Turns out that a month-old baby speaking is not exactly common in this world, or at least in whatever world these peasants live in. It was not one of my wisest directions to speak at that moment but the alternative would be… pooping on my own mother's lap. That would not be a problem if I was a regular baby but having a higher level of thinking ensures that this embarrassment would be seared in my brain for all eternity. Unacceptable!

ON THE OTHER END! Being paraded around town by Momma and shown to everyone above the age of five would surely bring consequences later down the line. Unlike some op-novel protagonists, I was not planning on explicitly hiding my intelligence. I did NOT mean to have it an open subject around the village! The day after my little slip up a granny approached Mom about giving me ‘accelerated’ learning, which meant that for the foreseeable future I will be stuck in a room with some old fart teaching me how to talk, read, and write as well as learning about religion. Let me tell you, it was boring and it was a total hassle.

As a baby, you get hungry every hour or so, and as such Mom had to drop everything she was doing every forty or so minutes to come to feed yours truly. That was until the second week when the village chief ‘gifted’ a large airtight vase to put certain liquids in it. This meant that Momma could focus entirely on the fields and dinner. Hurray! Right? Well not exactly. Nobody asked my opinion on this, so when Mom stopped visiting and they started to give out lukewarm milk it hit hard.

Learning in an environment like that was about the worse experience I have ever had. There was no reward for doing well, no prompt to do well, and the teachers were garbage. Firstly, they stank as they had slept in their outhouse which assaulted my sensitive baby nose profusely. Secondly, they had only two talking voices: shouting and whispers which they would cycle through every, ten minutes? Five minutes? Who knows~. Thirdly, they had no respect for taking notes, doing recaps, or repeating themselves so if you misses something they that meant that it was lost to history!

By the way, - weekends? What are those? Babies should have the same schedule as full-time slaves and only have two half-work days. That isn’t child abuse!- It's for their good! THeY SHouLd NoT PlaY wiTh Toys or have FrienDS, It’ll RuiN THieR LEarNInG.- I am three months old and have been walking for two weeks. Mom and Dad were sure excited to see me walk for the first time, that is until one of the elders informed them I had been walking since the start of the week. They got very angry at the elders for not telling them when it happened. Mom sees me every sunrise and sunset while Dad can only see me on weekends.

Anyways, You might be asking yourself what I have learned through these lessons? Let's start with the boring ones before moving to the more interesting parts:

We live in a kingdom.

We are peasants underneath some noble called, Von Krixencal. This fella is the man who owns the land we live on and takes something like 20%-30% of all our earnings.

Magic exists, but it is only accessible for the very rich.

Theirs a church that is willing to teach healing miracles for exceptional individuals. This is apparently why I am being taught, cause the place those individuals come from are paid a heft some to come learn.

Now, why is that last one so important? Well, harvest has already started and after we thoroughly clean through the fields we will move off to the nearby city for winter. This is when I will be presented to the church to be brought in(indoctrinated).

Haaaaaa….

In other news, I have figured out how to manipulate the Mana inside of my body. It was as simple as trial and error until I flexed the right ‘magic’ muscle to get it moving.

Zeverous wiggled her little toes and brought herself to her feet. The elders were still asleep in their beds and being so old Zeverous knew they had a hard time waking up. Her mom was also probably asleep so Zeverous was all on her own in the dark house.

The village people had stuck her in a wooden crib with rather terrible amenities, no toys, no food, no water. The matting of it was completely compressed making it uncomfortable. Couple this with an empty room she was stuffed into and it felt more like a prison than a bedroom.

That thought bloomed another, what if she just…. Broke out?

It took less than a moment to accept and begin to grip the wooden bars. Zeverous ninja-ed her way up until she finally made it over and out. She tumbled onto the hard wooden floor. She waddled across the cold floor into the open hallway. Other than her room there were three other rooms each housing a single elder. She made her way to the end of the hall went into the main room. The floor was wooden and slightly raised, off to her right side was a stage that the elders would tell their stories on. Across from it was a medium-sized window, It was not a window a modern person might think of instead it was murky and had large particles inside of it. Despite this the view through it took her breath away, they're just beyond the flimsy wooden wall stood some inexplicable being.

Its many eyes were focused on her, Zeverous felt like she was dropping as it began to speak to her.

“Hear ungrateful thief, For these words be brief”

Her eyes and brain felt like it was melting as she unsuccessfully tried to look away but could not the being would not let her.

“Your crimes belong, they are crimes against the strong”

At this moment Zeverous could no longer consciously think, she could only think of the words being seared into her psyche.

“I am a messenger to give you your sentence, you shall be afflicted with penance!”

“Glory! Glory! Glory!”

Everything went black for Zeverous as her consciousness faded and with it the being…