funding had been the lowest ever since they opened. Investors were hesitating in the investment. The academy's reputation was still there but people didn't like, a woman being the Headmaster.

  The Academy was in the top 3 well known Sword Academies in the Country. But now it fell to 7th position.

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  And the Throne family members were blaming Callesta.

  "Damn! These family members... Piling all the blame on a woman just because the academy is not going well?" Ehan muttered as he read.

  Then it hit him.

  "Wait... If she's the Head of the Throne family, then that means she's Wills' direct descendant!"

  The promise he made to Wills echoed in his mind.

  He couldn’t ignore this.

  The Throne family was in crisis. Their Sword Academy would be in ruins.

  And Callesta Throne—his friend’s descendant—could be forced out of her position of headmaster.

  And that can even force her to get away from the post of head, and shift it to someone else.

  From the branch family who were not the real members from the head. But from relatives side.

  "I need to help her. I need to help the Throne family. For Wills... and for my promise."

  Ehan stared at his reflection in the mirror.

  His body—weak, feeble, pathetic compared to what he once had.

  In his past life, he had been strong, a warrior, a swordsman who unified an entire nation.

  But now?

  He was a child. Helpless. Powerless.

  'Damn it... If I stay like this, I won't be able to do anything.'

  He clenched his small fists, determination burning in his golden eyes.

  He needed to change.

  He needed to rebuild himself.

  But he also couldn't ignore Callesta Throne's situation.

  'I may not have my strength yet… but I have something else.' he thought and that thing was—

  'Wealth.'

  The Arian family was the most powerful, influential, and wealthiest in the entire empire.

  Even as a child, Ehan had access to a great fortune.

  And money could solve many problems.

  But...

  He couldn’t publicly hand over a huge sum—it would raise suspicion to his family.

  But an anonymous donation? That could work.

  Days passed as he carefully planned his approach. He would funnel funds into the Throne Academy, slowly and secretly. It wouldn’t solve everything, but it would be a start.

  And while the money helped keep the academy alive…

  He would focus on rebuilding himself.

  Because strength was the only thing that truly mattered in this world.

  Ehan knew that handling the finances of the Arian family wasn’t something just anyone could do.

  The one in charge of it all was Gale, the Economy and Finance Manager of the Arian family.

  A trusted, loyal man. Someone who didn’t question much, but at the same time, wouldn’t let money flow out carelessly.

  Would he accept an anonymous donation?Ehan wasn’t sure.

  "If I tell him outright, he might refuse… or worse, report it to Father."

  He needed a cover story. Something believable. Something simple. And so—he would lie.

  He would tell Gale that the money was meant for one of his cousins—someone who needed some financial assistance.

  It wasn’t unusual for the younger Arian family members to receive allowances or gifts.

  And if Gale believed that, then the money would flow exactly where Ehan wanted it to go—into the Throne Sword Academy.

  "It’s a small step… but it’s a start."

  Now, all that was left was executing the plan.

  Ehan now stood outside the Economy and Finance Manager’s office, gripping a letter in his hand.

  Inside the envelope was a cheque—a sum of money meant to be delivered anonymously.

  There was no address, no sender’s name, nothing that could trace it back to him.

  'Alright, alright, Eha—no, Devin. Just walk in, hand over the letter, and say it’s for my cousin Amelia. Tell him not to mention our name or address. Saying that it's a surprise gift for her. That’s it. Simple.'

  He took a deep breath, steadying himself.

  But—

  Just as he reached for the door, a voice called out from behind.

  "Young Lord Ehan, is that you?"

  Ehan froze. His heartbeat skipped for a moment before, he slowly turned around.

  It was Gale. The man he was about to deceive.

  He wasn’t in his office as Ehan had expected. Instead, he stood there, watching him with calm, calculating eyes.

  Gale was a man of striking appearance—his milk-white skin contrasting sharply with his deep blue eyes, framed by round golden spectacles. He wasn’t particularly tall but carried himself with a sense of authority and precision.

  Draped in a sleek black suit, complete with a matching hat, he looked like someone who never missed a detail.

  And right now, he was looking straight at Ehan.

  "Oh, G-Gale. I-I was just coming to see you..."

  Ehan stammered, his fingers instinctively tightening around the letter, trying to subtly hide it behind his back. But Gale's sharp eyes had already caught sight of it.

  "Is that a letter?" Gale asked, adjusting his glasses. "Did the Lord ask you to deliver it to me?"

  "Oh—yeah! Yes!" Ehan nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Dad asked me to give it to you. And he also said not to mention our name or address on it!"

  With a swift motion, he slid the letter toward Gale.

  Gale accepted it with his usual composed demeanor, his fingers brushing over the envelope as if weighing its significance.

  He glanced at Ehan and asked, "Alright, Young Lord. I'll handle it. Is there anything else the Lord instructed you to tell me?"

  "Ah, no. Nothing else." Ehan shook his head, stepping back hastily. "I shall be going now."

  Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, trying his best not to seem suspicious.

  Gale, however, watched him go, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smirk before he finally entered his office.

  Once inside, he settled into his chair and took a closer look at the letter. Running his fingers over the sealed envelope, he murmured to himself—

  "Hmm... An anonymous donation, huh?"

  His smirk deepened as he tucked the letter into his coat pocket.

  "Must be a lucky person," he mused, his voice tinged with amusement. "To receive money directly from the Young Lord himself."

  On the other side, Ehan walked down the grand staircase of the mansion, his thoughts racing.

  ‘Did he notice I was lying?’

  It was too late to worry about that now. The deed was done. There was no turning back. He just had to be ready to face the consequences.

  Or—if things went smoothly—there would be no consequences at all.

  The money he sent should keep the academy stable for a at 5 years, but he knew that wasn’t the real issue. The problem was never just the academy’s downfall—it was Callesta’s gender.

  She was a woman. A powerful swordswoman. That was why everyone blamed her.

  They couldn't defeat her in combat, so they attacked her through politics and bureaucracy instead.

  Ehan clenched his fists. But he's weak to do anything.

  ‘Damn! This imperial life is way too easy. I should be training at this age! But…’

  Just then, a voice called out from below.

  "Ehan."

  Ehan looked down from the stairs and saw his father, Alexander Arian, stepping out of a room on the ground floor.

  His heart pounded. This was the perfect moment.

  He could tell him now. He could tell him that he didn’t want to be a mage. That he wanted to wield the sword.

  Taking a deep breath, he descended the staircase and stopped in front of his father. A soft breeze drifted in through a nearby window, making his cape flutter behind him.

  Alexander looked at him, his expression unreadable.

  "Ehan," he said, his deep voice steady. "You're growing at a fine pace. You even learned to read without needing much help from your tutors. I think it’s time to show you some...real things."

  Ehan met his father’s gaze, his young but determined eyes locking onto Alexander’s piercing ones.

  And then, without hesitation, he said—

  "Dad, I don’t want to become a mage."