Alright, alright, I know what you’re thinking: “Oh, great, another reincarnation where the main character is born into a poor family, struggles against the odds, slaps a few arrogant noble faces, and eventually becomes some kind of hero. Or, about a duke’s son that is very very overpowered, right?”

Yeah, well, you are not entirely wrong. I got quite lucky.

I was born as the first prince of the Aestum Empire. My new name? Christian Aestum Dragonheart. Fancy, right? Well, wait till you hear about my family.

So, the founder of my glorious family, Victor Aestum Dragonheart, wasn’t just your average hero. Nope, this guy was raised by dragons. Inside a volcano. And as if that wasn’t hot enough, he topped it off by literally eating a dragon’s heart after an epic battle against an elder dragon that governed over fire.

When he descended his fiery home, the Olympic Volcano, Victor went on to become the hero of humankind, the guy who single-handedly took down the Demon King and banished demons to the freezing hellscape in the North where they’ve been cooling their heads ever since. He was ridiculously strong, lived for over two thousand years, and from what I hear, had a temper that could probably turn the whole continent into magma.

I really wish I could have met the guy before he got reincarnated. I even went after his soul in the underworld, but the guys there said he decided to get a new body and reincarnated, saying that the underworld was boring. Anyway, he’s the original Dragonheart, and I’ll fill you in on more of his legendary journey as we go. Just know this: He was freakishly strong and an old freak with a temper that could fight even the king of the underworld.

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But enough about him, let’s get back to the great me.

So, reincarnating as a prince of the Aestum Empire sounds pretty sweet, right? Well, you are not wrong. It took me about four months to understand the language around here, and another month to get the whole walking thing down. In any normal family, people would be throwing parties over that. But in my new family? Nah, nobody batted an eye. Apparently, royal kids of the Aestum Family walking at five months old is just... normal and unimpressive.

Then, as soon as I took my first steps, the first thing they shoved into my tiny, chubby baby hands? A sword.

Yes, you heard me right. A sword.

I remember that day all too well. There I was, just learning how to toddle around, when suddenly my so-called "papa", King Leon Aestum Dragonheart, ruler of the empire, decides it’s time for a little “training.”

“Since you’re walking now, you want to be as strong as Papa, right?” - he asked with this huge grin on his face, like he’s about to teach me how to ride a bike or something. Then he hands me a sword that’s bigger than I am and says - “Don’t worry, dad will train you!”.

Oh, the thought of pulling his long red hair was strong, but I held on and only looked into his snake-like yellow eyes as if I didn’t understand a thing.

I know that the descendants of this family are all born naturally strong. I get that. But come on. Training a baby with a sword? Even I knew that was a little nuts. I mean, I knew from there that this world wasn’t normal.

I tried to look to my mother for help, the Great Queen Isabel, the patient one, but she just smiled at me with eyes filled with encouragement.