“I think all the vulnerabilities of both the races have been solved. My main reason behind theory is your status,” father sounded like some scientist. If only he had a spectacle, he would surely look like a scholar.

“My status?” I asked.

“There is a legend that goes like, ‘He who rules the race possesses power like no other,’ no new race has emerged for a very long time, if we believe it to be true then........” father quoted the legend

I don’t think I’m that great of a person to be revered as a progenitor. I feel alienated. The cultural and technological gap is very wide. The sound of coins clinking continuously, how they kill without their heart-pounding, carrying weapons seemingly everywhere, is so different from my previous world that sometimes it makes me feel alone.

‘savage’ fits perfectly to define this unruly world. I had expected the fantasy world to be intriguing, instead it’s beguiling, with a thin film separating reality from fantasy.

“L...... Lex, we are going back to the castle” As the sun dipped below the horizon, the fleeting colours of dusk began to fade away. Clouds bleached the colour orange in fleeting seconds. The small orange sun lit here and there randomly, welcomed us as we move to the castle.

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Next day.

Yesterday father asked a various question about my skills, status and various other things like its effects, type of skills, usage restrictions, harmful effects on user and such.......

Mia scurry towards the meeting hall carrying me in her arms, slight sweat running down her cheek.

The reason behind this ruckus......... Haa........ After discussion, father discussed the meeting for my protection and countermeasures.

Apparently, planning proceeded after we reached palace. Meeting was hastily arranged, overruling the general meeting, it appears that they have something for me.

I don’t mind having minimum security thanks to my position, but I wish they would spare me from extra protection and restrictions.

Mia’s footings are feather-like. They don’t make any sound, not only her but all the attendants hardly make footing sound. It escapes my imagination on how hard they had to train for.

..... By the way, I recently started walking on my legs, though I stumble very often and can hardly walk the diagonal length of my room, but...... I started walking....... It gives a great sense of pride though others can do much better...... But yeah.

The meeting room came into view. Mia slowed her pace down, coming closer to the room.

Knock.....knock.....

“It’s Mia. I have escorted the young prince,” Mia announced my arrival.

“Yes, come in,” an old voice signalled the opening of the door

The room filled with a large round table at the centre, beautifully festoon legs with petals like pattern, eerie darkness dominated the room with the table as an oasis with everything other surrounded in the darkness. Few knights arranged towards the wall with hand on upright grounded sword, clothed with a scabbard, the helmet hides their facial expression even so it will be.......... I gulped down. Let’s not imagine it.

“Your Majesty, there is a message from lady Olivia,” I thought I would have my seat, like the meeting of underworld organization controlling the world in the shadows, just you see around it has same vibe, dim light with light concentrated on the round table, macho bald guards with black suit, black shoes, black goggles (knights) and the same eeriness in the air.

“Okay, I will inform her later” it seems an urgent situation arose in the neighbouring county and she is on her way to county.

The meeting lasted for 30-45 minutes. They discussed various things on how to protect and keep the matter secret.

The person to the left of father is a woman with butterfly wings and blond hair in a what seems like an azure bateau bodice evening gown, increasing the charm of her light blue eyes, with long transparent sleeves of floral design representing the nature flush covered in silver white like snow.

Oh! She must be the second queen, I heard she is around 240 year’s but she looks very young and beautiful; I think my sister will also become beautiful in the future.

To her immediate left is a woman with brown hair and a nicely trained body. She must be the third queen. I heard she is half-spirit and half-human, but she appears just like a normal human. She also seems to be an ex-adventure that also a high ranking one.

To father’s right is an old man with white hair and a long beard with no distinctive feature other than few wrinkles on his face. Apparently, he is a human in his late 60s, the prime minister of the nation.

I overheard some maids talking that he is considered one of the best prime minister in the kingdom’s history and the kingdom has seen major developments during his tenure, also known as ‘brain of Permarre’.

To his immediate right is a man in slim build. He appears like any other common man; he doesn’t have a distinctive feature in his appearance, though he seems to be a top military brass with military uniform and that of high ranking one.

“Lex” suddenly my name was called. I looked around anxiously, as I was in my own world. Again, my name was called........

“Lex, is there a problem?” father asked, looking at me in his arms.

I moved my head sideways as my response. It’s a hassle to talk as I fumble for quite a time and it’s very draining task.

“Okay, Warren, get me the thing I asked for,” the old man, which seems to be warren, presented a box from a small bag. God knows how he fitted it inside such a small bag.

“Young prince, interested in it?” Warren pointed to a small bag, noticing my curious and dumb gaze.

Not expecting a question, it left me with no words than to nod my head.

“This is a dimensional bag. It can store a large volume of goods contrary to its appearance, by the way this one has nearly infinite space,” warren passed me the bag while started explaining.

The bag is a drawstring pouch, from a distance seems to be made of leather but it has a unique smoothness to it, the string has toughness comparable to a nylon thread but more elastic than nylon. The opening hole doesn’t put forth the bottom like a normal drawstring pouch instead of an everlasting darkness sucking your very self like a slow whirlpool to its eternal bottom.

I handed it over to warren after observing it a bit, so that’s the common fantasy trope of infinite storage. I guess I can also make it in future through my dimensional magic. It’s just a theory for now..........

“Lex, this is a status concealment bracelet for you.” Father handed me status concealment bracelet disguised as a jewellery. From jewellery I remembered. After reincarnating in this world, I have seen jewellery like ruby, sapphire and many others like that, but I have yet to look upon a diamond.

I even started doubting the presence of diamond in this world. The diamond, as far as I in layman’s knowledge know, it’s made because of high heat, pressure provided by the earth that it transforms carbon to diamond.

If my hypothesis is on mark, then there is one more factor added here and that is magic, magic influences the process and forms magic gems instead of diamonds. I also overheard father and warren on magic gem mine or something like that.

I still don’t know what is difference between magic gem and magic stone. If I go by the common fantasy world, may be magic stones are obtained from monsters, but magic gem is something new.

“The status concealment bracelet, it can disguise the user’s status however the user wants to set and........ Lex you may not show your status to anyone without my permission, it is a national-level secret and everyone here are forbidden to talk about anything discussed here.” Father ordered everyone. Father, in his king mode, excludes an imaginary pressure that looks into your very soul and you can only nod in front of him.