As the teleportation spell's glow faded, Kirin and Kaito emerged, finding themselves standing in the grand courtyard of Zenigata Castle, a stronghold radiating power. The magic circle that whisked them away dissolved, revealing a sun-drenched expanse surrounded by the castle's formidable walls.

Zenigata Castle, a testament to strength and heritage, loomed before them. Its walls boasted intricate carvings, telling the tales of the noble Zenigata lineage. Towering spires pierced the sky, while expansive courtyards sprawled beneath. Adorned with well-tended gardens, the air carried the subtle aroma of blooming flowers and fragrant herbs.

Abruptly, a group of robed mages materialized nearby in a blaze of magical energy, their stoic expressions betraying an aura of unfathomable might. The courtyard thrummed with life, as servants and attendants bustled about, their hurried footsteps echoing against the castle's weathered stones. Magic lingered in the atmosphere, its gentle presence pervading every nook and cranny.

Unified and reverent, the mages stood in unison, bowing before Arch-Duke Kaito Zenigata. Emblazoned with the symbol of a hawk on their robes, they belonged to the esteemed Hawk Squad, their seasoned faces etched with the marks of wisdom and experience. Their watchful eyes settled upon the young man who stood by Kaito, a blend of curiosity and keen observation dancing within them.

In swift response to their arrival, the swift-footed head maid swiftly approached the gathering. Fully aware of her indispensability, she appeared almost instantaneously, emanating an air of utmost efficiency.

Kaito nodded, his commanding presence unambiguous, and began to advance. Kirin trailed closely behind, attentively absorbing Kaito's instructions. "Prepare baths for both Kirin and me," he proclaimed, his voice expectant and authoritative. "See to it that the future heir of House Zenigata receives the highest level of care and attention."

The mages and head maid exchanged subtle glances of surprise, maintaining their composed demeanor. With unwavering resolve, the head maid responded, her voice steady and unyielding, "Yes, my lord."

Kaito gestured for Kirin to follow the head maid's lead. "Go with her," he uttered in a gentle yet firm tone. "I have pressing matters to attend to."

Silently, Kirin trailed behind the head maid, his steps faltering with a mixture of anxiety and fear. The maid moved with swift efficiency, exemplifying a sense of professionalism in every precise action. When they arrived at their destination, a team of maids stood prepared, ready to cater to Kirin's needs.

With subtle gestures and warm smiles, the maids guided Kirin to a secluded bathing area. Their practiced hands, skilled in the art of indulgence, delicately undressed him, handling him with the utmost respect and care. Gradually, Kirin's initial unease dissipate.

The maids orchestrated their tasks with a graceful efficiency. They filled a grand marble tub with soothing warmth, fragrant oils swirling and intermingling with the tantalizing steam. Soft, melodic strains floated through the air, infusing the space with a serene ambience.

As Kirin immersed himself in the inviting water, he couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer opulence enveloping him. The bath chamber, adorned with intricate mosaics depicting otherworldly creatures and heroic figures, became a sanctuary of mythical allure. Candlelight danced upon the gleaming marble and shimmering waters, casting a gentle glow that embraced the senses.

Kirin emerged from the soothing embrace of the bath, his body revitalized and invigorated. With a delicate finesse, the maids enveloped him in an aura of refined elegance. Employing their practiced touch, they gently dried his skin with soft towels, their motions purposeful and precise. Adorned in regal attire befitting his noble heritage, Kirin began to take shape.

The maids retrieved a meticulously crafted set of garments, designed exclusively for this ceremonious occasion. The fabric, possessing an unrivaled quality, emanated opulence and sophistication. A sweeping robe, flowing and resplendent, in a rich hue of sapphire blue, lay draped across Kirin's shoulders. Intricate golden embroidery danced upon the fabric's surface, a testament to the meticulous craftsmanship. The robe cascaded down his form with a grace that mirrored the majesty of his lineage.

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With deftness and an artist's eye, the maids embarked on the task of styling Kirin's hair. Their adept fingers combed through the locks, sculpting them into a composition of refined allure. The strands fell into place, accentuating his noble features and showcasing his inherent charm. Finally, a crown wrought from woven gold, bedecked with precious gemstones, was donned upon his head. The regal emblem, a testament to his esteemed lineage and future responsibilities, sat with an air of quiet authority.

With each meticulous adjustment, Kirin's visage transformed before their eyes. Once-tousled locks now danced in perfect harmony, framing his countenance with an air of regal sophistication.

The maids, content with their work, stepped back to admire their creation. Kirin stood before them, a vision of youthful nobility and promise. The deep hues of his robe, harmonizing with the porcelain canvas of his complexion, evoked a sense of timeless elegance. The golden embroidery wove a tapestry of radiance, casting an enchanting glow that illuminated the space around him, as if acknowledging the greatness that he embodied.

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Kirin stared at his transformed reflection, a mix of awe and disbelief flooding his senses. The noble image before him seemed almost unreal, making him question his own identity for a fleeting moment. "Is that really me?" he wondered, a hint of uncertainty weaving through his thoughts.

The painstaking hours of preparation had undeniably worked their magic, presenting him as a vision of grace and royalty.

Approaching with proper decorum, the head maid addressed Kirin respectfully, her demeanor poised and formal. She gracefully curtsied and inquired, "My Lord, may I ask if the chosen attire and styling meet your satisfaction?"

Caught off guard by the sudden presence of the head maid, Kirin responded, "You and the maids have done an exceptional job. I must admit, I feel like true royalty." His words carried genuine appreciation.

A mix of relief and pride illuminated the head maid's face. "Thank you, my Lord. Your contentment is our utmost priority. We have taken great care in selecting the finest garments and attending to every detail. Your noble appearance befits your esteemed status."

Kirin struggled to find the right words, feeling a sense of unease. "Well... What now?" he blurted out, his attempt falling flat. 'What am I supposed to say?' he silently screamed.

The head maid, perceptive to Kirin's inherent shyness, relayed Kaito's message with utmost respect and sensitivity. Her voice softened as she said, "The Arch-Duke requests your presence," emphasizing deference in her tone.

Meeting Kaito's bewildered gaze, Kirin experienced a mix of vulnerability and concern. He tried to alleviate the tension with a hesitant smile. "Um, yeah... I... It's quite different from my usual self. I hope it's not too overwhelming. Do I... look alright?"

Kaito's eyes shifted from Kirin's splendid attire to his own simple clothing, a touch of self-consciousness creeping in. "I... I didn't expect you to look so... grand. It's quite a striking change, my child. I must admit, you've surprised me." Kaito added, "Even I am a bit envious, if I'm being honest."

Kirin's eyes brightened with a glimmer of reassurance, grateful for Kaito's kind words. "Thank you, Grandpa. Your compliment means a lot to me. I wasn't sure if I could pull off this look, but I wanted to make a good impression on the Arch-Duke."

As Kirin and Kaito prepared to meet the Arch-Duke, Kaito noticed Kirin's wavering self-assurance. Taking a deep breath, Kaito decided to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Kirin, aiming to instill confidence and belief in his abilities.

"Kirin," Kaito began gently. "I see that you lack trust in yourself when it comes to various aspects like social interactions, physical prowess, and magic. But let me tell you something, my dear grandson - everyone starts from square one. Feeling uncertain is normal. What truly matters is your willingness to learn and improve."

Kirin met Kaito's gaze, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability reflected in his eyes. "I understand, Grandfather. I want to get better, but it feels like I have so much to catch up on."

Kaito placed a reassuring hand on Kirin's shoulder. "We all have our own journey, Kirin. And I believe in you. For the next three months, I will personally guide you, starting from the basics. We'll work on your social skills, physical training, and control over your magical abilities. Together, we'll establish a strong foundation for your growth."

Kirin's eyes widened with surprise and hope. "You... you'd do that for me, Grandfather?"

Kaito nodded, a warm smile gracing his lips. "Of course, Kirin. You're my grandson and the sole heir to our house."

"Grandfather, what about my duties as the Arch-Duke?" Kirin inquired. "Won't my training delay those responsibilities?"

Kaito chuckled lightly. "Securing a capable heir is the most crucial duty at the moment. With no other family members able to assume the role, that responsibility has been in question."

Resting his hand on Kirin's shoulder, Kaito continued, "If I can mold you into a competent noble in this time, all other duties can certainly wait. The people understand that stability arises from our lineage continuing."

Kaito gestured toward the courtyard, where officials conversed with guards and servants. "Moreover, I have entrusted capable individuals to manage affairs proficiently these past few years. They will continue overseeing daily operations and maintaining order."

Turning back to Kirin, Kaito asserted firmly, "Your development takes precedence now, Kirin. In three months', time, if your training proves fruitful, I intend to officially declare you as the heir, just before you enroll in the Royal Magic Academy."