Well, the first four years of my new life were quite eventful, to say the least. Now, as a four-year-old, I have achieved mastery of both my body and mind; that is to say, I no longer walk and talk like a drunken hobo. And while I would have loved to go into a deep and epic retelling of the first four years of my new life, a voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"Young Master, it is time for your daily lessons", said Markus, the butler assigned to me by my grandpops. I have to admire Grandpop's ability to switch up really, he was initially distant to my mom and me and only took care of us so as to maintain his image and prestige but my displaying almost frightening intelligence for a baby led to him completely changing his opinions over even the marriage of mom. He now related my intelligence to the magical blood of my father, it did not help that I have shown an almost obsessive interest in magic itself and as the teacher he hired often tells my grandfather when they think I am not listening, I may be the youngest person in the Kingdom's history to have achieved mastery over tier 0 magic, which is basically a standardized way of classifying magic that involves simple manipulation of elements like condensing water from vapor or creating fire. After tier 0, all spells are categorized as per their usage, like combat, enchantment, alchemy, etc. As of now, I have achieved mastery over tier 0 spells; that is to say that I can learn and use any spell falling in that category without fail.
"Markus, remind me what classes are on the schedule today?"
"You currently have your language and etiquette class at the 10th hour, immediately followed by the business management class at the 12th, after which you have lunch scheduled at the 14th and your magic lessons are from the 16th to 20th hour immediately followed by your physical training after which dinner is to be held in the main hall today at 22nd. Might I remind you that the whole family will be present at the dinner and, according to master's instructions, you are requested to put up a demonstration of your talents." He replied, while taking care of my desk. While we had maids for this sort of work, Markus made it a point to handle my desk personally as, according to him, my notes on the working of magic were too precious to be handled by them.
I had been making notes of all my ideas and theories regarding magic. It has actually been helpful in sorting out my thoughts and enabled me to actually focus on projects that are feasible for my current level without worrying about the loss of inspiration. Most of my education till now has been theoretical. While magic beyond tier 3 is not available for purchase, I have a complete collection of books publicly available up till that level. My dad left behind a sizeable collection, and granddad had a good collection of his own. That allowed me to have to buy only a few more books to complete the collection.
Dad also left his notes on healing magic and some personal spells of his, they were quite frankly enlightening as they touched beyond tier 3 and reached up to 5. While without enough practical experience, I am unable to comprehend everything written, it has provided me with enough insight to create some low-level tier 0 spells myself.
As Markus arranged my desk in an orderly fashion, I got dressed appropriately for my class. The etiquette and language class were held by the same teacher as it allowed me to learn the manner of speaking with all sorts of people from the farmers to the nobles and even criminals with the right method for the situation.
My teacher for this particular session actually came from a minor noble family, elevated to their status by the contributions made by one of their ancestors. They did not govern any region under the king like barons or higher-rank nobles did, but got some special rights afforded to them and were on average more likely to further ascend on the nobility ladder if they rendered enough contributions to the kingdom. She was quite professional in her behavior, I kind of expected her to be a snobbish elitist at first, like the ones I saw in movies.
My internal monologue finally came to an end as I left my room. I had to go to the guest room to receive her as was proper for someone of her status according to my classes. She was sitting on the sofa as I approached and stood up to greet me. At 37 years of age, she was still kind of pretty, with straight black hair and blue eyes. She was kind of intimidating though, like a sort of no-nonsense school principal. Well chat, meet Mrs. Rivian Green, my etiquette and language teacher and my grandfather's way of ensuring my future inclusion into nobility.