Two years.

  As a baby, two years may have been a series of vague moments, colored by ughter, crying, and loving adult cuddles. But for me, these two years were a painful exile. Punishment without crime, endless torture, and worst of all, I couldn't even compin about it.

  From the first day I opened my eyes in this body, my new destiny was decided. I was just a baby, nothing more and nothing less. I couldn't speak clearly, couldn't move my body freely, and most agonizingly, I had to accept that I was completely dependent on others.

  And who is the most powerful person in my life right now?

  Anna.

  If there was a perfect torture device, she was it. I didn't even have to analyze too far to deduce that, simply by the fact that she spoke to me like she was speaking to her own best friend, unaware that I was, technically, just a baby who couldn't even reply to her compints.

  First Half Year....

  I y down. I drink milk. I sleep. That's my only life.

  If I were still in my old life, I would have lost my mind just by living my days like this.

  But in the end, my body was still a baby's body. I started to be able to roll my body over, practicing my fine motor skills, and feeling what it was like to be a helpless creature that couldn't get up at will.

  However, there was one thing I couldn't do. Smile. Smile deliberately to manipute the people around me.

  Many babies would ugh and smile at their parents, showing their innocent happiness that fascinated everyone. But me? I had no desire to py this charade. So, I just kept quiet. Staring bnkly at the people holding me, receiving all forms of care without the slightest expression that they could interpret in return.

  "Young master, you should smile a little! Smiling is healthy!" She said in her typical excruciatingly optimistic tone.

  Anna was the first to take issue with my pin expression. However, since I couldn't give her a response, she eventually assumed that I was just a "quiet" baby.

  First Year....

  I started to crawl.

  Not something to be proud of, considering that this is a normal development for a baby of this age. However, for someone who already has a consciousness like myself, it feels like going back to ground zero in life.

  However, I couldn't compin. Instead, I began to turn my attention to something more important; speaking.

  Although I knew a lot of vocabury, I couldn't pronounce it perfectly right away. My tongue was still stiff, my voice was still unstable, and I had to get used to using a vocal instrument that wasn't fully developed.

  So, I started talking.

  "B… Boo..."

  "Young master! You want mistress Aurelia?"

  "Boo... K..."

  "Ah! You want a book? Wow, I didn't expect you to have an interest in reading so early!" she replied, as she ran to her room and back to mine as fast as she could on her slender legs.

  Anna immediately brought me a picture book about animals, I could only stare at her with a bnk expression. Sure, I knew she wouldn't give me an encyclopedia; but still, it felt disappointing.

  I collected various everyday vocabury, practiced my pronunciation with simple words, and slowly improved my speaking skills.

  But there's one thing I try to avoid, words reted to science. I hate science.

  However, without realizing it, I always almost recite scientific words whenever I think about something. Sometimes, I even felt that my brain was trying to rebel by reminding me of things I didn't want to remember.

  One Year and a Half....

  I can stand up, and I can walk.

  The first thing I did after successfully mastering those two things was to explore this residence. All this time, I had only seen small parts of the castle-my room, the main hall, and the few rooms where Anna often took care of me. However, this castle was much more spacious than I had imagined.

  I walked around, observing everything I could understand, and of course, visited the most important pce: the library.

  Although I can't read fluently yet, I can foresee that this pce will be the best source of information for me in the future.

  The vocabury I used was also getting clearer. I could speak like an ordinary toddler, though of course, my thoughts were far more mature than this little body could express.

  First Two Years....

  I can run, I can jump too.

  Most importantly, I can speak without sounding like a child who just learned to talk.

  But still, I'm still a baby.

  I don't have a body that I can rely on, nor do I have the strength to do much about it. However, compared to a year ago, I finally feel like I have control over my own body.

  However, despite all these achievements, there was one thing that remained unchanged; one thing that made my life still feel like torture.

  Anna.

  "Young master, you have no idea how hard today was! I got scolded for breaking a pte! Even though it wasn't entirely my fault. It was the wind, the wind that took me by surprise!"

  I could only focus on overcoming her noisy babbling by focusing on reading this horrible book, they say it's a children's book, but to me it's like a book that teaches one to create instruments of torture.

  "Young master, I almost got lost again. I really need a map to survive in this pce!" Anna continued without dropping her usual tone.

  I sat down on a chair while looking at the garden, still silent-more accurately, I pretended not to hear her horrible ramblings.

  "But the worst part was st night! I was locked in the dark storage room again! I was screaming, thinking that I was going to die in there. It really felt like the end of my life!"

  I've accepted my fate as a baby, I've given up fighting this absurd life.

  However, even with all that acceptance, I still couldn't understand one thing, 'why do the people around me all have behaviors that barely make sense?'

  Let's call it Dante.

  I don't know if this guy is a genius or just crazy. Either way, he has an unnatural interest in me.

  Whenever he appeared, he would immediately kidnap me from Anna or Aurelia's arms. Regardless of the fact that I couldn't even speak clearly yet, he would still kidnap me to his boratory to listen to long lectures that were probably more suitable for engineering students.

  Another annoying thing was that he would call me different names every time the kidnapping happened.

  However, if there's one thing I can be grateful for, it's Aurelia.

  She was always behind me, almost like a shadow. When I was walking around with Anna, she would walk behind us, not too close, but close enough to be in my line of sight.

  She didn't talk much, didn't move much, and didn't make a scene like Anna. To be honest, rather than having to listen to Anna's endless ramblings, I'd rather be around Aurelia who at least wouldn't suddenly unch into a long monologue about how difficult her life was.

  But, there was one moment that was enough to make me feel guilty... Or rather, a little uncomfortable.

  When I had to drink milk at an early age, there was a moment when I refused the breastmilk Aurelia gave me and chose to stick to formu. I don't know if it was just my feelings, but I could see her expression change slightly. For a moment, she looked disappointed.

  I could only pretend not to see her and went back to sucking milk from my bottle.

  However, if there's one person who makes the most sense of them all, it's the butler with the thug face. He's a man with a tall stature, solid muscles, and an expression that always looks like he's ready to kick your ass if you do something he doesn't like.

  However, strangely enough, he's the one who gets close to me more easily.

  "Young master, please be careful when climbing the stairs. If you need help, I will always be here," he said with a light smile.

  His white hair falls on both sides of his face like a string of beautiful curtains, as well as his long and delicate-looking mustache, his buttler outfit only adds to the impression that he is a nobleman who likes to cospy.

  I didn't know whether to feel comfortable or scared every time he said that. His voice was deep and authoritative, yet the way he spoke to me was always thoughtful. He never babbled endlessly like Anna, never tried to kidnap me like Dante, and never gave me a look full of dilemmas like Aurelia.

  Compared to the others, he is the only normal human that I can still tolerate.