Breakfast with the girls was excellent; the cooks at Arisa's mansion are spectacular. They're very kind and skillful at their work. Today I learned something new about the party: it will last two days, and the second day will be more like an internal fair in the enormous courtyard of her house, with many different kinds of games. That sounds really exciting.

The girls left me on my own—they went off to do "girls' things" and made it clear in every possible way that I wouldn't understand their plans. Now I'm wandering around this huge mansion.

"Good morning, excuse me." I hear a voice from someone running up behind me. "Are you Lord Maki?" She didn't even let me reply before asking again. I nodded slightly, still a little doubtful. "The Marquis Timal sends this letter for you." She gave a deep bow, and as soon as I took the letter, she turned and ran off.

I was left a little confused. She didn't give me time to greet or thank her. The blonde girl with green eyes disappeared like the wind. I looked at the letter in my hands—it was indeed from the Marquis. I opened it and saw an invitation to meet with him after lunch, with an additional invitation to explore his mansion beforehand if I wished.

"Thanks, Uncle." His unexpected letter saved my morning; I had no idea how to spend the time otherwise. The Marquis's mansion must have plenty of interesting things to see. I headed out of Arisa's mansion, made my way to the carriages, and asked a driver if he could take me there. Arisa's father had already instructed his staff to treat me as an honored guest, so I had certain privileges.

"Young Lord Maki, we're almost there." The driver's voice pulled me from my thoughts. Looking out the window, I could see the enormous mansion that dominated nearly the entire city. Up close it was even more imposing. It was ridiculously huge—there's no way I could explore the whole place in a single morning; it would take days just to see every part of the estate.

"Thank you for your service." I gave the driver a slight bow. When I raised my head, I noticed he looked uncomfortable. He returned the gesture with a bow of his own before heading back to Arisa's house.

"Is it not normal to bow in thanks?" I've always done it, but maybe it seemed overly formal from the perspective of a noble household servant. I made a mental note to ask about it later.

At the main gate stood two guards. I could sense the heavy security ever since I passed through the outer perimeter. Many of those patrolling were Sapphire rank, and some even Ruby rank.

I presented the letter, but they hesitated, clearly doubtful about a child being invited by the Marquis. Then I remembered the ring that had saved my life when I met the heralds. When I reached into my dimensional bracelet, the guards grew tense. "I also have a ring personally given to me by the Marquis." When I showed it, their eyes widened in astonishment, and they immediately let me pass.

"This ring is more valuable than I thought." When the Marquis had given it to me, he had made it seem like a casual trinket. Now I realized its true worth: a credential that would serve me in many situations. "Now… where do I go?" The place was massive. I found myself in a small hall at the entrance, surrounded by doors with no idea which to take.

I deactivated my domain and decided to leave it to luck—I'd treat this visit as an adventure. I chose the third door, which led to a hallway branching into more doors, and at the end another large room. I wandered for nearly thirty minutes through passages and doors until I finally reached something interesting. A sign read: "Library."

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I entered, and a young man with black hair and brown eyes greeted me. "Good day, guest. This is a private area; authorization is required to enter." I showed him the ring, and his expression changed instantly. "Do you have any preference in books? Are you searching for something specific?"

"I'm not sure. Are there any books in other languages?" The founder of this marquisate came from another world like me. Surely he must have written books before his death, and perhaps some were stored here.

"Yes, sir, right this way." He handed me a small map and pointed out the section.

"Why are there so many books?" When I arrived, I saw a room filled with towering shelves, thousands of books crammed into every space. Just the thought of searching through them made me sigh in exhaustion.

In the first few minutes, I realized why there were so many. They were written by various scattered tribes, many of which had a secondary official language they used in wars or conflicts. Without finding the explanatory notes, I would have been left wondering for hours. The deeper I delved, the clearer it became how many small tribes dotted the empire and beyond.

Time flew as I absorbed information: military conflicts, regional cuisines, histories of founding, and hundreds of other accounts. Just as I was about to give up on finding anything about the first Marquis, I noticed a simple green book tucked in the far-right corner. I climbed up a ladder and carefully pulled it down. "I found one—finally." I carried it to a large round table before opening it.

"Inheritance for Someone Like Me." That was the title. "Thankfully I can read it—it's written in one of the two languages from my past life." My voice was barely a whisper.

For a moment, fear struck me. What if the first Marquis had spoken a completely different language? What if he came from yet another world? If there are two, why not a third? The thought gave me chills. It would have been like finding treasure I couldn't use.

"This book has no translation into any other language. It may be treated as trash since no one else can decipher it. I only hope my descendants don't throw it away, since it was written by me." Those were the opening words.

"I chose not to translate it so I could leave behind help for someone like me. Some things can only be shared by people of the same world. It's like being abroad and meeting a compatriot—you instantly feel a bond." That made sense. I remembered how comforting it was to meet fellow countrymen during my competitions in the past.

"If you're reading this, congratulations. You've had the luck to be reborn in another world, where magic and possibilities are endless. You've also had the talent to survive long enough to find this book, and for that I leave you a reward at the end." Excitement surged through me—I nearly skipped to the end, but I restrained myself out of respect.

The book was essentially a journal of the early life of the marquisate's founder: how he was reborn into a humble, loving family, the hardships he endured due to poverty, and his early experiments with wind magic. Using his past-life knowledge, he gradually earned a name in his village.

It ended with his graduation from school. What should have been one of the happiest moments of his life had turned into a torment during the first two years because of noble harassment. Only through effort and perseverance did he gain respect and transform his life.

"This is only one part of my life. This book is the first of four, and each contains a reward for you, dear friend. They may be together or scattered—you must find them without revealing your greatest secret." That gave me a headache. If the others weren't here, it would be much harder.

"I'm happy just knowing that someone from my world could find this book. I hope life treats you better than it treated me, and that you live long. As a reward for surviving and striving, here is your gift." I paused, reflecting on his life. Though he was poor, he had a loving family and never lacked food. It was a touching story of perseverance.

"Recipe for a Grade 2 Healing Potion." That was the single phrase on the next page. "A recipe?" The excitement drained from me. Grade 2 potions were common these days—not cheap, but obtainable with some effort.

But as I read on, my heart rekindled. It wasn't just any potion; it was entirely different. This recipe required just one flower, two plants, and a Grade 2 monster core. The cost was ridiculously low—it could be mass produced easily.

"This is a once-in-a-million opportunity." With this, I could solve financial problems if I handled it well. "Thank you, my friend." Now I could clearly see the path I had to follow.

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