“Mi, Minho, how did you do that?”
“I don’t know, it just happened.”
Mom and Dad looked at me with eyes full of excitement, wondering how I managed to bring out my wings.
But since I had no idea myself, I just tilted my head and answered that it just happened.
“Krrr, as expected, our daughter is a genius!”
“Right, Albi!”
Mom and Dad lifted me up and hugged me tightly.
“Unni, are all dragons naturally so doting?”
‘…I don’t know? But it’s nice to see, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
From a distance, I could hear Ramir and my older sister whispering to each other.
“I want to fly more!”
“Oh my, really?”
That day, every time I flew through the sky, Mom and Dad clapped and showered me with praise.
At some point, my sister and Ramir, saying it was too cold, climbed onto Dad’s back and returned to the castle.
I think I really started to enjoy flying.
“Minho? Shall we go home now?”
Mom, looking a bit tired, urged me to head home.
“We need to sleep early today because we have festival preparations tomorrow. Mom has work to do.”
“Huh?”
A festival?
Do dragons even hold festivals?
As I tilted my head in confusion, Dad, who was flying beside me, answered.
“It’s called the Harvest Festival and the Birth Festival.”
“Whenever a royal child is born, we always hold a big celebration. And since it’s also the season for harvesting crops, this festival will be quite grand.”
Ah.
Now that I think about it, before I fell to the ground earlier, I noticed the crops had grown quite a lot.
The land near the castle in the distance was dyed in a golden hue.
But something feels a little off.
“Wait, isn’t it spring right now?”
“It’s autumn.”
Autumn? Then what about the flowers behind the garden?
“Th-then what about the flowers blooming behind the garden?!”
Startled, I asked, and Mom chuckled before answering my question.
“They’re maintained with magic.”
“otot…….”
“Minho, did you think it was spring all this time because of that?”
“…….”
Did Mom see my tail droop?
She pulled me into a tight hug as I flapped my wings just 30 cm above the ground.
“Aww, so cute.”
“Heh, hehe.”
I didn’t feel bad.
I was just embarrassed for mistakenly believing it was spring all along.
“That kind of magic is actually quite simple, so it would be good for you to learn too, Minho.”
“Really?”
“Yes, it’s a basic application. Until you formally enroll in the academy, learning from Elder Anuket would be a good idea.”
“…Hmm, okay.”
Grandma Anuket is kind, so she’ll probably teach me willingly.
And if she says no, I can always ask Ramir.
Since he’s an elf, he should be good at magic.
“Now, let’s hop on, Princess and Queen.”
“Minho, you’re tired, so why don’t you ride on Daddy’s back?”
“Yes, okay!”
I held onto Mom’s hand and climbed onto Dad’s back.
“Departing now~”
“Okay!”
“Ahh~ I have to start working from tomorrow…”
Mom sighed briefly.
But soon, our whole family let out a collective “Wow~” as we admired the sunset from Dad’s back.
The burning sky soaked in golden sunlight, the clouds reflecting the golden glow,
and below, our castle and the rippling fields of grain, shimmering like golden waves.
That breathtaking scene completely stole my gaze.
“This brings back memories~”
“Wow…….”
“Minho, your open-mouthed expression is adorable~”
Mom hugged me tightly.
The sunset viewed from the sky was so breathtaking that I felt sorry for my sister and Ramir, who missed it.
I should definitely bring them out to see it next time.
After returning home, I proudly told the elder council grandparents about my first flight.
Grandma Lavender was openly excited, flapping her wings in delight.
And a wizard named Damian patted my head and told me I did well.
Normally, I wouldn’t let just anyone touch my head, but I decided to let it slide this time since he had helped save my sister.
When I bragged about it to Void unni…
“Kyaa~~~
Our genius! Minho!!!”
“Uweeeeh….”
“Come visit me more often. That crazy old man keeps bothering me.”
“U-Um, okay.”
She hugged me tightly, showing no sign of letting go.
She was probably exhausted from being tormented by Grandpa Hader.
I offered her my deepest sympathies and then returned to my bedroom to sleep.
“…Minho.”
“…Mmm.”
“Are you sleepy, Minho?”
From beside my bed, Mom patted my stomach and asked softly.
Half-asleep, I accidentally responded in informal speech, but she didn’t seem to mind—she just chuckled.
“Mom is going to make Minho and Yuri’s birth festival really grand, so look forward to it.”
“…Nn, okay.”
With that final reply, sleep fully overtook me.
The Next Morning
The early morning sunlight tapped at my eyelids, forcing me awake.
“Minho, good morning!”
“You need to wash your face first.”
“Uweeeeeeh.”
Instead of Mom, who was usually by my side, the head maid appeared in front of me, holding a washbasin.
“M-Miss Head Maid, I’m still half-asleep…”
“That’s exactly why we’re doing this.”
“Pwah! Blub-blub!!”
“Pfft! Minho, your face is all scrunched up.”
Beside me, my sister chuckled, amused, and patted my head.
But before I could even process it, water splashed on my face again.
“Hmph. Just do it.”
“Hmph!!”
“That’s right.”
This weird feeling—kind of unpleasant but also not—what is it?
“Starting today, I will be serving the princesses.”
“The King and Queen will be quite busy.”
Wait, does that mean I won’t be able to see Mom and Dad?
“W-Will I not get to see them?!”
“…Both of them are… um… overly fond of the princess, so you’ll be able to see them if you go looking for them. And you’ll still sleep together.”
“Phew.”
“You’re both still young, so of course, that’s only natural.”
“I-I see.”
I glanced at my sister for reassurance, but at 34 years old, she had clearly grown used to being called a baby.
She just grinned like it was nothing.
…34 years old.
Her body hasn’t changed, yet she’s fully accepted the title of “baby.”
That’s seriously impressive.
“…Unni, you’re amazing.”
“H-Huh?! Out of nowhere?”
My sudden compliment made my grinning sister look flustered.
“Hehe.”
“…Cute.”
“What?”
“Adorable.”
Both my sister and the head maid blushed at the same time.
What… what’s happening? This is scary.
“Alright, let’s eat breakfast first, and then the princesses can do whatever they want today.”
“Sounds good.”
The head maid clapped twice, and food was delivered to the room.
“For breakfast, I’ve brought your meal here. Lunch will be served in the dining hall.”
That was convenient—I didn’t feel like moving anyway.
Breakfast consisted of some bread, a few pieces of meat, and soup.
But because it was plated so elegantly, both my sister and I hesitated to eat it.
“…It’s too pretty…”
“How… how do we ruin this…?”
“Ahem, I appreciate the compliment. I will try to make it slightly less beautiful next time.”
The head maid blushed at our words, clearly embarrassed.
She was trying to keep a straight face, but her flushed cheeks and quickly wagging tail made it obvious.
“…Unni, the head maid is surprisingly easy to read.”
“…Yeah, she really is.”
My sister and I exchanged glances and giggled quietly.
After Breakfast.
With nothing to do, I rolled around on the bed.
“This morning, Mom told me not to go outside. She’s busy preparing for the festival.”
“What?!”
“Oh dear, that’s disappointing.”
The head maid, who had been preparing to go out with us, looked genuinely crestfallen, her tail drooping.
“Well… should we try to find Ramir inside the castle instead?”
That sounded fun.
It reminded me of when I searched for him at dawn last time.
But then my sister said something unexpected.
“…Didn’t I tell you? Ramir went home.”
“Huh?!”
“He was a guest. Yesterday, he submitted his residency paperwork and left for the house he bought.”
“H-He bought a house?!”
“Yeah, he’s a noble. He has money.”
But still, buying a house when he wasn’t planning to settle down…?
Wouldn’t that be complicated?
“Does that mean I won’t see him anymore?”
Feeling disappointed, I slumped.
The head maid, noticing my reaction, spoke up.
“You can invite him.”
“Invite him?”
“Yes. Using a royal decree would make it easy.”
Wait, that wouldn’t be an invitation—it’d be an order!
Can I even use that so casually?
Imagining Ramir being dragged here by royal guards, trembling and apologizing, suddenly seemed really amusing.
“Hehe, this sounds fun.”
“Shall I ask His Majesty to summon him?”
“N-No, it’s fine.”
If Dad called him, it would be a royal decree for real.
The thought of abusing power made me uneasy, so I decided to write a letter instead.
“I’ll write a handwritten letter and send it myself!”
“…Do you even know how to write?”
Oh. Right.
The written language here is different.
“…U-Uhh.”
“As expected. I’ll fetch some study materials.”
“…Y-Yes.”
The spoken language was similar to Korean, but I couldn’t read or write the script at all.
I knew I needed to study at some point.
Might as well take this opportunity.
I asked the head maid to bring me a study book.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, see you soon.”
As I nodded politely, the head maid gave me a motherly smile.
Creak.
Thud.
“The door slams too hard.”
“Does it?”
“Yeah.”
I sat back on the bed and swung my legs back and forth.
“Unni, don’t you need to study writing too? You don’t know this script either, right?”
When I turned to my sister and asked, she suddenly grinned like some kind of mastermind.
“Heh, heh, heh… Minho, have you forgotten what my past profession was?”
“…Huh?”
“I was a Hero. Of course, I got an isekai perk.”
“What?!”
“S-k-i-l-l! I have something called ‘Translation’!”
With that, my sister pulled out a sheet of paper and started writing on it.
“Ooh… ooooh!!”
“Heheh! Behold my power!”
“Wow….”
“What do you think I wrote?”
“Umm… I have no idea?”
“It says ‘Minho is an idiot.’”
“Hey!!”
Calling me an idiot is just unfair!
I’m not dumb—I just don’t have the skill!
Seeing my sister’s special ability made me wonder…
“…? Why don’t I have a perk like that?”
“Huh, good question. Maybe it’s only given to heroes?”
But I’m the reincarnated one! Shouldn’t I be the one with special perks?!
“Pfft! And you call yourself a reincarnator?”
My sister smirked and laughed at me.
“Don’t tease me!”
This is so unfair—I’m the reincarnator here!
“Hey! Where’s the GM?!”
[The King grumbles again, looking for his friend under a weird name.]
[He asks what the problem is this time.]
“Why don’t I have a special perk?!”
[?]
“The translation perk! Where is it?!”
[Ah.]
[The King scratches the back of his head and says he forgot.]
[He claps his hands, amused, saying I should learn to read on my own. Apparently, I act just like a hatchling of my age.]
What the heck!!
If he forgot, he should compensate me!!
And so, my chaotic journey of learning to write began.
Is Ramir male or female? It’s inconsistent.