Mirac read and reread those words, over and ain, making sure he hadn't misread anything.

  But upon reading the title for the third time in a row, Miraoticed something highly uling:

  'These letters… This nguage… They aren't the same as in my old world! It's absurd: without any effort, it seems I read and uand the meaning of the words!'

  Caught off guard by this revetion, Mirac took a moment to think it over and analyze it more carefully and calmly:

  'If I think about it, this is rather uling! When I read the words, I feel like I uand them, but at the same time, I don't. It's as if my old nguage is g with the new one, like a tug-of-war in my Wernicke's area. Furthermore, I assume my family, and everyone w here in the castle, have always spoken using this nguage, which is pletely fn to me. A, since my rebirth, I never noticed! Not until I saw the words written down. I wonder if, until now, I've been thinking and talking to myself in my old nguage or this new one. Even now, I'm unsure! But now that I've noticed it, I feel that from now on, I'll be able to clearly distinguish which of the two nguages I'm using. With that settled, I shouldn't have any issues versing with others iure. At the same time, though, this discovery is incredible! My mind seems to automatically uand this new nguage, even though I've never seen it, studied it, or heard it distinctly from the other until now! And if it weren't for my vocal cords not being fully developed yet, I'm sure I could already speak it like a true native speaker!'

  All these thoughts, almost tradictory to each other, put Mira a serious inner flict. After the revetion, he didn't know whether to smile with excitement or assume an expression of distress.

  'But returning to the core of the matter…' thought little Mirac, wanting to clude his long analysis ond for all. 'How is any of this possible?! Could it be some kind of "hereditary memory"? But that wouldn't make any sense! After all, this body belongs to a newborn who died on the very night he was born! He shouldn't have had time to acquire any linguistiowledge. So, he 't logically be the source of this "hereditary memory" of mine. Assuming that's even what it is… Tsk, damn it! Another dead end…'

  As usual, Mirac tried to find a logical expnation for that strange phenomenon, but, once again, he was unsuccessful.

  He decided to set that enigma aside for the moment, just as he had doh all the others so far, waiting for the tools and information o solve them.

  And it recisely in this way that, during his first 11 months of life, little Mirac had identified four main enigmas that he wao solve one day:

  The first was HOW he had resurrected in this other world…

  The sed, assuming there was a reason, was WHY he had resurrected in this other world, and not, for example, in the normal one where he had previously lived…

  The third was to discover how Mirac had retained aic memory of his entire previous life…

  'The fourth mystery, then, is uanding how I read, write, prehend, and presumably speak this new nguage without ever having studied it…'

  Despite the myriad of unanswered questions, young Mirac was in no hurry to find ao his questions. Not that he could realistically ma right now.

  'Finally, I wouldn't be surprised at all if I discovered that all these mysteries are somehow ected...'

  After this supposition, young Mirac took a deep breath to calm his mind after the long analytical process.

  Theurned his hazel eyes back to the book belonging to the presumed librarian, which remaiill in pce, anchored to the numerous pages just inches from his face.

  * * *

  "Advanced Magical Arts of Fire"

  "Armin J. Bellsing"

  After reading the title and author one more time, for the seventh time in a row, Mirac assumed a somewhat dubious expression as he slipped bato a reflective bubble:

  'What kind of story is this?! Advanced Magical Arts of Fire? Seriously? Is this oddball some aspiring pyrokine? Hmph, what an idiot!'

  But immediately after insulting him, Mirac returo p the strale of the book, linking back to a few key points:

  '"Divine Miracle"… "Gift of Mother Nature"… Now that I think about it, anyone who saw me in the first weeks of my life said simir things. Beyion, I wonder how much this world differs from the one I lived in, not just in nguage and teological level. In fact! sidering that now everything, and I meaHING, is possible, without araint on human logic… Could it be that…'

  Mirac swallowed nervously, but also with excitement, barely managing to finish that thought.

  'In this world… I repeat, pletely unknown to me… Could it really… exist magi-?!'

  But before he could finish his sentence, Mirac was caught off guard when someone grabbed him from behind and lifted him into the air.

  'Damn it! Have they discovered me?!'

  Thin hands, with long, soft fingers, grasped little Mirac by the sides. He was wearing nothing but his diaper, and because of this, he could feel a soft ta his exposed skin.

  'These hands…' thought Mirac, with his feet dangling as he desperately tried to move and free himself from the grip. 'Yes, I'm sure! I know with absolute certainty whose they are! So far, she's the only one I've seen in the castle with painted red nails…'

  With a slow movement of his neck, simir to those in horror movies when the monster is revealed behind the protagonists, Mirac turned around to make sure he really uood who was behind him.

  And indeed, he hit the mark!

  "UEE UEE!" chirped little Mirastantly adopting the demeanor of a sweet, few-month-old baby.

  It was while uttering those two simple "sylbles" that he referred to his red-haired personal servant: Carmen!

  Needless to say, though, speaking in that childish way had always embarrassed him during all the months he had spent in this new life. And all this despite the fact that it was the only way Mirac could effectively express himself, given the limited capacity of his young vocal cords.

  In clusion, it was obviously too early for him to speak properly, and the fact that he was an old man reinated in a child's body didn't ge that. Human physiology, therefore, remaihe same as iher world.

  'Tsk, what a nuisance!' Mirapined inwardly, while smiling at his servant who was still holding him high in her hands.

  But he slightly widened his eyes upon seeing Carmen, who had always been calm and rexed, now furious.

  "Oh, foodness' sake, Young Master! We've been looking everywhere for you! You 't just wander around the castle whenever you please. You've made me worry!" excimed the red-haired servant, her brows furrowed, her tone revealing how much she had been ed for little Mirac, who had run away from his room.

  The so-called "Young Master," with no way to verbally apologize, adopted a regretful expression, l his gaze to the ground and g his hands in front of his exposed little belly.

  'This should work. Secret teique: Infant Fttery!'

  With this so-called "secret teique," Mirac was fairly fident, about 90%, that he could escape future reprimands from Carmen and any possible punishment from her. After all, she had been authorized by the Queen herself to do so, should the need arise.

  For him, when Ginevra was away fulfilling her role in the family, Carmen was like a seother. Sweet and kind, but strict when necessary.

  'Please, let it work!…'

  After a minute of being in front of that sweet sight, the servant's previously furrowed brows rexed, and her face lit up with a smile.

  "Oh, Young Master… You really know how to win fiveness. You make me so tender-hearted!" Carmen finally excimed, taking the baby and holding him tightly in her arms.

  'Hmph, my sweetness is unmatched!' he praised himself.

  Then, while still holding little Mirac, the servant slowly closed the library door and turned back toward the room of the little mischievous explorer.

  'In all of this,' thought Mirac, surrendering and colpsing onto the servant as he was being taken back to his cradle, 'the librarian hasn't moved an inch. I 't tell if he's incredibly focused on reading his book, or if he's just an idiot who hasn't realized anything at all...'