The Story of Dhanvanthri

twenty

Time Skip

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Several years have passed, Dhanvanthri was fourteen years old now. His height shot up quite a lot, there was a significant height difference between him and his little sister. As the years have passed, to say that Dhanvanthri has hooks in many corners throughout Obelia was an understatement. His time at the palace didn't diminish the ruthless demeanour hidden away inside him, if anything, it merely polished it with every document he signed and every piece of history he read away.

The only thing that was weird, something that was far from his calculations, was how... emotionally attached Dhanvanthri had gotten to his father. Being attached to his sister was inevitable, he had once based his entire goal solely on her but to know that his attachment extended to not only his father but several others around him was discomforting.

He was never the most sociable nor was he emotional, even in his past life.

"So, I really like ethics class nowadays!" Athanasia announced over tea time, she was as bubbly as ever. Dhanvanthri stayed silent, listening in to the conversation of her babbling on about her classes and how well she was doing in them. Athanasia seems to have the need to prove herself constantly, either it was due to her being an overachiever or there was something deeper to it. Then again, it could be both.

"Then, when I'm in dance class, the teacher always mentions..." The awkward trailing away from Athanasia instantly caught his attention. Dhanvanthri directed his gaze towards his little sister and pondered. Who was the dance teacher again, he aced the class within three days since he had prior experience and only needed lessons to accommodate against his height so he could barely even remember the face of his dance teacher, much less the name.

"That I dance like a fairy!" Athanasia snapped up with a laugh. Dhanvanthri hummed aloud, capturing both his father and his sister's attention. Athanasia looked at him curiously before asking, "You have fencing lessons, don't you, big brother?"

"Yeah," Dhanvanthri nodded. "It's boring."

"Why?" Athanasia questioned. Dhanvanthri set his cup of tea down, a smile on his lips as always before replying to her bluntly, "I pick things up too easily, it gets too boring."

"I can change your instructor if you want," His father told him abruptly. "Seeing how the current one is too incompetent."

"I'd rather not," Dhanvanthri tilted his head. "At least the current one understands why I'm bored. It's no matter, I can spar well enough with him."

"Big brother, how are your studies?" Athanasia asked, sensing the conversation going dry.

Dhanvanthri hummed, he finished the general syllabus ages ago, he's been doing other advanced studies but what he wanted to do was try and revolutionise the technology and industrial aspect of their country. With magic, development causes any technological advancements to be set back by several decades, while industrial development is slightly ahead of the other.

"It's been going well," Dhanvanthri settled on that response. His father paused in his drinking, "Now that I thought of it, your birthdays are coming soon, is it not?"

Oh right, birthday. Dhanvanthri had celebrated most of them, it felt more like Athanasia celebrating while he was actively avoiding it. Difficult to celebrate the day of your birth when memories of your father's bloodied robes sparing your lives on a whim along with your mother's corpse in the background remain vivid in your mind.

"Dhanvanthri," his name jolted him out of his thoughts. "Your sister says she has no need for gifts, are you the same as well? You never asked for anything."