It was after my father left on the king's orders that I realized I had missed something very important. I was two years old, but had not said a single word. I hadn't even tried to make any sounds that sounded like words. I had simply forgotten to do the whole talking step because I had been to busy training and observing.

First, I had to choose what do say. I didn't want to say "Papa" or "Mama" because that leads to parents holding it over one another. After some thought, I had wanted to say "dragon" for my first word, but I didn't know if there were dragons in this world.

I decided to go with "happy". It was generic and hopefully normal. When my mom next came to check on me, I began the conversation.

"Ha... ha... py" I gurgled out loud.

My mom immediately started monologuing into a motherly speech, most of which I couldn't understand, nor have any wish to try and interpret.

Now that is out of the way, I can began to say short sentences without having the fear of getting surprised looks.

It was also after this event that my mom finally decided to take me with her when she went shopping. It was my first time outside, and as we left the house, I immediately began to take in my surroundings.

My house from the outside was what looked like a simple cottage surrounded by trees on all sides except for a dirt path and what looked like a clothesline. It had a painted red door, with grey stone walls mixed with wooden planks around other openings such as the windows. There was one chimney, where a thin trail of smoke leaked. I should note that there was what I believe was glass in our windows, though due to my father's position I did not know if that was normal. I hadn't gotten the chance to examine them as I am not tall enough to reach the windows. In the grass around my house were orange, yellow, red, and purple flowers, many of which I had never seen before.

After a short walk down a dirt path, we arrived on a main cobblestone road to the sight of what I assumed was the village of Cree.

From what I could see, my house would be in what I deemed "farmland". There was a outer wall surrounding the fields and some woods(where my house was). In the center of this was the town. The town was surrounded by another wall with an open gate.

It seemed to me this town valued its farmland, but limited its own expansion.

The gate to Cree was guarded by two soldiers. They wore light armor, helmets, and each carried a spear (so no guns in this world... I can live with that). They gave a nod of greeting to my mother as we entered the village.

One thing I couldn't help noting. Was the naming scheme in this world skewed or something? Why was a simple "village" surrounded by two walls? Did this have to do or connected at all with any sort of demons, enemies, or maybe even some dangerous mythical beasts?

My thoughts were suddenly put to a halt as my mother stopped in front of a food stall with me in tow.

Okay, not really a food stall but more of a wagon with food. I couldn't tell what kind of food because I am too short but it smelled good ... ... a warm ... ... hot scent ... light ... mouth watering ... ... ... I guess warm, hot, fresh, fluffy bread.

"Why, hello Beldria. Is that your son that I have heard all about?"

I still am not tall enough yet to see who is behind the stall, but from the sound of the voice it sounded like the nicest old lady you could ever meet.

"Yes Miss Wetse, this my son Nathaniel."

At this my mother lifted me up to introduce me. I was greeted by loaves of steaming fresh bread(Yes!), apples(...), what looked like butter(...) and a old woman(Yes again! ... 2/4 ... I am only 2...).

"Why hello there, why, aren't you adorable!!!" Miss Wetse smiled.

I decided to take it as a compliment, as I hadn't really gotten a good look at myself yet. But don't all old ladies think that children are cute? Whatever, a compliment is a compliment.

"If you want, Beldria, I can watch over Nathaniel here while you finish your shopping." Miss Wetse continued.

"Why thank you, Miss Wetse, are you sure it isn't too much trouble?" My mother replied.

"Not at all, Sweetie, just make sure you buy some of my goods!"

Wait ... I wanted to explore ... not get stuck by the entrance!!!

"We will have to see if when I come back, Nathaniel is still in one piece from your hugs!" My mother teased.

After a little more chatting my mother said her goodbyes and left to continue shopping. I meanwhile, was stuck in the grasp of Miss Wetse.

Not even minutes later, which seemed like eternity, a couple began to ask about the products with Miss Wetse. I was sitting, finally free from her grasp on the bench. It seemed that the buildings, looking somewhat medieval, were not stacked with technology as my previous world. The people were dressed in simple clothes, though not in jeans or t-shirts, but rather some sort of shirt and pants with boots/light shoes. Very isekai.

I noticed a man wearing a brown hooded robe slowly approached the wagon while Miss Wetse dealt with customers. It looked suspiciously from my angle that he was trying to steal some food. He obviously took no notice of me as he drew closer, since I was only two years old. Just to be sure and to lower his guard, I pretended to "drift off" into sleep as he slowly crept closer. I slowly began to gather my internal mana with excitement.

No harsh judging, but I had never tested out my mana skills on anyone or anything else. This was a golden opportunity.

I decided momentarily not to just shove mana at him because that could be too effective or not work at all(the likely scenario). Instead I gathered the mana in my fist till it condensed around my hand. As the hooded figure reached for the bread, I brought down my enforced chubby fist on his gloved hand.