That was their plan all along. After we went home, my parents started a feast. My mother cooked plenty of food and prepared it on top of the table. Emma just sat on the table and read a book. The cover of the book said 'The History of The United Race and the Land of Bestia.'

She's studying the history of this continent, Bestia. I better borrow that book and have a brief understanding of where I am. Memories of my past life came to me as bits and pieces but nothing concrete for the moment. I got to understand my role in this world. I need to know who is that being in that white world.

"Son! You did great today, pal. Our plan was for you to get the teachers' impression for a couple of days before we sent you to the Principal. And there you go, the first day of school. You got the qualifications to attend the Royal Study!" Father is so happy that as he talked to me, spittle covered my face.

"But honey, do you think it is too early?" Thanks, mother! The point here is, I am a baby here! A newbie! What kind of parent would send their child outside right after birth?

"He's okay! He is my son and our ancestor's name on him! Son, keep in mind that the Colt name. Ouch!" A ladle flow and smack on his forehead.

Mother clapped her hands twice and went to the kitchen, "Bring your plates to the kitchen after eating." Emma left after mother without breaking eye contact with her book.

Rubbing the swollen spot on his forehead, Father stood up with a grimacing face, "Son, you clean up. Okay?" he whispered.

My feelings to this family turned out to be quite alright. On the first day, I got here. Technically, the day I was born. I kept on thinking of how this relationship will transpire. As it turns out, everything is going in a positive direction. With a Father like Jog, the optimistic and loud attitude he had, made an explosive impression on me. It warms my heart just hearing his voice so loud.

On the other hand, Gemma is leading on the timid type. With her beautiful looks and gentle hands. She gives out the mother's vibe, warm and comfy. She had another side of her, the protective type. But it usually comes up if Father is around. Just like what happened a while ago. She doesn't want me to leave this early. Father never saw how she felt. That made Gemma angry.

Going to the Royal Study is technically my fault. If I did not storm out of the room, this would not happen this early. Both Jog and Gemma had a long-term plan for me to get that qualification. But, if I did not go out at that time, I knew something would happen to me. With the heat I experience, that is not normal. Well, many things are unknown here. I am in another world, environment, and body. Anything may or might happen to me.

I cleaned everything up, washed the plates, and went to bed.

The next day I stood in front of polished brass. The polished brass serves as our household mirror. I turned left and right, I leaned forward to get a close look at my face.

My lower body had black glossy skin. The upper body resembles a human from the abdomen and up.

I look like an eight-year-old child. Thankfully, black hair and eyes that I got from Gemma. Gazing at my reflection, I might say that I am quite cute. What would I do If I got my Father's genes? I get shivers whenever I think of that thought.

I am wearing black clothes made out of wool. Clothes that Gemma prepared, even before I came out of her womb. Technically, these clothes are white before my birth said, mother. Gemma wanted to dye it with the same color as my horse skin that's why these clothes were just recently dyed into black.

"Son! Time to go."

"Okay!"

Time to go to the Royal Study, the Palace.

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Zaly sat on his desk, sighing. He flicked his sleeves. An orb on the desk flew out.

The orb expanded, getting thinner as it grows until it looked like a mirror floating in front of Zaly. The said mirror became hazy.

"Contact the Head Mistress of Royal Study."

Zaly sighed again. If he could escape this situation, he would. For years he had been ignoring her. Right now, he had a duty to report an extraordinary gem.

'A 24-point stat Centaur. What interests me is how they would handle this extraordinary gem.'

Hazy mirror cleared by then. What depicted in the mirror is an empty desk and seat inside an office.

"Who's calling me, Clark?" That's her, Zaly thought to himself.

"The Principal of the United School, Zaly, the Great Wizard."

"Wha-what?!"

A beautiful face obstructed the view. 'How long has it been? She now looks mature.' The woman on the other side had pink hair and fluffy-whit bunny ears. She looked shocked and excited at the same time.

"Master!" The woman pounced and stuck her face in the mirror.

"Jazz, you're too close!"

"MASTER!"

Zaly sighed for the nth time. 'How did she become the Head Mistress?'

"Nevermind. Clark, I sent a document about a transferring student. Please tend to it."

"Yes. Sir Zaly." A hand pops out on the side, making a thumbs up.

"Thanks. I am hanging out."

"No! No! No! Master!"

Zaly stomped his feet, the mirror contract, and got thicker. It turned back into an orb and slowly floated down back to its place on top of the table.

Rubbing his temples, 'This better be a good idea. This could turn out good in multiple ways, or it could turn back and bite our asses off.'

Zaly gazed at the only painting of his room.

Written under the painting, 'The Royal Regalia.'

The painting features seven beings, the seven Royal races