Later during Dinner time, as Albion was with his Parents, this being the Royal table, only Albion and his Parents were there, that and his maid, Chame, Tillroo and housekee.
Other than that, Eria, Wynn, Aussa, Hiita, Lyna, Dharc, Asterion and even Vesiculo, who even did his Fiancée, weren't allowed at the table.
Albion looked at his mother, holding his Father's hand, as his father looked worried.
Focalor looked at her husband as she spoke. "Honey, it isn't that bad, we will think about it"
King Albion looked at his Wife as he spoke. "Think about it, you don't understand, if this goes on, the Public may lose trust in me, we have already been through 1 Civil war, and I had to stop one from starting just a few weeks ago".
Albion, seeing his Parents talk, decided to speak in the most childlike voice he could. "Mom? Dad? What's going on?"
Focalor stopper, as she looked at her Son. "Nothing son".
Albion looked at his parents as he spoke. "Really?".
King Albion looked at his Wife, as he looked at his 6-year-old Son. "Will, Son, let's say, that the Common People are not happy with some of the more incompetent Novels, and the way they have been running a few places".
Albion then spoke. "Why don't you get rid of them?".
The king and Queen were taken aback, by how their son had said that word, but then they cleared thege word's, as they looked at him.
Focalor sighed as she spoke. "We wish we could've done that, but in truth they have a lot of Support, so 'Getting Rid Of Them' as you say, it's not that easy".
Albion thought in his mind. "Ok, time to put my past life knowledge to work, think Albion, Think, wait wasn't there a Test in China that will solve all this, but I need to put in words so they won't get suspicious of me being reincarnated soul, Ahh, how do I do that".
Albion tapped his spoon against the table, pretending to be just a fidgety kid—but inside, his mind was racing. Ok, ok… what was it called again? Imperial… Exam? Something like that. A system where only the truly capable got to govern… yeah, that's it. But I can't just blurt out "Hey, copy China's civil service test." They'll think I've been reading forbidden scrolls or something.
He tilted his head innocently, looking at his parents. "Um… what if, instead of just picking nobles 'cause they're nobles… you made them, like… prove they're smart and good at ruling first?"
King Albion raised a brow. "Prove?"
Albion nodded, trying to keep his childlike tone. "Yeah! Like… a really, really hard school test. But not math or boring stuff. Questions about, um… ruling, laws, fairness, how to take care of people. Then only the ones who pass can be bosses of towns."
Focalor blinked, her hand pausing on her wine glass. "…A merit-based exam for nobility?"
Chame, Tillroo, and Housekee exchanged glances but wisely said nothing.
The King leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin. "It… sounds simple, but… if done right, it could change everything. It would strip away power from those who only inherit titles, and instead favor those with ability."
"But!" Albion quickly piped up, flailing his little arms for effect, "you should still let all nobles try. That way they don't feel like you're taking away their power—just, um, making them earn it."
That actually made both his parents pause. The Queen glanced at her husband, surprised, while the King looked at his son as though he'd just sprouted a second pair of wings.
"…You're six," King Albion finally muttered.
Albion froze. "Uh…"
Focalor chuckled softly, covering for him. "Children notice more than we give them credit for, dear." She leaned toward her son with a small smile. "That's a very clever suggestion, Albion. I'll make sure your father considers it seriously."
King Albion sighed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "You might just be too clever for your own good, boy."
Albion giggled, scratching his cheek, while inside he thought: Whew. Ok, past life knowledge save, activated. I may have just accidentally invented the Civil Service Exam of Dragon France.
King Albion then spoke. "We can even use this to replace the other Novels, we can make a difference but smiler test for the Commen People, so we can put the right and brigh talens and give them title, once they prove then self we can elevate them to higher position, in this way we both keep the Capable Dragon Novels and new ones".
King Albion looked at his Son, as Albion started to shoot Bullets. "It seems your studies with House DragonMaid have been paying off".
Houseke beamed, hearing her mother being complimented by the king.
Albion chuckled as he spoke. "Yeah, she is a great teacher".
Focalor smiled as she spoke. "If she can do this in such a short time, maybe increasing your studies and adding social structure is a good idea, we were gonna wait a few years."
Albion screamed mentally, but he had to keep the child from acting up. "What's that?".
Meanwhile, in his mind, he said. "More studies Noooooooo!".
King Albion laughed heartily at his son's sudden loud distraction. "Don't play dumb, boy. You know exactly what your mother means."
Focalor raised an eyebrow, half-amused and half-serious. "It's good to nurture brilliance while it's young. Albion, your ability to understand and reform structures at such an age is rare. If you continue like this, you'll be shaping the very pillars of our kingdom before you're grown."
Albion forced a smile, nodding while his inner voice cried, I just wanted to look clever once! Not sign my soul away to endless studies!
Housekee clapped her hands softly, her tone full of pride. "With Lord Albion's wisdom, even the commoners will have a fair chance to rise by talent. This will surely strengthen the kingdom."
Chame, however, whispered to Tillroo. "You know what this means, right? Extra lessons for us too."
Tillroo's ears twitched, tail stiffening. "Wait—what!? No one told me I'd be studying more!"
Albion caught their panic and smirked mischievously, deciding to share his pain. "Of course, my loyal maids must study with me. After all, what use is a head maid if she can't keep up with her master's brilliance?"
"Eh?!" The three girls gasped in unison, faces paling.
Focalor chuckled, completely misinterpreting their reactions. "Good. Then it's settled. We shall adjust the study schedule for all of you."
Inside Albion's mind: …Oh great. Now I've doomed us all.
Meanwhile at the Guest table was, Eria, Wynn, Aussa, Hiita, Lyna, Dharc, Asterion and Vesiculo.
They were eating well, but then, Lyna spoke what's was on everyon mind.
"Why are we separate from the Royal Family?".
She was not mad, not angry, just confused, on why they had a whole different table at a different .
Vesiculo smirked as she spoke. "Simple answer, Discussion, as a Princess my Self, let's say in the Royal Table, the King and Queen can discuss anything private they want, from Socal Standing, Treat's of Revelation, Trade deal with other Countries and stuff like that".
Dharc then spoke. "That doesn't explain the maid's and other servant".
Asterion answered for him. "To server food, plus the Servants, espiecially Dragon Servants are Loyal to a T, you won't find a Mentioned in History where a Dragon Servant has ever betrayer there Master, they will take there life's for there master, us Dragon Belives is Trust and Owner is shown, then is must be given".
Aussa looked at him as she spoke. "Then Explain the war of Crystal, that Civil war we lost, and the dragons that won went to Sky Striker".
Asterion looked at her as he spoke. "That can be able at the Royal Family of that time, and Influence by the other Nation's".
Vesiculo smirked as she spoke. "And that's why, The Albaz Nation doesn't have it's Current Glory".
Asterion looked at Vesiculo as he rolled his eyes. "Will, not all of us can come from a Nation royal line that will never desiper".
Lyna pouted a little at Asterion and Vesiculo's back-and-forth. "You two sound like you're about to start your own history lecture," she muttered, pushing a piece of fruit with her fork.
Wynn gave a small laugh, breaking the slight tension. "It does make sense though… the Royal Table isn't really about food, it's about politics. Ours is… more about eating in peace."
Hiita smirked and leaned back in her chair. "Which honestly, I prefer. Can you imagine sitting up there, every bite judged, every word weighed? Nope. Give me this table any day."
Eria smiled softly. "But it is kind of lonely, isn't it? They're family too."
Asterion's expression softened at that. "Lonely, maybe. But safer. Trust me—if you sit at that table, one wrong word and suddenly your name is dragged through scrolls of record-keeping and treaties. Better to enjoy our food and watch history from here than be a part of it every meal."
Vesiculo gave a sly grin. "Besides, being 'separate' means we can talk about their secrets without whispering."
That earned a round of chuckles from the table—except Dharc, who frowned thoughtfully. "Still… even if the servants are loyal, even if this is for politics… I wonder if there's something more. A hidden reason. The King and Queen are careful with who sits near them."
That made the table fall into a small hush.
Lyna tilted her head innocently. "Like what?"
Dharc's eyes narrowed just a little. "…Like the fact that sometimes distance isn't just courtesy. It's protection—either for them, or for us."
The others exchanged glances. Even Hiita's grin faltered at that thought.
Eria's hand tightened on her cup, though her voice remained calm. "Then… the question is: which one?"
After a while Albion walked out, as they looked at him, everyone saw Tillroo, Housekee and Chame comforting him, as they all looked confused.
Asterion walked up to him as he spoke. "What's wrong?"
Albion looked at him, as he spoke in a Deadpan face. "I just increase my study load by accident".
Asterion blinked, then burst out laughing. "Wait—seriously? You accidentally asked for more studying?"
Albion sighed, his shoulders slumping. "No, I accidentally impressed them, and now they're planning to 'maximize my potential'." He made finger quotes with a dramatic flair.
Tillroo patted his back gently. "That's what happens when you're too good at everything."
Housekee tried to cheer him up. "At least you get to study with Mother again! That's not so bad, right?"
Albion gave her a flat stare. "Housekee, you don't know the horror of waking up at dawn to recite Dragon etiquette rules for three hours straight."
Chame chuckled and leaned in. "You do realize if you complain too much, they'll just add discipline training on top of your studies, right?"
Albion froze. "...Oh no. I need to shut up before someone hears me."
Asterion smirked. "Too late. With your luck, the walls probably have ears."
Albion groaned and buried his face into his hands as the others laughed softly around him.
Albion looked at them as he spoke. "Anyways now I am gonna go to sleep".
Eria looked at the clock as she spoke. "It's 8, why are going to sleep so early".
Albion looked at her as she spoke. "Because Dignitary from the Sky Striker Nation are coming and everyone from the Royal family must be there".
Vesiculo narrow her eyes as she spoke. "That's odd, it's always just the king, why would they need the whole Family?".
Chame tilted her head, ears twitching slightly. "Maybe they're trying to make some sort of… statement? Like a show of force but with smiles?"
Tillroo frowned. "Or maybe they're just being nosy. I heard the Sky Strikers don't move without hidden motives."
Housekee adjusted her glasses, thinking aloud. "If the entire royal family is being summoned, it means they want to see everyone. Study their strengths, temperaments, weaknesses… it's a very political play."
Albion sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Exactly why I want to sleep early. If they're sizing me up, I need to look sharp, not like I've been awake for days struggling through runic theory."
Asterion crossed his arms, still wary. "Something doesn't sit right. Sky Strikers don't usually care about heirs—they care about resources. What could they possibly want from you, Albion?"
Vesiculo crossed her arms. "Guess we'll find out tomorrow."
Albion gave her a dry look. "I'd rather not 'find out'. I'd rather survive the day without gaining another mountain of obligations."
The room went quiet at that, the tension of politics suddenly heavier than the comfort of their earlier banter.
To be continued
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