It has been six months since I was reborn—perhaps even longer, as I've lost track of time.
It's incredibly boring, like being a baby with an adult's mind. I can't walk, talk, or move. The only thing I can do is think.
In these six months in this new world, I've learned a lot about my new family and much more.
I've learned how to crawl, and I understand a significant amount of this new language.
It seems my name is Arthur, and I am a prince of the royal family.
The word "crown" brings a lot to mind. Sigh. It appears I am in the same role as in my past life—like it's my fate.
My mother's name is Alice, and my father's name is Ron. The maid who takes care of me is named Lea, and I know she is not just an ordinary maid; she is something extraordinary.
*Sigh.*
This is not enough information; I need to learn more, but I need time.
As I crawled, my new mother immediately caught me in her embrace.
"My little baby, you are truly wonderful. When you grow up, I believe you will achieve great things."
She was warm and kind, but her expectations for my future felt overwhelming for a child, though not for me.
*Sigh.*
This is the downside of my title—Crown. As much as I dislike it, it has brought many benefits to me.
"My little baby sighs like an old man—eww, it's cute!"
She lifted me high into the air with her hands.
Ugh, it's so dizzying!