Trying To Survive as the Main Antagonist by: BK1235

Chapter nine:

A few weeks passed...

Mikail was floating in the air and reading a book. He was reading "Intermediate Level to Advanced Magic and Physics." At that moment, he was in the garden. He was lost in thought as well, thinking about his current position in this new world.

"My body seems a bit stronger than when I first got here, I was a bit malnourished, but I should be able to hold a sword now. In my past life, I enjoyed learning different types of martial arts. My body in this world isn't used to it, though. There's quite a list of titles for me at the moment. These titles are a bit strange for a five year old to have. A viscount, the ultimate divine magic user, and a saint, or the apostle of magic. The rumors have spread through the Dutchy about me possessing divine magic, I don't know who, but someone is running their mouth's even though there was a gag order issued," Mikail thought.
*Gag order- silencing outside voices about a topic.*

"My mana control has improved; Mr. Mel said it's better than most of the empire's greatest magicians," he said while feeling the magic in the air around him.
His red eyes glowed as the wind blew the leaves of the tree. It was a calm place in the garden of the Gruz estate. The knights were patrolling, the maids did their chores, and nature around them made their natural sounds. Birds were chirping, the calm breeze mad Mikail completely relaxed.

"Most of the magicians are nobles because many of those without noble status can't afford tuition to send their children to become magicians for the magic tower. Another thing is that in the book, a few children earned sponsors and had to abandon their biological parents to become magicians. This story, and the people inside, it's quite tragic. But moments like these, I should learn to enjoy," he thought.

"HEYYYY, MIKAIL," Aslan yelled as he waved.

"There goes the quiet. That guy is the main character. How come he's so attracted to me? He's supposed to fall in love with the heroine. I'm already changing the storyline. This isn't good," Mikail thought with a sigh.

Aslan was running to the floating Mikail. The guards heard Aslan screaming and began rushing over.

"Ah, he's like a fairy," he thought as he looked at his listless expression.

Mikail closed the book. He moved a part of his bangs behind his ear.

"What's wrong, Aslan?"

"So pretty," Aslan thought as he blushed.

Mikail landed on the ground. The guards sighed in relief to see that nothing had occurred.

"The third prince is alright; we won't die today," the guards thought.

"Mikail, I heard you asked the duke to learn swordsmanship. I'm learning as well. Want to attend class together and learn from the same instructor," Aslan asked with a smile.

"Sure, but, you need to quit yelling like that. The guards over there are on edge, look. They're sighing in relief nothing has happened," Mikail said while pointing at the winded guards.

"I guess what Aslan said before has gotten to them," Mikail thought.

"Prince Mikail, Prince Aslan, is everything alright over here," Kastil asked as he ran over.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Aslan, where are we meeting the instructor?"

"He's here in the Gruz duchy. His name is Valen Romenza. He's one of the strongest swordsmen in the empire, an S-rank," Aslan said with a smile.

"Then, I want to meet him."

"He should be speaking with the duke now. I' 'll escort you to them," Kastil said with a smile.