Wake up in the morning sun, sit up in bed and stretch.

　My little body, puffy limbs.
　I just turned three years old, my memory is still intact, but my body is growing like a person.

　The day I was born, I saw an angel, but the other side immediately sighed as if it had given up, and then it was gone.
　The angel hasn't been seen since.

　The memories that remain with me are intact.
　I was reborn as a baby with memories of my previous life, memories of living for decades.

　Alexander Carlyle.

　That is my new name.
　I was born the eldest son of the imperial duke Carlisle, and lived a life unencumbered by a nanny parasol.

　When I learned to waddle, a girl my own age was brought in beside me.

　Angelica Silva.
　My bride, the only daughter of the rising nobleman Baroness Silva.

　I saw her father's true colors.
　Those of us with memory know the power structure of the duke and the baronet.
　If the Duke insists, it's the quasi-duke who can't say no.

　My daughter-in-law, who is the same age as me, is still good.
　If the Duke is a pedophile and wants a girl who's just learned to walk for his bride, the power relations between the two sides are such that he can't say no.

　She's physically a tottering child, but in spirit she's much older than her father.
　Even though she's his wife, of course she can't look at him like that.

　Angelica - while practically watching over Angel, we have established a good playmate relationship.

Good morning to you: ...... Alec Shama: ......

　That Angier woke up beside me.
　She always sleeps in the same bed, still half asleep, and her tongue is even more slurred than usual.

Good morning Angel, do you want to go wash your face?
"Alec Shakashatakosyo ga Isukashi ga Isukashi ......
Well, let's go then.

　I pulled Angier's hand and went out of the bedroom, which was large enough to be a playground, into the hallway.
　There was a maid, Amelia, whom I knew well.
　Amelia, one of the hardest working people in the house, bowed deeply to me.

Good morning Miss Alec, are you getting ready for the morning?　Let me help you.
Don't worry, we can do it ourselves. But first, you need to tell your father I'm going to say good morning later. Otherwise, your father will come over here.
"The master is very fond of you, isn't he?
However, your father is a duke, and it would not be a relief for him to show too little dignity.
"Oh ...... Dear Alec, what a brilliant man you are. ....... I get it!　This Amelia, I'll talk to your husband,
Are you okay?
"Yes!　Just tell her the truth about Alec. If you tell the truth that Alec is the most adorable and handsome person who comes to greet you, the master will have to wait too!

　Snorting, Amelia makes an emphatic statement.
　I was almost pressured by the momentum, but you sounded like you'd understand.

Okay, then, you're in charge.
"Yes!

　　　　　*

　In the afternoon, from this day on, the tutor began to be assigned.

　In a room of a house, two study desks and a blackboard.
　The young male tutor who had been assigned to me and Angier was enthusiastic.

Then we'll start with reading and writing.
"Yes, nice to meet you.
"Oh, please.

　I bowed, and Angier, who was sitting at the desk next to me, hurried to do the same.

Then I'll pronounce it first, and then you can read it.

　The tutor wrote the letters on the blackboard and read them with clear pronunciation.
　Angier and I would read them as we were told, imitating them.
　After the tutor taught us how to read, we were instructed to dictate the words in our notebooks.

　It's new to learn letters from scratch, it's been decades since I've done something like this.
　I take it easy, but Angier works hard.

　It's so adorable to see a newborn baby doing this, I want to reach out and pat his head.

　By the way, this study room is not a closed room.
　It's not the window that's open, but the door.

　Through the open door, your father and mother are in the hallway, watching us as we study.
　What they are doing is a peeping Tom, but I can see it.

　They are both on edge, the normalcy of parental idiots.

Then let me see what you wrote.

　After completing the dictation, the tutor retrieved our notes and graded them with a red pen.

　It wasn't much, so I came right back.

Wow, that's a hundred.
"Good for you, Angel.
"Yes!　Thank you!　Dear Alec!

　Angel's appearance was so adorable that she finally reached out and gave him a nudge on the head.
　Angier smiled shyly and prettily.

　I glanced at my notebook, the handwriting is so serious.
　It's a talent to write beautiful handwriting, but I think it's a human talent to try to write seriously.
　It will be interesting to see what kind of person Ange will become when she grows up.



"Oh, Alec, you're studying-

　My father came into the room.
　He asked me if I was studying in a very loud and confused voice.
　You want to pretend you just walked in.

Let's see, Alec's score is ......

　Your father's expression changed.

"What is the matter with you, father?
"95 points or ...... No, enough for your first time, hmm. More than that, your handwriting is good, mm!
"95 points?

　This is very surprising.
　There's no way I could have made a mistake on a test that I'm teaching to a three-year-old.

Father, let me see it.
"No, this is Alec's first test, first as an heirloom--
"Let me see.
"Hmm, hmm?

　With a curious nod of his head at my unusually strong tone, your father handed me the notebook.
　I looked at the notebook.
　Where most of the answers were correct, there was an X.

...... teacher.
"Yes, what can I do for you, Mr. Alec?
This is the thing about these characters
Yes, that was close. There is no splash there.
No, splash. It's a little old--and rigidly written.
"Huh?

　A pompous tutor.
　As he listened, your father snatched the note from my hand.
　×I nodded with a straight face, not in angry parent-idiot mode.

Mm, you're right, Alec. I'm going to be more intentional about writing this in my official documents.
"Oh, really? It's shallow and silly. ......

　The tutor tries to cover it up with a dry laugh, while your father's straight face momentarily but quickly reverts to parental idiot mode again.

I didn't know you could figure this out: ...... Alec is still a genius.
"Let me see you
"Mm!
"Well, ...... this good handwriting, Alec is a clever one.
"Mm!　Such intelligence, I'd have no problem handing over the governorship now!
"Yeah!
No, you can't.

　I was surprised to hear you say that, but then my mother chided my father.

"I hope Alec will have a better childhood. It will be a while before he makes a name for himself in the world.

　I'm assuming that you want to make a name for yourself, mother. .......

Hmm, that's true too. I'll have to hang on for a few more years!

　No father, good luck with your decades, not years.
　You're still young enough and if I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't even be thirty years old yet.

Anyway, it's going to be an heirloom!　No, let's get the Church to recognize the holy grail.
That's a good idea.

　My parents said so and walked out of the room with my notebook.
　What do you mean, this is ...... strange.