Chapter 2

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After finishing my morning routine, I start getting ready.

As I mentioned earlier, I am the eldest son of a baron's family. Normally, a maid would come to help me, but I declined, saying, "I'm already five years old."

I pulled out a pair of trousers and a blouse from the wardrobe and changed into them. Then, I rang the bell on the small table by the bed.

A woman in her late twenties, wearing a maid's uniform, with a strict demeanor, glasses, and a bob hairstyle, entered from the adjacent waiting room.

This is Ms. Rottmayr.

The science of the Qifeng Empire seems to be quite behind that of the previous world, and Ms. Rottmayr's glasses are so thick that I can't see her eyes from this side.

She pushed up the frame of her glasses with her right hand and scanned me from head to toe.

"Your buttons are not misaligned. You have dressed properly. You pass."

"Thank you for the check."

"It is my duty."

Ms. Rottmayr bowed slightly. Our interactions are always this formal.

When she leaves the room, I am led to a large dining hall, which feels like a hotel banquet hall.

I sit at a long table that can seat about fifteen people on each side, but I am the only one there.

I haven't seen my parents' faces in about a year.

The breakfast menu is what I requested, and I have used my previous knowledge to make it a diet-friendly menu.

This is apparently not allowed, but Ms. Rottmayr negotiated on my behalf.

When I went to thank the kitchen, the head chef, trembling, told me, "I didn't want to, but I had no choice because Mrs. Rottmayr told me to..."

I remember being a spoiled and temperamental child.

The reason they were afraid was that they thought my simple menu request would anger me and I would come yelling. I am truly sorry.

By the way, what I requested was to implement the 'mago-wa-yasashii' diet, with the amount of three meals being the same as that of a normal child, and snacks being fruits, su, or dohu.

Su is cheese, and dohu is yogurt in the previous world.

'Mago-wa-yasashii' stands for beans, sesame, seaweed, vegetables, fish, shiitake mushrooms, and potatoes, and refers to nutritious ingredients. A menu centered around these ingredients is effective for both growth and diet.

As I eat silently, Ms. Rottmayr pours me some hot water and opens her notebook.

"I will confirm today's schedule. After breakfast, in the morning, you will take a walk and do embroidery with the seamstress, Elise. After lunch, you will work in the garden with the gardener, Gensan, and then have your studies after a snack."

"Understood. When I return from the walk, I will call Elise, so please tell her to work freely."

"Understood."

Ms. Rottmayr bowed and left.

Alone in the large dining hall, the meal doesn't taste as good.

After finishing everything, I leave for a walk, letting the maids clear the dishes.

I walk or run at a steady pace in the large garden of the mansion, humming the theme song of a movie that depicts the interactions between a certain cat, an elementary school sister, a kindergarten-aged sister, and mysterious fairies living in the forest.

It is said that alternating between walking and running for a certain period of time is more effective for building muscles than just walking, and singing while doing it helps with aerobic exercise.

When I first started doing this, people said I had gone mad from a fever, and since I no longer threw tantrums, doctors were called, and even priests were summoned to check if I was possessed by a demon.

But that's not the case.

I am neither possessed by a demon nor gone mad. If anything, I have been reborn.

Before accepting the memories of my previous life, I was a very unpleasant child. When I threw tantrums, adults would do as I said. So, I indulged in my whims and threw tantrums to get my way.

However, after accessing the knowledge and memories of my previous self, I understood why adults did as I said.

It was simple. My parents were their employers and had control over their livelihoods. My parents had neglected to teach me this.

After all, I haven't seen them in about a year.

I learned that 'discipline' is written as 'beautifying oneself.' This is because it is an act of parents trying to make their children beautiful both inside and out so that they are liked by everyone.

In contrast, my parents never disciplined me and didn't even visit me on my deathbed.

Ms. Rottmayr, my nurse, was the one who disciplined me, and the only people who visited me on my deathbed were the staff of the mansion, whom Ms. Rottmayr called.

In other words, I was not loved by anyone.

I was only visited because it was a bit pitiful for me to die alone.

My parents in my previous life loved and raised me. I also had a close friendship.

The realization that I was not loved pierced my heart after I recovered from my illness.

I immediately apologized to Ms. Rottmayr.

Thank you for not abandoning me, a foolish child, and for asking the staff to visit me. I am truly grateful.

I explained to Ms. Rottmayr, who was shocked, that I had understood everything about my previous foolishness and that I wanted to change my heart if it was not too late, and I tried my best to explain despite my tongue not being very articulate.

Of course, I gathered all the staff and apologized to them as well.

To prove that I had changed my heart, I decided to learn the jobs that everyone in the mansion was doing.

As someone who knows the hardships of work, I thought this was the best way to show my sincerity.

At first, the staff were suspicious, but after a month or two of my social studies, they seemed to warm up to me.

This, however, brought an unexpected benefit.

The work in the mansion reminded me of my hobbies in my previous life.

It was as if the skills were ingrained in my soul. I could do cleaning, sewing, cooking, and gardening quite well.

As I walked, lost in thought, I arrived at the garden at the far end of the yard.

This is a hidden gem that only the gardener, Gensan, visits, where wild roses grow freely.

After looking around to make sure no one was there, I took a deep breath and began to sing Schubert's 'The Wild Rose,' matching the melody.

Three days ago, I saw the wild roses blooming as red as blood and felt an overwhelming urge to sing 'The Wild Rose.' Since then, I have been coming here every day to sing.

A rose is a rose, whether in the wild or not.

The beauty of flowers is universal, regardless of the world.