The Third Prince Of Darkness

The grand feast continued at full speed, and once everyone had finished their meal, the nobles approached our table one by one, offering their good wishes and gifts. The parents of the girl who had been staring at me were among the first to come, and after presenting their gift, they walked away with their daughter, who was still gazing at me with interest. It was clear that this girl’s parents were important people. After all, the order in which gifts were given was more of a show of hierarchy than anything else. Additionally, envoys from neighboring states and a man who introduced himself as my stepmother, Isabella’s brother, also presented their gifts.

One important thing I realized on this last day was that nobles were excellent actors. Almost all of them were the type of people who wore masks and acted according to their own interests. In my previous life, I was mostly a person who observed and did not talk much, so my ability to see the true nature of people had developed quite well. The people I should fear are not those stupid brothers who stare daggers at me, but those who hide their hatred.

In any case, I was helpless now and could do nothing. I wished I had reincarnated into the body of an adult man, like in many other reincarnation novels. What I needed to do was gather as much information about this world as quickly as possible, especially about magic. Following all this, it was crucial for my survival not to attract attention. Therefore, I didn't have the luxury of going to read books or observe people just yet. The only thing I needed to do now was to grow up healthy. But when the time came, I wouldn’t hesitate to show my power.

"Congratulations again, Luci. God has certainly blessed you with such a sweet boy" said Isabella.

"Thank you. I hope you too will have a sweet child soon" my mother replied, causing Isabella to cough up what she was drinking.

They were likely exchanging barbed words, but I didn't quite understand. I recalled the scene when Isabella entered my room and tried to make me eat that strange plant. I always wondered why she did that. Frankly, I doubted she wanted to kill me, because my mother’s servant knew Isabella had entered my room. If she killed me, it was likely that someone would punish her. When another thought crossed my mind, I realized what Isabella might have intended.

She had come to my room the day before the Fate Water tradition. This showed she wanted to change what the cauldron would reveal and sabotage the day of the Fate Water tradition. That plant would affect the Fate Water, showing something in the water that would harm me or my mother. And what about the wizard with the strange staff? Was he working with Isabella? Was it Isabella’s plan that he couldn’t explain or wouldn’t explain my Fate Water?

In any case, Isabella was far from being a friend. What Isabella did was not a good thing, and I must never forget this. Wait a second… What if I forget? After all, I’m still a baby, and babies' memories fade. No one remembers what they did or saw as a baby! Of course, I wasn’t a normal baby, but I still shouldn’t take the risk… I need to secretly write these things down somewhere and make sure no one sees them.

Finally, without any other significant events, the birth festival organized for me ended, and I set out to implement my plans…

(Six Months Later, The Queen's Palace)

Right now, I was busy drawing something with a crayon on a blank sheet of paper like a normal baby would do. After about six months, I had found a way to keep the memories of my babyhood alive for later.  I was preserving important events by drawing pictures. Unfortunately, because of the constant worry of being watched, I couldn't write, but I could draw pictures, like any baby could. The key point was to make the drawings as bad as possible, and since I had no talent in that area, it was a simple task.

The main reason for drawing poorly was so that no one would notice and understand, but my bigger concern was that my future self wouldn't understand it. Therefore, I hid some small writings from the drawings. For now, I had finished my task, and the last thing I drew was that girl glaring at me. It wasn't something significant, but a voice inside me told me I should draw it. Also, to avoid suspicion, I had to draw another picture. So, I drew one of me with my mother; of course, it was very bad, but the big breasts... umm, and the white hair I drew made it clear it was my mother.

Now, all I had to do was wait. Since I usually hid these pictures in the garden, I first needed to get out of the window. As we were in the queen's palace, there weren't many guards, and all the guards were women. Sometimes my mother would leave me alone and take care of her work, but at night she would come back again. I think there was a job or a task that queens had to do.  Also, since my bed was right next to the window, I could easily get out, but no one should see me. My only problem right now was Emilia.

Emilia was always with me because she was my personal bodyguard, but thank God she was a woman. Like every woman, she had her period, and that was when I had an opportunity to be alone. Emilia was currently on her period, so I was waiting for her to go to the bathroom, and finally, unable to bear the pain, she rushed to the bathroom. Since there were still female guards outside the door protecting me, I wasn't in danger... I hoped.

Now I needed to get up and execute my plan. I quickly crawled onto the bed, climbed up the books I had previously placed there, and crawled swiftly on the soft bed to the window. From there, I placed my foot on the flowerpot below and climbed down.

"Huh, this is so tiring."

I took out the papers I had hidden inside the baby's diaper I used before and put them inside the secret compartment next to the flowerpot. I quickly closed the round lid, covered it with soil, and finally camouflaged my secret stash completely by placing some long branches over it.

Just as I was trying to stand up by leaning on the wall to go back, I heard footsteps. I rushed behind the flowers as I had no other choice, but when someone grabbed my clothes from behind and lifted me into the air, I almost wet myself. 

When I turned around and came face to face with her, I was sure my end had come.

Long black hair and blood-red eyes stared directly at me. Her unusually beautiful face and the light dress she wore would definitely have stirred an organ if I weren't a baby. She was still holding me in the air like a rag doll with one hand... or rather, two fingers. Wait... even if I were a baby, I wasn't this light. Given that she was holding me with two fingers, the woman in front of me was more dangerous than I had anticipated.

But at that moment, I felt my baby body was about to betray me, and I tried to control myself as much as possible. My manly pride was at stake now. I had to hold on! I had to hold on! But... "Prrft!"

"Fuck it! Fuck me! All my manly honor is trampled!!"

Just as I was about to fall into depression from what I had just experienced, I suddenly heard a very sweet giggle. When I looked at Isabella, I saw her chuckling, and soon her seductive laughter filled the garden."Hahahahaha!"