"Uaaaa, uaaaaa, uaaaa (Who the hell has me in their hands!? What the hell happened?)" His attempts at communication were stuck in simple screams, soon his stress due to the claustrophobia of not being able to move turned into crying.

The woman was smiling and crying. The girl had come out without problems, she thought. She would never realize that those cries were pleas for help from someone older than her.

"Shir'vulka zal Ai (Your name will be Ai)." Two people of opposite sexes exclaimed at the same time.

It wasn't a dream. I really was reincarnated, as a fantasy series... Stupid God! If you're really God, go back in time and prevent it, damn it.

The parents of the girl watched her flutter her hands and raise an endless cry while laughing happily. The difference in moods that were shared in the room was extraordinary.

"Athrak. Tharzul... A'shir tal'vulak lu'tharak uil thal'shara (Even so. How strange... Her left eye... It's as if it's reflecting the night sky)."

"Thal enshar'kaz lu'sharak? Ahrun. Thal'kazarak althu lu'rinath. Dul'shara. Taldra'kazarak azh'lu magus lu'el'thrak shir'zathar (Were you watching too? It's strange. Maybe she has some illness... I'll call the church mage to measure her magical power)."

What are they talking about? But more importantly, the smell is horrible. The noses of people in this era, who knows when, must be incredibly desensitized. They'd call the police if they smelled this in my previous world.

A person dressed as a cleric entered the room, similar to those that appeared in the novels of Ai's past world. Soon, he would take a crystal ball from behind and bring it close to the baron as he said...

"[Translated] Now I will explain the procedure... First, an orb containing an ingredient that reacts with the magical power in the environment is brought close. People usually emit a portion of their magical power that is naturally lost when it reaches its maximum capacity, and when the orb is brought close, it changes color, moving towards lighter colors the more it can measure..."

After touching his chest with the ball, it turned yellow. Everyone except Ai, who remained silent so as not to disturb, were amazed.

"[Translated] Without a doubt, you are an exceptional mage, Kirei. Less than 15 humans in the empire have such immense magical power."

"[Translated] Hahaha, I'm flattered..." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"[Translated] Now, I will proceed to do the same with the girl." After that, he brought the ball towards Ai. In the process, it turned black again, and when it reached Ai's body...

"[Translated] Don't tell me it's what I think it is!!"

Everyone remained astonished as the ball turned purple.

"[Translated] This girl, no. Our daughter... SHE HAS NO MAGICAL POWER!!"

Everyone in the room looked worried.

What? What's going on? Is something wrong? Why are they bringing that ball towards me?

Ai couldn't understand the situation until she finally understood the language.

After two and a half years, she would be close to mastering the dialect.

"... the division of the field was incorrect, because the left half was lower than the right."

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"It was perfect, miss. I'm glad you understood our language so well at just two years old. Usually, other children start speaking at 3 years. You are undoubtedly a prodigy, young lady. I will inform your pa-"

The butler (Ai doesn't even know his name) felt a tug.

"Wait, don't tell him, please. I'll tell him later. Okay?" Ai made a face that sent the butler into a conversation with the deities. Combined with her eyes that seemed to reflect a galaxy, it seemed like Ai was a gift from the heavens, an intermediary with higher beings. A symbol of love.

"I-understand, miss." The butler wiped his bloody nose as he left Ai's room.

"Haahh... I finally managed to learn it." Now I have enough mastery in the language. I guess it was so easy thanks to having mastered Latin in my past life, which serves as a foundation for most languages.

Ai takes a cup of tea while looking outside, reflecting.

In this world, there is "magic," a process by which, even a 12-year-old raising their hand like in a play, shoots fire in a specific direction out of nowhere. Robert Mayer is turning in his grave.

What they call magic here is nothing more than the manipulation of what that higher being told me: mana (known here as magical power or magical substance). It is a process by which one transforms, through imagination, space, that is, everything. In this way, I can modify a hydrogen molecule (H2) and embed an oxygen atom in it to form water.

In the absence of this knowledge, the magic practiced consists of spells seen in learning books. They recite a phrase and then the spell is executed. However, this has no relation to the words they recite, but to the stimulation of the brain, which, upon recognizing what these words mean, begins to vigorously agitate the dark matter, which then turns into what is desired (water, fire, earth formations, or wind manipulation).

It is extremely inefficient, however, the people in this world have an extremely high capacity for magic compared to me <<>>.

From what I could read in the books, magical power can be defined in colors: Black is null, everything without life. Violet defines that it is a living being but it lacks aptitude for magic. Brown is the minimum threshold to study magic at the empire's university. Orange is common, and as it turns more yellow, you become more exceptional. The brighter the yellow, the closer you are to being a prodigy. Finally, if the color is gray or white, you are considered a necessary good and you are granted a noble title. Although there are only two people like this, the dukes Algernon and Roderick. These people can recite spells that have the ability to destroy an area of almost 100 square meters.

It's a more realistic system, even if it is. I always wondered in my past life what would happen if in those animes where the protagonist could raze a city, he simply didn't do it.

"Puaj... This tea is tasteless."

Back to the topic, my parents were disappointed that time since I had violet magical power. In short, I was worse than a commoner. In this world, this would mean that they would have to have another child to get an heir, so I guess I'll have a sibling. Still, my mana is enough to generate substances that I consider common. I'm still investigating why some formations of matter are more expensive than others, but sooner or later I'll answer my question.

Someone knocks on Ai's room door and then enters after a few seconds.

"Young miss, good morning. Sorry for the interruption. Your parents are going to the city. Do you want to go with them?"

The maids closest to me already knew that I could speak fluently and understand the language, so they avoided making strange signs... As for why they're asking me at two years old, it's for two reasons. The first is that my parents are idiots. The second is that, apparently, I'm something like a lost cause, so they avoid taking care of me and threw me into a room two months ago.

In this world, power is everything for the aristocrats. Although empathizing doesn't reduce my desire to turn them upside down and torture them. However, in recent days, it seems they're starting to treat me better because they believe I'm some kind of intellectual prodigy.

In addition to that, there's a strange force that allows me to control my body exceptionally despite being two years old, and I feel like I have to put in "twice" the effort to feel tired... It's another puzzle to solve in the future.

Outside Courtenay Mansion.

"Good morning, Ai!" He says as he lifts the little rascal.

"Good morning, daddy, mommy!" Lloyd always made an effort to look as cute as possible to score points against his ineptitude.

"The maids told us that you already know how to speak and that you want to go to the city with us. Am I correct?"

"Yes, daddy. I want to go for a walk."

"Really? I'm glad to hear that."

"Today we're going to buy you lots and lots of clothes. Are you happy?"

"Yes! Thank you, mommy!"

"How cuuute!" She says, hugging little Ai tightly.

Ai's father gets into the carriage and helps his mother in, carrying her.