Published: January 4, 2026
Thirteenth Prince’s Residence.
One of the princes’ residences that surround the palace's outer perimeter.
That’s where I woke up this morning.
It’s been six years since I moved into this mansion. Now that I’m six years old, I’m finally getting used to this new life and its lifestyle.
I got up in the morning and stood there, still in my pajamas, staring blankly.
Then, the maids who had been waiting outside the room came in. They washed my face, combed my hair, and helped me change out of my pajamas.
I don’t know who hired them, but most of the maids, except for one who seemed to be in charge, were young girls in their teens.
I’ve gotten used to being changed by these young girls and feeling my heart race every day as they see me naked.
Today, too, I was made to get dressed while I was still half-asleep, waiting for my head to clear.
“All done with your change of clothes.”
“You look very handsome today, as always.”
“Mm.”
I nodded lightly and left the bedroom.
From there, I headed toward the grand dining hall.
“Wow, Noah-sama is really something.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. Usually, by this age, kids would start saying they’re embarrassed or begin playing pranks on young ones like you. But he’s always calm and composed. Maybe that’s what having the aura of a king feels like.”
I walked toward the dining hall, listening to the maids’ casual chatter.
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Name: Noah Alarate
Thirteenth Prince of the Ararat Empire
Gender: Male
Level: 1/∞
HP: F Fire: F
MP: F Water: e plus s
Strength: F Wind: F
Stamina: F+F Earth: F
Intelligence: F Light: F
Spirit: F Darkness: F
Speed: F
Dexterity: F+F
Luck: F+F
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While walking, I displayed my status in the corner of my vision.
After six years since reincarnation, I’ve figured out one mystery about the stats.
The plus signs (“+”) depend on my subordinates — me, Noah Alarate, the thirteenth prince’s subordinates.
I don’t know the exact calculation, but whenever the number of subordinates changes, the values after the plus signs change accordingly.
And this isn’t visible to others; apparently, only I can see it.
Right now, having several dozen maids in the mansion adds a slight boost to my base stats.
If I increased my subordinates, I’d get stronger, but princes have their own constraints.
At six years old, there’s nothing I can do about it yet. I have to wait a few more years.
Lost in thought about what I could do when I become capable, time passed.
During that time, I arrived at the dining hall and was served breakfast by another group of young maids.
“Master.”
Just as I finished eating, a maid approached.
She wasn’t one of the maids who take care of me personally but rather one specialized in hospitality, good with people on the outside.
“His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Fourth Prince have arrived.”
“Eh? Where are they now?”
“They have been ushered into the living room. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said you may eat slowly and come over afterward.”
“Show me the way.”
Even if the Crown Prince said that, it would be rude to be late.
I stood up straight and was led by the maid to the living room.
Entering, I saw two men there.
Albert Alarate, the Second Prince and Crown Prince.
Henry Alarate, the Fourth Prince.
Both are my (Noah’s) real older brothers, but as you can tell by the numbering — the top two are already middle-aged — the Crown Prince even had gray hair mixed at his temples, showing signs of early old age.
To my two older brothers, who could easily be mistaken for my father, I bowed formally according to proper etiquette.
“Good morning, Brother.”
“Oh, you’re here.”
“Don’t be so formal; please have a seat.”
“Thank you.”
I said that and sat in the lower seat.
Of course, the seat of honor was reserved for Crown Prince Albert.
Though they’re my real brothers, this is the Crown Prince.
He’s entrusted with part of the government affairs, almost like a co-emperor.