Chapter 5: Mana
During the following months, Astrael’s routine was set strictly.
During the day, he tries to learn the language by observing his mother, father, and servants, and at night, he practices breathing techniques or meditation that he learns from reading.
He can’t speak either, as his vocal cords are not fully developed.
And doing nothing all day except suck, sleep, and poop made him insane, so he tries to practice magic relentlessly.
Except for his baby commandment, he would do the only three things to remain sane: "practice, practice, and practice." He told himself, though practiced what, he was not entirely sure.
’AHHHHH GIVE ME POWER!’
*fart*
He roared in his silent throat, his frustration sometimes punctuated by a comical, embarrassing fart that reminded him of his helplessness.
"Ah, little lord! Time for a change!" Nanny Elara’s cheerful voice was a lash. Her thick fingers dug into his soft thighs as she lifted him.
’Cough, it’s embarrassing!’ Agony not physical, but the soul deep scrape of dignity stripped bare burned his cheeks crimson like a tomato. ’Focus, you fool!
’Maybe I should try to keep my mind still as water, as it was depicted in Buddhism.’