Lucas woke up, stretching yet again. There was truly something different about stretching right after waking up from sleep. Hopping out of bed, he got ready for the day.

Empre, or at least this minuscule part of it, didn't have toothbrushes. He chewed on some leaves and used the faucets to clear any debris.

The way the faucets worked, could help him. They used the mana one had, expressing it as water without any need to actually use water magic yourself. Lucas noticed that it seemed to produce a massive amount of water in comparison to the amount of mana he had to expend to get it.

It was a cool feeling, and now that he thought about it, not dissimilar to the feeling he felt when touching the sword. Nearly all of his mana had rushed out of his body, and he'd felt it go into the sword, and then there was power. Then, there was light. Then, he couldn't remember anything.

Ridding his head of those thoughts, he walked into his private bathhouse. Well, technically it also belonged to his parents as the area was linked to both rooms. Walking in, he proceeded to wash himself. He typically bathed at night or in the evening rather than in the morning but given that both yesterday and today, he was to meet somebody, he decided to meet them with an entirely fresh appearance.

He went back to his room, after he finished, deciding to read one of the books on magic to see if there was anything he could use to help him light the cube up.

At this point, one could consider him an expert on the basics of elemental magic, despite not being able to use it. Every book he read, seemed to explain it in some capacity. Elemental magic was so basic that in order to truly get deeper into magic as a concept, it had to be mentioned in some capacity.

Still, no matter the book he read, he couldn't light up the cube. The knowledge was either useless or he simply couldn't apply it to the fractal-like patterns within the box.

After some time, he stopped and picked up one of the non-educational books he was reading. Given that he wasn't getting it just yet, constantly expending mana wasn't going to do him any good, and reading useless redundant pieces of literature would only give him a headache.

Just as he'd started, his dad had come to bring him some food: bacon, an omelet and some bread, just like yesterday. Judging from that and the fact he had a sort of pout on his face, Lucas guessed that Emelie had told Sebastian everything he told her.

After briefly greeting his parents and eating, he reabsorbed himself in reading.

He found himself interested enough in the book to read through a couple of chapters until he heard a knock on his door.

'Finally, this woman arrived. That took way too long', Lucas thought, going to the door. His tutor was supposed to come to his room, hence why he hadn't already left it.

He opened the door to see the same woman from yesterday, Miss Didier. Today, she wore a gray dress that fit her strict bland demeanor so well, it almost felt like she was born with it.

At least her hairstyle was a bit better, having switched from the bob over to a bun that actually exposed a few gray streaks Lucas hadn't originally noticed.

Lucas had been waiting for her for a while so he'd had his clothes ready to go. He assumed this would be nothing like the rougher lessons he expected from Batain, and so he wore more formal attire.

"Good morning, Miss Didier." His voice was politely cold, polite yet devoid of any real tones. She nodded, responding in kind, before knocking on his parents' rooms to let them know.

Sebastian ignored the knocks so it was Emelie who answered with a smile at the thought of her son getting properly tutored. She'd always wanted to take such a role personally but she lacked time nor the ability to keep Lucas engaged. This only briefly made her mourn the time she'd spent studying for his sake before she grew proud of his progress.

"Have a nice day, Lucas." She hugged him and kissed him on the forehead.

Lucas smiled and issued a brief "bye, mom" before being walking behind his tutor. It gave him a nice sense of nostalgia to have this interaction; it brought him back to his days on Earth. He didn't remain there too long though, focusing on the present now.

Traveling through the mansion silently, Lucas began to wonder about his education. Was he getting a tutor just because he was young or would he never go to a school? Did public schools even exist? Probably not, nobles didn't want their precious blood mixing in with the peasants.

That general sentiment still seemed to be a thing so Lucas dropped the idea of ever going to a public school. Besides, there wasn't much one could teach him. Private schools though, did those exist here? However, similar to public schools, before even confirming their existence, he shot down the idea of ever going to one. He'd seen how fully grown women postured like there was no tomorrow. Children would be even more immature and petty.

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These thoughts carried him through the walk, the destination now becoming apparent that it was Miss Didier's room. Or at least, it seemed to be. There was another room connected to it that they went to, and in it were various books and tools, a true classroom.

Sitting down on a chair, she gestured that Lucas stand in the middle of the room. "Perform some magic."

Lucas' hazel eyes visibly dimmed, but he did as ordered. There was no change from his previous condition, with the mana just exiting his body and dissipating.

Surprisingly though, Miss Didier's eyes widened. "Interesting. Do it again." He would end up repeating the process five times before she finally stopped him.

"To start off with, your mana sensitivity is incredibly high. With this level of ability, advanced branches of magic like conduit magic should be no problem for you. This, however, is what hinders you from performing basic elemental magic." Her eyes showed glints of curiosity and interest when looking at Lucas.

Lucas, however, looked as dim as could be. How did him being too sensitive to mana make any sense?

Seeing Lucas' lack of understanding, she expanded, making a rock the size of her head, in her hand. "It is quite ironic but it makes sense. Due to my lower mana sensitivity, when I created this rock, all I think about is manipulating some mana in my body and expressing it as a rock. It's like pouring a bowl of water into a bucket, solely to fill that bucket. I expend minimal effort.

"You, however, expend much more. You, because you're so attuned to mana, look too deeply into it. For you, you're trying to fill that same bucket, but you don't know how much water it can hold, nor do you know how much water you can pour in. These deficiencies in your information only exist because you're too sensitive to the whims of your own mana and don't have solid rules for yourself nor do you fully understand mana in itself."

Lucas couldn't tell if he was supposed to get a flashbang of realization at these words but luckily, Didier didn't expect him to, moving on. "It's a topic that'll require much time to fully flesh out, and I have no intention of keeping such an energy-consuming measure at the beginning of your lessons."

She first tested him on mathematics, her eyes lighting up at each branch of mathematics that he proceeded to ace. She would've started on calculus if she hadn't recognized how ridiculous the idea was, considering his age and how much time she had already spent on this. Still, judging by his lack of enthusiasm, she could guess that he'd probably do well there too.

She moved on to language arts. His proficiency there was relatively weak, but still amazing for his age. It was good enough that she didn't have to worry about prescribing something too advanced for his age.

She tested him on magic next. He did fairly well but he did get some bits confused, though this was to be expected. Even if he had read books on magic the entirety of yesterday, it didn't mean he could perfectly remember all of it.

As for his test on science, needless to say, he aced it with no effort. This world was still relatively weak technology-wise compared to Earth.

One thing that amused Lucas quite a bit was the relative brevity of his science quiz compared to that of magic. It made sense, to be fair. Mana was an all-encompassing energy. Of course, it would be prioritized over science. In fact, the study of mana and magic was science in a sense. Still, it was a ridiculous sight to see. The roles had been entirely reversed.

Considering all the questions he had asked yesterday, Didier felt she didn't need to quiz him on history as well but she did anyways. As expected, he did great.

Lucas had no intention of going low-profile because there was no point. He'd just learn more primarily useless things if he intentionally hid his real capabilities. In fact, the more he showed off, the more advanced his learning may get. This wasn't a problem in his earlier lives where he'd fully awaken in his late teens or early twenties, but here it was his biggest issue.

Taking in all the results of his tests, Didier revised her lesson plan, excluding mathematics and science entirely. Trying to teach him there would be more like a friendly discussion between peers.

Starting off with language arts, she went through a short interactive lesson, widening Lucas' knowledge and understanding of vocabulary, before moving on to history.

Considering he knew the general history of the world, she focused on the region they lived in, the kingdom of Liyonne.

"Your Cazenarch family rules the county of Guilm under the kingdom of Liyonne. South of us, exists the duchy of Montles while southeast, one can find the duchies of Maunan and Muire. To the west are the duchies of Vilhal and Carbar, while north, one can find the various counties, and even farther north, the direct crownland of this kingdom."

Lucas noticed her voice didn't sound too excited when talking about the topic, but he didn't really care assuming it was just a boring topic to her. To him, it was interesting enough. If he was going to form a world empire, he had to start from somewhere. Knowing the various duchies nearby would help.

At least that's what he was thinking until the woman launched into explaining how society had slowly progressed to the way it was now, after the World Split and fall of Empre. He'd already spent several hours here and was getting a bit hungry, making his irritation even worse. It was such a slow topic that he couldn't help but start cursing within his mind. History always had parts that were uninteresting to study but he'd hoped magic would make things interesting.

Instead, it raised his expectations only for them to be crushed mercilessly by endless droning. It was compounded by the fact Didier was one of those teachers that solely spoke in a controlled monotone voice.

He did end up noting an interesting piece of information. He had tuned out most of what she was saying but a change in tone highlighted some of her speech.

"Despite the fact the Cazenarches were the rightful ruler of both lands, Liyonne wanted a compromise, noting that both sides were relatively well matched. As such he separated our lands, giving the county of Ostary off to the Assels while the Cazenarches kept Guilm." Lucas could hear faint undertones of anger, but besides that, she remained relatively stable after those lines.

'Assel? Wasn't there some Brittany Assel that she'd talked about yesterday? Looks like it's not just some little kid thing, judging from her tone', Lucas thought.

After a bit more explanation, she ended her talk. "Do you have any questions?"

Lucas shook his head.

"Very well, then. Would you like to eat before we go into magic?"

Lucas merely nodded.

She nodded in satisfaction. "Good, this next part will be particularly energy consuming", she said, before the two heard a knock at the door.

"Delivery, this is for Lady Didier?"

Another wave of nostalgia hit Lucas, before his tutor opened the door, revealing one of the best aromas he'd ever smelled. It was love at first sight, and his stomach spoke all the words he couldn't say.