Chapter 1. I Became The Grandson Of An Aristocrat

　When I became conscious, I found myself alone under a bridge.

　I didn’t know why.

　Also for some reason I became small..
am I a baby??

　I still don’t know what’s happening.

　Where am I, who am I? Half a day passed while I pondered these questions.

　At first, when I tried to raise my voice a little , only a small cry came out , so I decided to cry as hard as I could and due to this my voice almost died.

　I tried moving my arms and legs a little.

　But could hardly move at all

　I couldn’t even turn over, let alone stand up, due to my short, tiny arms and legs.

What would happen to me if no one finds me?

　A baby abandoned under a bridge.

　I wondered which would be less painful, starving to death or being eaten by wild animals.

　That’s exactly how I tried to escape the reality i’m in now.

Meanwhile, The sun rose and passed right over the bridge, and fell in eventually.

　Somehow now i was able to regain some of my strength after sitting idly , so I struggled and cried for a while.

I cried for a bit, but all I could muster to get out was a baby’s cry:
“uwaahan, uwaahan!

“Hmmm, what!? it’s a baby after all.”

　!? is someone there ?? i thought

　In response to my cries, a kind voice came from above.

　It sounds like an old man.

　Immediately after, an arm was put under my tiny frail body and lifted me up gently.

　Then I saw a close-up of the old man’s aged face right in front of me.

　The old man picked me up in his arms and searched through the cloth that were wrapped around me.

Is he looking for something …… that can identify me?

　Nope , nothing could be found as expected.

The one who left me here must have thrown or destroyed it somewhere so that my origins could not get traced.

But Even if they left me here , the least they could do is put up a note saying “Please pick him up,” or “His name is __,” or something like that.

There seemed nothing that could be used or helped in identifying my origin.

　I still don’t know why i was abandoned, or why am I a baby in the first place.

　Judging from the way the man was talking, it seemed that he wasn’t going to leave me here.

　I felt relieved since I wouldn’t starve to death or become a snack for the wild animals.

　Meanwhile ,The old man stared at me.

　And I stared right back at him.

　I cannot speak, and when I tried to , only a small cry came out.

　So all I could do now was stare at him.

　I tried to appeal the man with my eyes, asking him to pick me up.

“What a strange baby.”

　After spending some time staring back at each other , the old man spoke to himself.

　hmm? Is there something strange that i cannot see or feel myself?

“he has mysterious eyes. It looks like something a grown person is supposed to have , it’s nothing like what is expected on a baby”

　That’s the right answer.

　I’m not really a baby after all. I’m an adult.

　Is this reflected on my eyes?, since I can’t see them I wouldn’t know …….

“What!? you act as if you understand my words!?”

　That’s the right conclusion again.

” You’re a wise one hmm? I’ll take you in.”

　The old man said.

　Now I was a little relieved.

　I was saved from the worst outcome

“Are you there, Simon?”

“Yup, I’m here.

　I heard another man’s voice.

　A little further away, I heard the sound of shoes incomming

　It seemed like a middle-aged man’s voice.

　The voice seemed calm and respectful towards the old man.

He said, “You go back ahead and prepare milk ,diapers and everything else that is needed for the baby.

“Very well, sir. Since One of the servants in the house has just given birth i believe it would be no problem.”

“Well, that is very convenient. Now, the baby should be breastfed, they grow up healthier that way. Have the lady get prepared for that as well.

“Yes, sir.”

“Now I’ll leave the rest to you. Good luck.”

“Yes.”

　The sound of footsteps on the gravel gradually became more and more distant, and then he left.

　I thought.

　I couldn’t see the man.

　As a baby, I couldn’t even turn my head around to look at him.

　But from the voice, the language, and the interaction with the old man, it seemed that the old man was the owner of some house and the man was his servant.

　Maybe he’s a butler …… or something?

　Since he can have a butler, so maybe this old man is …… quite wealthy?

“All right, we’re taking it easy.”

　The old man walked while holding me in his embrace.

　We left the bridge and walked along a street that I had never seen before.

I don’t know what will happen next

　 But for the time being, I don’t have to worry about being alone under the bridge.

　–Although at this time i had no idea

　 That the name of this old man who picked me up was Lawrence.

　His full name is “Lawrence Graham Rockwell.

　He was a duke of the empire, a position befitting his grand name, and a very important personality.

　 Meanwhile I was just a commoner, but somehow I was abandoned and after I got picked up.

　I became the grandson of a Duke.