Special class in another world

Soon, the maids brought tea, various cakes, and desserts before bowing and leaving. I glanced at the two kids—probably around my age, maybe 8 or 9—and couldn't help but notice how disciplined and quiet they were. Noble education really does turn kids into mini-adults, huh? It's almost creepy.

As I was watching them, the blonde girl suddenly smiled and waved at me. But her wave felt… off. Like she was waving at a toddler instead of someone her own age. Ugh, that annoyed me a bit, but whatever—I waved back anyway. No point in starting a diplomatic incident over a wave.

Then Queen Victoria—yes, the queen—looked between me and the green-haired girl, opened her fan with a flourish, and said, "Perhaps we should begin with introductions for the children."

She gestured to herself as if we didn't already know who she was. "I am the queen of our great empire, Victoria Pendragon. It is a pleasure to meet you all," she added with a smile so sweet it could give you cavities.

Her daughter stepped forward next. "A pleasure to meet you all. I am the first princess, Seraphina Pendragon." As she spoke, I thought I caught her mother glaring at her out of the corner of my eye, but maybe I was imagining things. Queens probably don't glare in public—its bad for their image.

The name Seraphina Pendragon hit me like a truck—or rather, like a raid boss. Wait, no, scratch that. It was a raid boss. The one I had to fight 122 times because my teammates kept dying in the first five minutes. Ugh, just thinking about it made me want to scream.

Still, this was probably just a coincidence. Better make friends with her, though—you never know when raid boss skills might come in handy.

Next up, the green-haired girl practically bounced on her feet. "Allow me to introduce myself!" she chirped, looking at us like we were a litter of puppies waiting to be adopted. "I am Duchess Amaryllis Greenweald, the current Saint of the Greenweald family."

Saint? Hmm. If that title meant anything like the Saint class from games, she'd be weak and not worth worrying about. But the name Greenweald felt familiar… Probably just some NPC I forgot about. Whatever.

Her daughter, on the other hand, looked like she'd rather disappear into the floorboards. "I-I am Sylvaine Greenweald. N-nice to meet you all," she stammered, clearly the shy type. Honestly, I felt kind of bad for her.

And then there was my mom. Oh, my mom. She lifted me up like a cat showing off its kitten—humiliating doesn't even begin to cover it—and announced, "It is wonderful to meet you both, Sylvaine Greenweald and Seraphina Pendragon. I am Duchess Cordelia von Reinhardt. I do hope you'll get along with my son."

Great. Thanks, Mom. Nothing screams "cool guy" like being held aloft like a sack of potatoes. I wonder why i am thinking like a kid is it casue of my biological age?

Suppressing a sigh (and my growing embarrassment), I stepped forward and gave my best attempt at a noble introduction. "It is an honor to meet you, Queen Victoria and Duchess Amaryllis Greenweald. I am Axel von Reinhardt, son of the House of Reinhardt." I even placed my hand over my chest for dramatic effect, which apparently delighted my mom even more. Fantastic.
The other two mothers nodded approvingly, clearly impressed by my performance. I guess I did better than the princess—who just blurted out her name without any flair—and Sylvaine, who looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock. Well, I'll take my victories where I can get them, even if they're small ones.
And with that, the children were ignored. Literally. Our moms just started chatting like we weren't even there. No joke—they went straight into gossip mode, talking about the latest fashion trends and some scandal involving a noblewoman running off with a knight.

Can I leave? I don't want to be here. I thought this was going to be important—not listening to what's basically medieval tabloid talk. Aren't you dukes and queens? Shouldn't you be discussing trade deals or succession conflicts or something?

As I looked at Seraphina and Sylvaine, they seemed equally uninterested. Was this a girl thing? Did I miss the memo? Can I leave?

I tried to get up, but my mom yanked me back and hugged me, completely ignoring my attempt to escape. I was trapped. Was this hell? Did I mistake my situation for an isekai?

While the girls gossiped, I scrolled through my system menu, bored out of my mind. Could I just leave? But the queen was here. Wouldn't that be political suicide if she turned out to be the hot-headed type? Or maybe I'm overthinking this.

Anyway, leaving without a good reason didn't seem like the smartest move, so I decided to trust my gut and stay put. What else could I do? I guess I could just listen.

"Yes, and that lady just ran off with the knight! Doesn't she have any pride?" the queen commented, shaking her head dramatically.

Yeah… I'd rather not hear about random noble gossip. As they talked, I slowly drifted off to sleep. This was such a boring exchange. I'd rather be back at school.
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"Ara, it seems my son has fallen asleep," I said with an amused smile, gazing down at his peaceful face. His tiny snores were barely audible beneath the clinking of teacups and the hum of conversation.

The queen tilted her head, her crimson eyes twinkling with mirth. "He did seem rather bored listening to us talk. Perhaps you should send him off to his room," she suggested gently, her fan fluttering like a butterfly.

"Ah, isn't he just a little cutie?" Duchess Amaryllis chimed in, her voice reaching an almost comical pitch. Her daughter, Sylvaine, fidgeted nervously beside her, glancing at Axel with wide, uncertain eyes. Even Seraphina seemed torn between amusement and concern.

I suppressed a sigh. Unlike ours, their education was strict and unyielding. No doubt they feared some unseen punishment awaited Axel for dozing off in such esteemed company.

But alas, I couldn't interfere with another family's methods—not openly, at least. So I simply smiled reassuringly at them, though it did little to ease their worries.

Turning slightly, I called out softly, "Mary." As always, she appeared instantly, her weathered face calm and composed despite decades of service.

Though well into her sixties, Mary moved with the grace of someone half her age. She had cared for me when I was Axel's age, and now she tended to my son with the same unwavering dedication.

Without a word, she scooped Axel into her arms, cradling him like a precious treasure. He stirred briefly but didn't wake, his small hand clutching instinctively at her sleeve.

Watching them leave, I felt a pang of nostalgia—but only for a moment. There would be time enough later to reflect on the passage of years.

As Mary disappeared from view, the others resumed their chatter as if nothing had happened. Such was the rhythm of noble life: moments of intimacy woven seamlessly into the fabric of duty and decorum. And so, we returned to our discussions, sipping tea and exchanging pleasantries while the weight of the empire hung silently in the air.