After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 10

Chapter 10: Royal School

The storm-like eight days of “baptism” passed, and daily life returned. Now, it’s just a matter of about nine months to see what kind of child will be born, determining the evaluation as a stud. I’m not particularly interested in the results; rather, I need to focus on studying to live in this world. While learning swordsmanship and shield techniques from Sieg-niisan, I diligently immerse myself in the vast collection of books at home.

I also returned to the Royal School, a five-year institution for those aged twelve to seventeen, attended by royals, nobles, and affluent commoners. For women, there are magical studies, political science, and military science, while men have knight studies, estate management, butler studies, and even a stud studies class. It’s a curriculum division that vividly reflects the roles of men and women in this society.

As someone with no memories of being Lutz, I was anxious about fitting in with my schoolmates, but…

“Lutz! Are you okay… Oh, right, you don’t remember, huh? I’m Klaus!”

“I’m Dieter. If you’ve lost your memories, let’s become friends again from scratch.”

Probably, the original Lutz was on good terms with his friends. The youngsters introducing themselves as friends were all kind, considerate of my confusion, and warmly showed friendship. I felt grateful to the previous “Lutz” for the unexpectedly supportive environment.

As for academics, I had no worries at all. Lutz was in the estate management class, but the business education here was basic, mostly about keeping accounts, and arithmetic was at a very elementary level. For someone who had worked as a manager in modern-day Japan for years, it was a breeze. I was only concerned about the language difference, but for some reason, I could read and write. This must be some kind of reincarnation cheat, like in light novels.

So, answering the teacher’s questions accurately without being too assertive, my classmates who were worried about my delay seemed relieved. After that, we had easygoing times eating lunch together, lying on the grass during breaks, engaging in casual conversations. The central topic was the recent “baptism,” but that was inevitable.

“So, how was it? Did you do well?”

“I can’t really tell if I did well or not myself. But it seems like my partner was satisfied.”

“You’re saying that, Lutz!”

With a loud smack, Klaus forcefully patted my back. Klaus is a good guy, but he doesn’t know the meaning of holding back. By the way, he, the eldest son of a viscount, had his “baptism” a month ago. Dieter, the eldest son of an earl from the neighboring estate, is scheduled for next month.

“Alright, for Dieter’s sake, let’s share the practical experiences we learned…”

“…Are you an idiot?”

“Ugh.”

Interrupting Klaus, who was shamelessly talking about embarrassing things, was a beautiful girl with strawberry blonde hair, slightly wavy, and striking gray eyes. Her plump pink lips were very attractive, but the words that came out were so piercingly cruel.

“Speak about such things more discreetly, okay? Got it?”

“Y-Yes… I’m sorry.”

Klaus, who had just boasted confidently, now meekly apologized and shrank. Well, I guess he’s scared.

This beautiful girl is Margarete von Hannover, the heir to the marquisate, the same age as us. She dominates the military science class at school, combining light magic with swords, bows, or even fists. There is no one among seniors or teachers who can match her in combat ability, and she is often referred to as the “reincarnation of a hero.” Well, that “hero” is our mother.

“So, I came to see Lutz for something. Hey, are you free after school?”

“Yeah… I don’t really have anything to do other than going home and reading books.”

“Alright, hang out with me. Meet me in front of the main gate at 15:30, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

Uttering only what she wanted to say, Margarete turned away and left, her figure exuding an air of elegance. Dieter sighed with admiration beside me.

“She’s beautiful… Lutz is lucky. You’re friends with Margarete-sama.”

“It’s not as great as you think. Grete can be quite intimidating.”

So, the young lady I just referred to as Grete is apparently my childhood friend. I say “apparently” because, as usual, it’s related to the old “Lutz,” and I don’t remember anything. Our mothers were close friends, and she admired my mom, who was also praised as a “hero.” So, from a young age, she often came over to our house, naturally leading to many opportunities to play with me and Sieg-niisan, gradually becoming a “friend.”

Grete was quite shocked when she learned that my memories were completely gone, but she quickly composed herself. With a determined declaration, she hugged me tightly.

“Don’t worry, Lutz. I’ll help you regain your memories!”

Well, that’s why for the past month or so, I feel like I’ve been getting a lot of attention. This world has strict and conservative views on relationships between men and women, and unnecessary closeness between young men and women is generally frowned upon. However, Grete and our mothers don’t seem to mind. Well, we’re still thirteen years old, so from an adult perspective, we might still be considered children.

“Lutz is so lucky…””She’s so adorable…”

My friends are still gazing in the direction she ran off to, showing signs of lingering affection for her, who has already disappeared from view.