Albion looked at his father as he spoken. "So, what now?".
King Ablion looked at his son as he spoked. "Will, we need to Control the blast, and breath, after all you don't actually want hit your Allie's in the battlefield now do you?".
Albion tilted his head. "Fair point… but how do I control something that feels like it wants to burn through the horizon?"
King Albion grinned knowingly. "That, my son, is the difference between a hatchling and a dragon. Any fool can roar fire or light in a straight line. But a warrior—" he tapped his own chest "—can bend that roar where it needs to go, when it needs to go."
He stepped back and pointed toward a series of stone training dummies arranged in a semicircle. Some were right in front of Albion, others were far to the side.
"Lesson two," the king declared, "is Directional Breath Control. Hit only the targets I name, and if you scorch the wrong one… you're doing laps around the castle."
Albion squinted. "Define 'laps'."
"Every tower. Twice."
Albion groaned but stepped into position. He took a breath, focusing on the glow in his core. The first pulse of energy surged upward toward his throat—wild, powerful, eager to escape.
"Left dummy!" King Albion barked.
Albion snapped his head left and unleashed the beam. The stone figure exploded into shards.
"Front!"
He turned back and fired—perfect hit.
"Far right!"
Albion hesitated just a moment too long. The beam clipped two dummies, shattering both.
King Albion crossed his arms. "…Two towers. Twice."
Albion groaned again. "This is going to be a long morning."
Albion was doing the two laps, across the two towers, as he was panting but still going on, as the rest of the group were watching him.
Hiita was the first to speak. "You know, most Royal children don't have to go through things like this, is this normal just different here?".
Dharc shrugged, leaning against the railing as he watched Albion drag himself along the path between the towers. "Depends on the kingdom. In most places, the royal kids get sword lessons, history lectures, and a lot of fancy dinners. Here?" He gestured toward Albion, who was halfway up the second tower staircase. "Apparently, you get cardio until your legs cry for mercy."
Wynn tilted her head. "It's… actually kind of impressive. I mean, he is only six."
Eria chuckled. "Yeah, but he's also part dragon. Pretty sure his definition of 'tired' is different from ours."
Chame, sitting on the railing with Tillroo, piped up. "Nope, that's real tired. Trust me, I've seen that face before—it's the 'I regret all my life choices' face."
Tillroo grinned. "At least he's not dodging fireballs at the same time. That's next week."
Hiita blinked. "…What kind of training program is this place running?"
Lyna deadpanned. "The 'don't die when war inevitably happens' kind."
Just then, Albion reached the top of the second tower, waved halfheartedly to show he was still alive, and started his descent for lap two.
Wynn smirked. "You think he's gonna make it?"
Dharc shrugged again. "If he doesn't, the king will probably just yell 'again' and make him do it twice more."
Albion was going down the top of the second tower. He took a breath as he was taking a deep breath. "I thought being Reborn as Royal meant Royal Life, but instead of the first 5 days of being Reborn, I got Lost in the wild lands, found Eria and Wynn, Survived Traptix Assassin, almost drowned, and now this".
He then stopped and took a deep breath. "Well, at least I am not gonna be a brat".
Able was so glad that nobody could hear him as he went down the tower, fully, as Light Orb stopped him on the floor.
King Ablion looked at his Son, as he spoke. "Your Laps are done, now back to your breath Control".
Albion took a deep breath, as he caught his breath, as Chame, Tillroo, and Houskee went to Albion to check up on him, just like any maid to their master. "I am ok girls".
Houskee pouted, folding her arms. "You don't look okay, Young Master. You look like you just wrestled a wyvern and lost."
Tillroo gave a teasing smirk. "Nah, he's fine. That's just the 'I'm trying not to collapse in front of people' face."
Chame tilted her head with mock concern. "Should I fetch some juice? Or a pillow? Or maybe both, in case you pass out mid-drink?"
Albion rolled his eyes but gave a small smile. "I said I'm fine… really. Just… give me a second before I have to do whatever 'breath control' means."
King Albion chuckled from behind them. "Oh, it's exactly what it sounds like… except we'll be doing it while firing controlled blasts."
Albion blinked at him. "Blasts? Like… fireballs?"
The king's grin widened. "Light beams, actually. Focused, precise, and fast. No point in flying if you can't aim."
Wynn muttered from the sidelines. "Oh boy… here we go again."
Eria smirked. "At least this time, he's not doing laps between towers."
Hiita crossed her arms. "Yet."
Albion sighed in his head. Yup. Definitely not a brat. Just a very tired reincarnated prince with no break policy.
The rest of the day passed, as the 6-year-old Dragon Boy was now on the ground, after many Light Breath Attacks and hitting the Stone Dummies again, multiple times.
He was on the ground, Chame had brought a Pillow, catching him before his head hit the ground. Tillroo brought him Juice after the day and the housekeeper checked on him.
Eria and Wynn looked at the semi-bunted ground and the grass, as they were impressed.
King Albion then spoke. "It's Great, you have improved, but you're not way near mastery, my Son".
Albion just gave him an Are you for real face. It was as if he just sighed. After that was done, it was studies, and oh boy, he had to learn.
Teaching him was the Housekeeper's mother and head of all the Maids in this damm Mansion/Castle, House Dragon maid.
House DragonMaid stood at the front of the study room with the air of someone who had raised more royals than she cared to count — and scolded all of them equally.
"Sit up straight, Young Master," she said in that calm-but-terrifying tone only head maids seemed to possess. "A strong back supports a strong mind, and right now yours looks like it's trying to escape."
Albion groaned, slowly straightening in his chair. "You know… after flying drills and blasting rocks all day, I think my back is trying to escape."
House DragonMaid didn't miss a beat. "Good. Then it can carry the knowledge I am about to pour into it while it runs away."
Wynn leaned over to Eria, whispering with a smirk. "She's scarier than King Albion."
Eria nodded quickly. "Oh, definitely. The King yells. She disappoints you."
From the corner, Chame, Tillroo, and Houskee sat with notepads, dutifully "taking notes" — though Chame's paper had doodles of wyverns, Tillroo was writing down snack recipes, and Houskee was actually documenting everything like a true maid-in-training.
"This kingdom prospered for centuries, trading with the sea tribes and growing powerful. But as the blessings faded over generations, strife arose, and from its collapse, six more kingdoms would emerge — each carrying a fragment of that original divine heritage."
Albion leaned back in his chair, musing silently. So basically… first kingdom was the DLC starter pack with all the buffs, and everyone else got the hand-me-downs.
Eria blinked as she spoke. "I know this history, but Sky Striker Nation instead of Ra it's written it was The Goddes Slifer who summons lands from the Sky".
Wynn adjusted her posture and crossed her arms. "Yeah, and in the Maliss Nation, they say it was the Sacred Beast Hamon who forged the land with lightning."
Hiita snorted. "In Fiendsmith Nation, we're told it was their own Dark Deity that burned the sea away, creating the land. No Ra, no Slifer, no Hamon—just good old-fashioned fire."
Albion pinched the bridge of his nose. So basically… every nation's history is just their god being the main character of the story.
House DragonMaid simply smiled knowingly. "That, Young Master, is the first lesson of history: every kingdom believes its truth. The facts are buried beneath the pride of nations."
Dharc raised a brow. "Or, more simply put, history is just a popularity contest for gods."
Albion scribbled another note in the margin: Step one to starting my nation—get a flashy god in my corner.
House DragonMaid flipped through the next page. "Anyway, back to that topic, it was said, the Blessings of Ra, gave the Original Royal Family, powers that many didn't have, many even called Demi Gods, even do that part is probably just made up".
Albion tilted his head. "Wait, so either they were demi-gods… or just really, really good at marketing?"
House DragonMaid chuckled softly. "Exactly. A good ruler must be strong, but an even better ruler must make others believe they are stronger than they truly are."
Wynn smirked. "So… politics."
Hiita leaned back in her chair. "Or lying with extra steps."
Albion tapped his chin, thinking. If the original royals really did get powers from Ra, maybe it wasn't just a myth. In this world, gods might've actually walked the earth…
House DragonMaid turned the page again, her tone still calm. "Regardless of truth, their bloodline ruled for centuries, until the split into the Seven Nations."
Eria leaned forward. "And let me guess—the 'split' part is where the fun drama happens?"
House DragonMaid's lips curled into a faint smile. "Oh… you have no idea."
Albion looked at the DragonMaid as he spoke. "What, were there blessings?".
Lyna then answered. "Their Light Magic was unmatched, they could get power from the Sun, they grew stronger in the day, and were unstable in the High Noon, their Light attributes were unmatched, or that's what the books said".
Everyone blinked as they just looked at each other. House DragonMaid fixed her glasses as she spoke. "Will, it looks like one of your friends is well-versed in History, Young Master. You can learn something from them, know?".
Albion gave Lyna a side glance. "Great, so you're the walking history book now."
Lyna smirked, puffing her chest a little. "Better than being the walking trouble magnet."
Wynn snorted. "She's got you there."
Albion just sighed, leaning back in his chair. Fantastic. She knows history, I know how to almost get assassinated. Real balanced skill set we've got here.
House DragonMaid adjusted her glasses again, clearly amused. "Knowledge is just as important as power, Young Master. The wisest rulers surround themselves with those who know what they do not."
Hiita grinned. "Translation: you better keep Lyna around, or you'll be lost halfway through your own royal archives."
Albion groaned. "I get it, I get it… 'teamwork makes the dream work.'"
House DragonMaid simply turned the page. "Exactly. Now… let's move on to the wars that nearly erased three nations from the map."
Albion then spoke. "Was this the war of Crystal".
House DragonMaid looked at him as she spoke. "No, that was Civil War that happened recently in our Nation, The Albaz/Dragon Nation, this happened Millions of years ago, this was called the Battle of Chaos".
Albion just spoke in his head. "Isn't that the name of a Pack of Yu-Gi-Oh cards back in my original world?".
Wynn tilted her head. "Battle of Chaos… never heard of it."
Eria crossed her arms. "That's because most records from that era were destroyed. The only reason we even know it happened is because fragments of the Chaos Tablets were found in the ruins near the Dark-Earth border."
Hiita raised an eyebrow. "So what, some ancient war where everyone blew each other up with magic?"
House DragonMaid gave her a sharp look. "Some ancient war? This conflict nearly shattered the balance of the six attributes. The sky turned black for years, the seas boiled, and even the sun itself dimmed."
Albion just kept nodding along while thinking, Yup. 100% sounds like a Yu-Gi-Oh expansion set description.
Lyna gave him a side-eye. "You look… way too casual about all this."
Albion shrugged. "What? I'm listening." And also wondering if they had collector's editions back then
House DragonMaid looked at him as she closed her Book. "Young master I would like you to take these lessons seriously, this might be important, if your father ever thinks of sending you to the Elit Dragon Academy".
Albion straightened up a little at that. "Elite Dragon Academy?"
House DragonMaid adjusted her glasses. "The most prestigious school for young dragons and half-dragons across all seven nations. Only the strongest, most disciplined, and most promising heirs are accepted. It is where future generals, scholars, and rulers are forged."
Chame's eyes sparkled. "Oh! My mom says the Academy's training grounds are as big as entire cities!"
Tillroo puffed her chest. "And their kitchens are legendary! You could eat for a week and never try the same dish twice!"
Hiita smirked. "Sounds less like school and more like a five-star battlefield resort."
Albion rubbed his chin. So… basically dragon Hogwarts, but with less owls and more breath weapons.
House DragonMaid's tone sharpened. "Which is why, young master, if you do attend, you must know your history, your magic, and your etiquette. The Academy will not tolerate… shortcuts."
Albion held up his hands. "Alright, alright, I'll take it seriously." …Just as soon as I figure out how to not get my tail handed to me by some arrogant rich dragon kid.
After that, he had taken time to learn about the Battle of Chaos.
And from how House DragonMaid was avoiding some part, it was a Brutal war. After that was done, what came next was Math's.
Many of the things from his past life and those in this life match, will it be easy?
He died as a Teen in his old world, so anything for 6 6-year-olds was super easy for him. Which had a bad effect, seeing his Progress and how fast he was doing, had House DragonMaid the idea that he might be gifted in the Subject of Matches.
So he was reading this no kid should do, or even calculated kids his age wouldn't be able to do.
Albion sat at the desk, pencil in hand, staring at a problem that looked like it belonged in a college entrance exam, not a 6-year-old's workbook.
"House DragonMaid," he muttered, "are we sure this isn't… advanced sorcery disguised as math?"
She stood beside him, arms folded, watching like a hawk. "Nonsense, young master. It's merely a multi-variable equation using celestial arc measurements. Very basic."
Basic for who? Time-traveling mathematicians? Albion thought, his eye twitching.
Still, thanks to the carryover from his past life, the numbers started clicking into place in his head. He scribbled the final answer and slid the paper forward.
House DragonMaid's eyes flicked over the page, then she adjusted her glasses. "Correct… again. Fascinating. Your cognitive processing speed is abnormally high for your age. Perhaps you possess an innate gift for quantitative reasoning."
Albion groaned internally. Great. I've just unlocked "Math Prodigy" mode in her head. Now she's going to bury me under enough problems to make a calculator cry.
Sure enough, she set down another, thicker stack of papers with an utterly innocent smile. "Let's test the limits of your endurance, young master."
From the corner of the room, Chame whispered to Tillroo, "He's doomed."
Tillroo nodded solemnly. "At least he'll die smart."