The Beginning Of The Ruler
Chapter 03: Beginning

SAMANTHA WHITE POV:

Arthur has to be the most adorable baby, and I'm not saying this because I'm a loving mother.

No. gabe.

She and her disheveled little part with her sparkling white blonde hair and witty eyes, were almost emitting a blue light while her gaze, at times, seemed almost intelligent.

No, no, I told you, I'm not a loving mother. I plan to be a strict and fair mother. I can't count on my husband to teach the White One a little common sense. For God's sake, he tried to teach my baby how to fight when he could barely crawl.

I knew this little bastard would be like his father if I let him. As soon as he started crawling, I was so proud that I almost shed tears, but I had no idea how much he would soon become mobile.

I swear, there was not a single moment where I could take my eyes off of her before she crawled into the study room. How strange. We made sure to buy him lots of stuffed animals and wooden toys to play with, but he always went to the study room. ITU, at least directly opposite to his father, saw how Reynolds almost stayed away from longer texts than weekly newspapers.

Seeing how excited he was when we went to town, I decided to go shopping for food once every day instead of twice a week.

No, no, I told you, I'm not a loving mother. This was for his education about the outside world and for fresh food at home. Yes hahaha.

My son seems interested in a lot of things. I couldn't get tired of seeing his head, which looked so disproportionate to his small body, turn left and right while trying to pick up everything around him. He seemed very interested in his father's training.

Reynolds was a fairly competent adventurer in the past. Becoming a B-class adventurer at the age of twenty-eight is actually a pretty quick climb. Obtaining an E-class rank, the lowest rank, required a test to prevent us from sending such an excited but foolish teenager to their deaths. As for the higher ranks, I have only seen a few A-class adventurers over the years working there and I have never seen an S-class adventurer, assuming they really exist.

Working in the Adventurers Guild, or what we used to call the Guild Hall, back then in Valdez, I saw too many excited teenagers. I swear, I'm surprised they didn't drift because their too high egos reached their heads.

At least they are ambitious.

Once, I was assigned to supervise a basic practice exam, where examinees had to demonstrate basic competency in their mana manipulation, but even before the exam began, the exam was conducted, the boy fell directly onto his back because the sword he was carrying had fallen.

Speaking of fools, Reynolds really looked like a fool back then. The moment he saw me in the Guild Hall, his jaw completely fell and he just stood there until the person in line behind him elbowed him to hurry. He hurriedly wiped his saliva and managed to mutter ".. h. hai .. can I exchange ... items for the mission?" I only giggled as she blushed in embarrassment.

He managed to muster up the courage to take me out to dinner and we got on right from there. Even now, I could only smile when I saw her gloomy blue puppy eyes staring at me.

White somehow ends up with both of our redemptive properties, making it much more adorable. You should see her when I have to change her diaper. I don't know why, but she'll start blushing on her cheeks and covering her face with her little fingers.

Note: The meaning of the word White, the meaning of the name Arthur White so called White.

Can a baby his age feel embarrassed?

The next milestone that made it into my baby journal, which was purely for educational purposes, by the way, and not because I was a loving mother, was when she first said mama.

I told her to say "Mama" again and again, just to make sure I didn't hear wrong. Reynolds sulked all day because Art said "Mama" before "Dada."

Haha, I won!

The rest of the year passed pleasantly with my son accompanying me wherever I went and often looked out the window to see his father training after dinner. I'm glad Reynolds stopped being an adventurer and instead took a guard position near our town. Being an adventurer may have made more money, but not knowing when or if my husband would come home is not worth the extra amount of money. Especially after that incident…

To our relief, Little White never got sick, but often, I found her sitting still while closing her eyes. At first, I thought he was having a hard time eliminating himself, but after checking the first few times, it didn't seem like so.

How strange, I don't know what to do. I thought a baby her age should be energetic and agile, but after the episode of escaping into the study room, she seemed to spend a lot of time sitting still, almost meditating.

I was worried at first, but even though it would happen several times a day, it only lasted for a few minutes and Art would seem happy afterwards. The way he raised his hand and looked at me made me want to devour him.

*Ahem*Not a loving mother.

ARTHUR WHITE POV:

About two years had passed since I made my arduous journey to the study room.

From then on, I constantly tried to gather the small parts of mana scattered across my body and focused them in an attempt to form a mana core. Let me tell you, it is a slow and difficult task. I will find myself easier trying to learn how to walk with my hands and eat with my feet on this damned body than trying to make my Mana Core condense.

I can understand why the book says that it takes at least until adolescence for someone to 'wake up'. If I let the mana particles in my body move on their own, it would take at least a decade for them to be attracted to each other to form something close to the mana nucleus.

Instead ... The advantage of having an adult's mental capacity means that I have the cognitive ability to consciously fuse my Mana particles. This is something I did as a child in my past life at school, where they taught you from childhood to learn how to control Qi. Basically, it can sense the Qi, or what is now called Mana, in your own body and force them together near the solar plexus. If left alone, the particles would eventually slowly drift apart from each other, but I just took the feathers and stuffed them into the twill sack instead of waiting for them to float by myself, figuratively of course.

The daily ritual consisted of me trying to spend as much of my limited energy as possible to gather my Mana while avoiding the suspicions of my mother and father. My father seemed to think that throwing a child in the air would be a lot of fun. While I understood there would be some sort of adrenaline effect that might excite some people, when mana was used to strengthen his arm, and I was thrown into the air like a high-speed projectile, the only feelings I have are nausea and trauma. Fearof heights.

Fortunately, my mother had a pretty strong hold on my father, but my mother sometimes scared me. I often caught him staring at me, half drooling, looking at me like I was some kind of premium meat.

I try to adapt to my body by just speaking in very simple sentences. After I first said "Mama" to tell her that I wanted more food, she almost cried happily. It has been a long time since I received this kind of maternal affection. Since then, I limited myself to just trying to speak enough to get the point across, no grammar needed.

Besides, my training speed was heavy and slow, but I got a pretty big start compared to everyone else so I didn't complain.

These past two years, not in vain, because I finally gathered all my mana into my solar plexus and was in the middle of condensing the mana core when …

*EXPLOSION*

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