The House of Camelot, the great protector of the borderland. The Marquis of Englaterra Kingdom since 200 years ago. Our family has defended the March from the Elves and the Procullians. And 20 years ago we helped to repel the Rusenia Empire when Tsar Nicolai attempted to launch an invasion of our middle eastern allies.
Just like the name suggested, everything in our house bore a striking resemblance to the King Arthur legend from our world.
This world was a fantasy world with the technological advancement of the mid 19th century.
The Victorian Era, essentially, although it’s heavily romanticized like a modern reimagined version of the time period. And I was borned in an alternate version of Great Britain, Kingdom of Englaterra.
Just like the original one, we run on constitutional monarchy, but without democracy. Instead, we have nobles who held sway over the parliament and royal cabinet. Despite their influence, it was still the monarch that held the most power, they held the final say on all matters proposed by the noble parliament and cabinet.
To put it simply, treat it like a game of Dungeon and Dragon: the game master is the ruler, the rules are the constitution and the nobles are the player. The players must adhere to the rules, while the Game Master can bend or break them as they see fit.
Thus throughout history, the power of the royalty had fluctuated depending on the personality and disposition of the one sitting on the throne.
The reason there still hasn’t been a revolution despite all of this autocracy is because the nobles were surprisingly competent throughout history.
My new name of this life was Percival Camelot
My status was the 3rd son of the house, and a bastard child. I only became a member of this noble family out of my Father’s kindness. It wasn’t uncommon for a bastard child to be borned in a noble house, but usually it’s from a ceremony called “new blood”. Noble families would seek for talented commoners to freshen up their noble bloodline.
But my Mother, pardon, was neither a remarkable genius nor a stunning beauty that only appeared once in a thousand years. She only became a concubine of my Father because of his grief over his dead wife.
Though my Father tried his best to bestow the best life for me, I would never be able to set foot in the noble society as I was a bastard child. Which is also why I was never considered an heir to the house.
For my future, He had arranged a desk job in the military for me once I turned 18.
Many would consider this a life of fortune. But a life as calm as the ocean of Antarctica would drive me crazy.
“Percival, what book are you reading?”
My Mother of this world, Adeline, spoke.
“Books of magic! I want to become a mage! Mommy!”
I returned with a childish excitement. She smiled awkwardly.
“Oh my sweet child, aren’t you a little too young for this?” She gently patted my head. “I have always felt worried that you’re growing so fast, but what could I say to this curiosity of yours… just don’t overwork yourself, ok?”
She then left the room, leaving only me and the maid who was silently standing in the corner. I turned my gaze back toward the book. A child should act like a child, what better way to raise alarms than being like a mature 8 year old.
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So far I have only been reading at days, and practicing at nights when I am alone.
The children of this world could only begin understanding the concept and practice casting magic at an average age of 12. So, a child casting magic at 8 would be considered a prodigy, which could raise unwanted attention from my brothers.
So far I have been acting like a child trying his best to understand a book but failed to do so.
My two brothers, Borse and Galahad, shared the same mother, unfortunately she died giving birth to Galahad.
When it came to Borse and Galahad. They were both said to be incredibly competent. With two brothers of equal talent, troubles are about to come. To make matters worse, he had announced his interest in succession a few weeks ago.
The tension of the house was boiling, despite that, the atmosphere here remained unchanged as I live in a separate building with my Mother. Separated from all the family infighting.
Closing my eyes, I silently opened up a window in my mind
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Tame animals and upgrade them! Raise affinity with them and turn them into loyal pets!
I gained this Dungeon and Dragon like skill when I was borned. I did wonder whether this works on humans or not because humans are technically animals, so out of curiosity, I tried taming a maid and a noise in my head asked me whether I was sure or not, of course, I denied.
I should save these slots for individuals that are incredibly useful to me. So far, no one in this house has piqued my interest, so I have been thinking about going outside to recruit some more people.
I opened my eyes and began writing a letter to my Father. He’s working in the building right next door, but as a bastard son, it’s more appropriate to communicate by letter than to meet him directly.
“My lord, I have a letter for you. It is from your son, Percival.”
Lord Kay Camelot looked up as the servant handed the letter to him. The servant then proceeded out of the room after a brief bowing.
“That is rare, don’t you think, Mr. Sigurd?”
He asked his personal secretary, Bedivere Sigurd, who’s sitting next to him.
“Lord Camelot, you seemed rather pleased.”
Being a secretary with multiple years of experience. Bedivere didn’t directly answer his question, as he knows that he is not interested in the answer. Kay opened the letter with a paper knife and quickly read through the lines.
“Pleased I am, compared to Borse and Galahad, Percival has never asked for anything from me.”
Then his tone became slightly sad.
“I’ve always strived to be a loving father for my children, bastard or not. It’s really hard to love him when I don’t even understand what he likes or what he wants…”
He let out a sigh.
“And in the end, both Borse and Galahad are going to be fighting each other for the Heirship. I’ve always blamed myself for not spending more time with them and understanding them.”
“Sir, you don’t have to feel remorse, after all, a battle is unavoidable when both of them possess outstanding skills.”
“Yet it is the failure of my parenting that led them to greed over this family and infighting.”
“Lord Camelot….”
Kay then forced a smile on his face.
“Kids are growing so fast these days, even an 8 year old can write a well mannered letter to his old man…”
He shaked his head to clear his thoughts.
“Mr. Sigurd, Percival is asking for my permission to adopt orphans as his personal assistants and a rather mature choice of word, his cronies. What are your thoughts?”
“It’s a bit too early for him” ,Bedivere said in a serious tone before switching to a softer demeanor. “Though for someone who couldn’t make any friends of the same age in the noble world, I believe it would be a good idea to grant his request.”
Kay nodded in agreement.
“Grant his request on behalf of me, but with the added condition that he only visits orphanages under our patronage.”
He chuckled for a bit,”I don’t want a third competitor to set foot in this proxy war”
“It will be done, my lord.”