The carriage moved towards the residential area, home to the barony's residents. Lost in contemplation, Alden weighed his options. Despite being just two years old, he didn’t want to stand out, fearing the label of a prodigy, a monstrous genius. His initial plan had been to live the life of a young master, enjoying the comforts and privileges that came with his status. However, after learning about the dangers and complexities of this world, he knew he couldn't afford to be complacent.

As the carriage rolled through the cobblestone streets, a plan began to form in Alden’s mind. He needed to gather knowledge subtly, forging networks without attracting notice. He would observe, learn, and prepare, all while seamlessly blending into the life of an ordinary child.

The carriage finally came to a halt in the western section of the estate. Here, homes were smaller and simpler, yet exuded a warm, familial charm, surrounded by neat gardens where children played. The air was alive with the rhythms of daily life: the chatter of neighbours, the joyful squeals of children, and the distant bark of a contented dog.

Frederick emerged, followed by Augustus and Mary, who held young Alden in her arms.

The arrival of the carriage, escorted by the imposing figure of Knight Rodrick, caused a stir among the residents. Adults paused their chores, their eyes widening in curiosity. However, it was the children who reacted with the most unbridled enthusiasm. Their faces lit up with excitement as they darted towards the carriage, their small bodies bouncing with anticipation. "Look, it's Baron Silverfield!" one child exclaimed, pointing excitedly.

Frederick's warm smile met the expectant faces of the crowd. "Good day, everyone," he began, his voice carrying clearly. "I wanted to bring my family here to visit and spend some quality time with you. This is Augustus, and this is my youngest son, Alden."

The crowd erupted in a chorus of friendly greetings and waves. Mary gently lowered Alden to the ground, allowing him to stand on his own. With a nod to Rodrick, she indicated for him to retrieve the candy and toy boxes she had brought.

A sea of expectant faces surrounded Mary as she distributed the colourful candies and toys. Alden watched in fascination, finding the children's laughter contagious, their happiness a lively contrast to the calm neighbourhood. He marvelled how effortlessly his mother connected with the people, her warmth and kindness effortlessly forging bonds of trust and affection.

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"Thank you, Lady Silverfield!" the children chorused, their faces beaming with happiness as they clutched their newfound treasures.

Alden watched intently as the people interacted with his parents, their faces etched with respect and admiration. This only reinforced his determination to follow his plan. He knew that understanding and supporting the barony would be crucial for his future vision.

With the gift distributed, Mary gestured to the boys to go and play. Turning to the assembled adults, she joined Frederick in greeting the elders of the community.

Augustus, ever the proud older brother, took Alden's hand and led him towards the group of children.

"Come on, Alden," Augustus urged, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let's meet everyone!"

The children introduced themselves in a flurry of excited chatter. Moments later, they were engaged in a boisterous game of tag, their laughter echoing through the neighbourhood. As Alden ran and played, his sharp mind was at work, committing names, interests, and family details to memory. He understood the potential value of this information in the intricate tapestry of his future.

Anna, the girl who had first approached him, was particularly friendly. "You're really fast, Alden!" she exclaimed, panting as they paused to catch their breath.

As the game continued, Alden noticed a boy sitting quietly on the periphery of the group, his eyes fixed on the exuberant children with a hint of longing. Curious, Alden approached him.

The boy looked up, surprised. "Hi, I'm Samuel," he said quietly.

Alden extended a small hand, offering an unspoken invitation. His eyes, filled with a childlike eagerness, silently urged Samuel to join the fun.

Samuel shrugged. "I'm not very good at running. They usually don't want me on their team."

Alden's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Well, I want you on my team. Come on, let's play together." Samuel's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected such a response from a young child.

Alden giggled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He placed a tiny finger over his lips, a silent plea for secrecy. "Come," he whispered conspiratorially, his voice filled with excitement.

Samuel's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. With newfound courage, he stood up and joined Alden and the others, soon laughing and playing just as energetically as the rest.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the village, Frederick summoned Alden and Augustus back to the carriage. Alden waved goodbye to his new friends, their laughter still echoing in his ears.

On the journey back to the castle, Alden reflected on the day's events. He had made new friends, observed the community, and laid the groundwork for his plans.

"Did you enjoy your time in the village, Alden?" Mary asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Alden nodded, moving his tiny head enthusiastically.

Mary smiled warmly, her hand gently resting on Alden's head.

As the carriage approached the old castle, Alden felt a renewed sense of purpose. He had laid the groundwork for his plan and was ready to take the first steps on his journey.