It had been a few days since the Expedition to try Unnamed Nation, and eventually, the fear had melted down, as each nation was ready for a war that might not come, but it was better to prosper.
And in the Dragon Nation, as in the Mansion was Albion, as he was in his room, he was making the Light Glyph that was thought by spellcode, as he was repeating this same one. He was trying to perfect it; many Light Orbs floated around him, as he was trying to hold on to it.
His was still Silver and Blue, but now they were more; he was trying to master this before he went to Lightfrom Project, as he stopped and took a look at the Glyph.
"This does resemble the Glyph from The Owl House".
Albion thought for a bit, as he smirked. "Nice, still, I need to get used to using magic".
As Albion stared at the light glyph floating before him, a knock came from the door.
"Come in," Albion said without turning.
The door opened gently, and Chame peeked in, holding a tray with some tea and snacks. "You've been at it all morning, Young Master. Don't forget to take breaks."
Albion smiled faintly, standing up and stretching. "I will. I think I finally stabilized three orbs in a row."
Chame placed the tray on the table and walked over to examine the floating orbs. "They're brighter now," she noted. "More controlled, too. I can feel the warmth coming off them."
"I'm trying to make them move in a pattern next," Albion explained. "Spellcode said the next step is forming glyph chains—combining two or more glyphs for greater effects."
As if summoned, Spellcode himself entered, arms behind his back, watching the scene unfold. "I see you're already thinking ahead. Excellent. You truly are your father's son."
Albion turned to face him. "What's next then, Spellcode?"
The man tapped his staff, and a glyph appeared midair—a more intricate shape, involving two interlocking circles surrounded by four smaller diamonds. "This is the Light Push. It allows you to use your light magic to apply force—like a shove or even a leap. It's beginner-level, but when used creatively, it's quite versatile."
He handed Albion a blank glyph scroll. "Try drawing it with your mana. Let the orbs guide you."
Albion nodded and knelt on the floor, breathing deeply. The Light Orbs he'd made earlier began to spin around him in a slow orbit. Carefully, he pressed his palm against the scroll and traced the glyph Spellcode had shown.
Lines of light were carved into the paper and the moment he completed the pattern, a gust of force erupted outward—knocking a small book off the shelf behind him.
Spellcode smiled, unbothered. "That's the one. Try applying it to your feet, or a wall. Once you get the control right, you'll be able to move in ways others can't."
Albion looked at his hands, then the glyph again. "Like a light-based version of parkour…"
"Exactly," Spellcode said, amused. "And once you master glyph chaining, you'll be able to create dazzling combinations. But it all begins with control."
Chame smiled as she poured tea. "You're doing great, Young Master."
Albion took a deep breath, a small grin forming. "Then let's keep going."
Spellcode then looked at him as he spoke. "Now cancel the spell before you move"
Albion was a bit confused as he accidentally took a step. "Wh-".
As he moved at high speed and smacked into the wall, Spellcode chuckled, and Chame was trying not to laugh at her Young master.
"That is why".
Albion groaned from the floor, his face now perfectly acquainted with the stone wall. "Ow… Okay, yeah. I get it now," he muttered, rubbing his forehead as he sat up, light glyph flickering out.
Spellcode approached with an amused smile. "Magic is not just about activation. Control includes knowing when to deactivate it. That's the difference between a spellcaster and a glowing missile."
Chame stifled another laugh behind her hand. "You flew, Young Master."
Albion sighed dramatically, flopping back on the ground. "At least I didn't crash through the window."
"Progress," Spellcode nodded mock-seriously. "Still, that's the kind of experience you won't forget. You'll remember to cancel the glyph next time."
Albion grinned up at the ceiling. "Yeah, lesson learned. No more accidental warp strikes."
Spellcode extended a hand to help him up. "Next, we'll work on timed glyphs. Glyphs you set to activate after a delay or under certain conditions after you master this."
Albion took his hand, eyes sparking with excitement. "Now that sounds cool."
"You'll be writing magic traps in no time," Chame added, already imagining the mischief her Young Master would get up to with those.
And so, training continued—painfully, hilariously, and full of growth. The art of glyph magic was just beginning to unfold for Albion, and each mishap only brought him closer to mastery.
After a while, Albion made a Light Push Glyph into an apple, as he tapped, the Apple was sent flying out the window, which was already open.
Chame writes down in her note. "Too much Magic"
Albion picked up another apple and made the same thing, as this time it just made a Thud in the ground, Chame took another note
"Too little Magic"
The best way to train this magic, as Spellcode had said, was to make sure the object could be pushed in the right way, trying it over and over again was the best way to train it that was the way to train all magic, practice, it was a time like this Albion wishes he was Reborn with a Cheet System or Cheet skill like in Nobles and Fanfic he read in his past life.
Spellcode watched with a small smile as Albion adjusted the glyph again, determination glowing in his silver-blue eyes. "Good. You're learning more from the mistakes than the successes."
Albion sighed, pressing the glyph into a third apple. "Yeah, yeah. Just wish I had some cheat skill that made me a prodigy at this. Like 'Glyph God System' or 'Magic Affinity Maxed Out' or something."
Chame and Spellcode were confused by does words, but they just went with it, as they saw Albion train
He tapped the apple. It soared cleanly through the open window—not too fast, not too slow—landing with a gentle thump on a cushion Spellcode had set outside.
Chame blinked. "Perfect push."
She scribbled it down with a little star beside the note.
Spellcode nodded. "There. See? No cheat skill is needed. Just effort. Real progress."
Albion grinned. "Still, if a random system interface popped up right now and said 'Congratulations, you've unlocked Tier 1 Glyph Mastery,' I wouldn't say no."
"No system," Chame said flatly, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "You'll thank us later when you're strong without one."
Albion flopped dramatically onto the rug. "Ugh. Character development is so exhausting."
The room echoed with light laughter as Albion, apple in hand, carved his next glyph—because deep down, cheat system or not, he was starting to enjoy the process.
Albion Stomich then rubbles as he spoke. "I am Hungry".
Spellcode looked at the Clock as he spoke. "I guess a break is needed; let's see if any of the maids have made anything, which they probably have".
The trio walked; as Albion was walking, he looked at Chame; he was still wondering why she looked like Kid Version of the Chamber DragonMaid from Yu-Gi-Oh. He still wondered what was the reason for that, and he wanted to ask.
But he didn't know how to ask that, in both hiding the knowledge of his past life and also in a kid-like way that she would understand.
"Thinking is hard". Albion said to himself as he looked at Chame.
After a few minutes of walking in the Giant Castle, they arrived in the dining room, as DragonMaid and DragonButler were taking care of the place, and then the head maid responsible for the Kitchen came out.
She is a young woman with a red and white apron and a white headpiece, reminiscent of a chef. She has bright red hair and eyes. Her attire includes a white collar and cuffs, and she holds a large frying pan. In her "Dragonmaid" form, she transforms into a red dragon with scales and a large comb-like crest.
[Insert Image of Kitchen DragonMaid]
It was not her who caught Albion's eyes, but the 5-year-old girl next to her, basically a mini version of her. If he remembers currently, the Little girl was the sister of the Kitchen DragonMaid, and her name was Tillroo.
Albion looked at the two DragonMaid as he spoke in his mind in confusion. "Ok, which one is my Maid".
But something told him, that it was not the Older one.
The older DragonMaid—Kitchen DragonMaid—gave them a warm smile, bowing slightly. "Young Master Albion, Master Spellcode, Lady Chame. Lunch is ready. We've prepared roasted wyvern flank with cloud cabbage and lava-baked bread, just the way you like it."
Albion blinked, still staring subtly between the towering, confident chef and the pint-sized girl clinging to her apron. The little one, Tillroo, peeked from behind her sister's leg, her bright red eyes locking with Albion's for a split second before she quickly hid again.
Spellcode walked toward the table with a chuckle. "Don't stand there looking like you've seen a ghost, Albion. You're hungry, remember?"
"Right…" Albion mumbled as he sat down, but his thoughts weren't on the food. He looked at Tillroo again, watching as she hesitantly stepped forward with a plate twice her size, arms wobbling.
Before Albion could move, Chame was already beside Tillroo, helping her balance it. "You need to hold the edge, like this," she whispered.
"Th-Thank you," Tillroo whispered back, her cheeks a soft pink.
Albion watched them, his thoughts churning again.
She looks like a mini Kitchen DragonMaid… acts shy… and she's supposedly assigned to me? But she's like five! Is this some magical aging thing or a case of baby maids being trained early?
He stared at the food in front of him, then sighed.
I miss cheat systems. They explain everything.
As the group began to eat, the warm scent of spices and dragon-roasted meat filled the air. Kitchen DragonMaid glanced at Albion and smiled. "Tillroo's been looking forward to meeting you properly, Young Master. She's your personal assistant-in-training."
Albion almost choked on his bread. "W-What?"
Tillroo nodded shyly, looking down. "I'll be a good maid… promise…"
Albion glanced at Chame, then Spellcode, then at his food.
"...This castle just keeps getting weirder."
Albion then looked at them as he spoke. "Um, how many are they exactly".
Chame looked at him as she spoke. "Don't you remember Young Master?".
Albion started to sweat a bit as he spoke. "Um, it kinda slipt my mind".
Kitchen DragonMaid laughed as she spoke. "Your Father has assigned your 6 Personal Maids, each then your Age 5, Chame and my little Sister Tillroo are 2 out Of the 5 of them".
Albion nodded as his memories flowed again as he spoke. "I kinda remember my father saying something like that, like each of the Maids a Child of Sister of the 6 head maids, correct?".
He said with enough confidence as Tiger was trying to turn Vegan, which was a nun.
Kitchen DragonMaid gave a proud nod, her red hair bouncing slightly. "Correct! Each of the six head maids, all trusted warriors and caretakers of the royal household, entrusted one of their younger siblings or daughters to be your personal maid. It is both a sign of loyalty… and a way to train the next generation."
Tillroo beamed slightly at being acknowledged, even though she quickly hid her face behind the chair again.
Chame chimed in, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "We're not just maids, Young Master. We're your guardians, companions, and your closest allies. That's what your father said when he made the arrangement."
Albion chuckled nervously, trying to hide how absurdly anime-like that sounded to his inner isekai-loving brain. A squad of battle maids younger than me? This is some classic Noble Son in a Fantasy World setup.
"Right… so two are here. What about the others?"
Kitchen DragonMaid placed another plate down before answering. "The others will be arriving soon. Two are returning from the Fire Drake Mountains where they were training under their elder sisters, and the last one is being escorted from the Icespire Region—she's a bit… temperamental, so they're taking their time."
Spellcode, who had been quietly eating, added with a smirk, "You're going to be surrounded by very enthusiastic little dragon girls soon. Try not to panic."
Albion sighed, slumping slightly in his chair. "I feel like I'm about to become the babysitter instead of the Young Master."
Tillroo perked up, gripping the edge of the table. "We're not babies! We can cook, clean, and even use a little magic!"
Albion blinked. "You can use magic?"
Tillroo gave a serious nod. "Just a bit of fire magic! Watch!"
Kitchen DragonMaid quickly waved her hand. "No spells at the dinner table!"
Tillroo pouted and sat back down. Albion laughed softly. "Yeah… definitely not a normal life anymore."
Albion was finishing eating his food, and he let the things set in his mind. He was 5 in this world, but in his past world, he was 16 before he died of Cancer; he let it sink and just spoke in his mind.
"6 Young maids to help, 6 Young Maids that will grow by my side, 6 Young Maids that will probably have feelings for me..... Was I prepared a harem by my Father? No, it's just a coincidence. These kids, I shouldn't be having feelings for them, maybe once they are older... Ok, no, that thought process is wrong, I need to stop thinking of myself as a 17-year-old Human".
Albion wiped his mouth slowly with the cloth napkin as he stared into his empty plate, his mind churning while trying to process everything.
"I'm five. I'm five. Mentally seventeen, maybe, but physically five. These girls are five. I should not be thinking in fanfic tropes right now."
He sighed deeply.
Chame tilted her head, noticing his expression. "Young Master… are you okay?"
Albion gave her a practised smile. "Yeah, just thinking about Glyphs again. Nothing serious."
Spellcode raised an eyebrow but didn't pry. The old mage had seen enough to know when someone was hiding deeper thoughts, but he respected the boy's space—for now.
In Albion's mind, he thought: I just need to focus on my goals. Survive. Grow. Master magic. Protect this Nation. The rest… let it come later.
Kitchen DragonMaid returned with a small plate of cookies for dessert. "A little sugar always helps clear the mind, Young Master."
Albion took one slowly. "Thanks. I think I'll train more after this."
Tillroo immediately perked up. "Can I watch you practice again?!"
Chame nodded. "I'll join, too; I want to understand the Glyphs more."
Spellcode stood up, stretching. "Then it's settled. Dessert, then training. Let's see if you can break fewer windows this time."
Albion chuckled softly. "No promises."
In a different place, through a crystal ball Albion the Second looked at his son, as he smirked, as he looked at it.
"It looks like he has met the second one". He chucked as he heard a different voice, a kind female voice, which was motherly.
"I wonder what his reaction to the others will be, darling; he has grown up with Chame, but not that other".
Albion recognised this voice, it belonged to a very particular woman, someone who was close to his heart, as he spoke the name. "It will be interesting Focalor".
As he looked at her, he thought she was a fair-skinned woman with heterochromatic eyes, her right eye being light blue and her left eye dark blue. She wears a white dress, and as she looks at him, her Dragon wings are hidden, she walks up to him and looks at the Crystal.
(Image)
Albion the Second wrapped an arm gently around Focalor as she joined him, the shimmering crystal ball illuminating both of their faces in the dim room. The image within showed their son laughing, flanked by Tillroo and Chame. The sight brought a softness to Focalor's gaze.
"He's grown well… more than I expected," she said with a small smile, her fingers brushing the edge of the crystal's base.
Albion the Second nodded. "He has the will of a true Dragon. And the wisdom of someone who's… lived more than one life."
Focalor's eyes flicked up to her husband at that. "You still believe that theory? That he's a reincarnated soul?"
"I do," he said, his voice low. "There's something in his eyes. In the way he talks and how he processes magic… he's too sharp. Too experienced."
Focalor looked back at the crystal, lips curling slightly. "Perhaps. But even then, he's still a child now. Our child."
Albion the Second chuckled. "With six little shadows assigned to him. One day they'll all awaken to what they are—and to what they'll become. That's when the real trial begins."
Focalor leaned against him. "We'll be there to guide him. To prepare him. But for now… let him enjoy his days with Chame and Tillroo. Let him grow."
Albion the Second stared into the crystal a moment longer, then whispered with pride in his voice, "Let him shine."
Focalor looked at him, as she spoke. "Don't forget the Prophecy".
Albion looked at her as he spoke. "Yes, The Child Born Under The Twin Comets, one to unify the Dragons once again".
Focalor looked at him as she spoke. "That prophecy was the reason you destroyed Elzera Revolution".
Albion looked at her as he sighed. "Yes, the Ages Of The Endless War has ended; this is a new Ara has started; I thought maybe this could be an Ara of Peace".
Focalor looked at him as she spoke. "If only the Unnamed Nation could just stay quiet".
Albion the Second's gaze darkened slightly as the image in the crystal began to fade into mist. He let out a low breath, the weight of centuries sitting on his shoulders like old armour.
"The Unnamed Nation," he muttered, almost like a curse. "A scar on this world's map… no name, no king, no order. Just chaos and whispers. I had hoped sealing its gates long ago would keep it buried."
Focalor shook her head gently, her long white hair flowing down her back like moonlight. "Seals weaken. Time forgets. And something... something ancient stirs in its heart again."
Albion the Second's fingers drummed against the side of the crystal. "If the prophecy is real, if our son truly is the one who will unify the dragons, then the Unnamed Nation may not stay quiet simply because it can't. Destiny has a way of drawing storms toward the ones who shine brightest."
Focalor's eyes turned toward the distant sky beyond the stained-glass windows, where faint trails of the twin comets could still be seen in the heavens—reminders of Albion's birth.
"We've prepared him as best we can," she said quietly. "The maids… the glyphs… even Spellcode's guidance. But will it be enough when the true trials begin?"
Albion stood from his seat, walking slowly toward the window. "It will have to be. Because if he fails…" He paused, his voice firm. "Then peace will be a dream this world never wakes from."
Focalor watched him for a moment longer, then turned back toward the shadows of the room, where six dragon symbols glowed faintly—each representing one of the young maids, each linked by ancient magic to Albion.
"Then may the Twin Comets watch over him," she whispered. "Our child… the Child of Prophecy."
To be continued
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