Season 1; Aren't They Valuable? Histories, And The Escorts.

"Sir Benjamin?" Estella gasped. "Benjamin Wright?"

Benjamin laughed, "That's me, Countess Est."

"I thought... why aren't you in Great Hesperia?" she asked.

"What do you think? I got the request from the great Emperor of a Representative to teach his expected prodigy son! So, where is his highness?" Benjamin looked behind Estella.

"He's asleep at the moment. He woke very early today and helped clean the place. Would you mind if we go chat in the suite?"

Benjamin smiled, "Of course not, Countess."

As the two of them walks towards the suite, using the corridors of the mansion, they passed by workers and servants, greeting them with a bow. They were already lighting up the place with Light Crystals. The hallway seemed to have lightened up each corridor they pass, and the rooms were now comfier.

"Is it true? The Emperor himself asked you to teach his highness?" Estella asked as soon as they sat down on each side of the sofas.

Benjamin nodded, "He told me all the details about what he thought of the Prince. And it seemed like, unlike his other kids, the Prince possessed a high potential of becoming as great as the Emperor."

Estella gasped at the statement, "Really? I mean, I knew that there was something special about his highness, but I never thought he would be as good as a prodigy. Now that you mentioned it, ever since his highness crawled, he copied my dialogue and kept in touch with my movements."

"Well, he is a four-year-old child," Benjamin explained.

Estella's eyes grew in confusion, "What are you saying? Prince Lawrence is still a year old."

"H-huh?" Benjamin stood. "But his majesty told me he was four..."

Estella sighed, "His majesty thought Lawrence was four? Did he not know? Ahh. There's no use thinking of it." she mumbled to herself.

"Are you okay, Countess?" Benjamin.

Estella smiled at him, "Yes. I was thinking, you see. But isn't the Prince's actions symptoms of a Genius?"

"I can't confirm. Can you give me details of Prince Lawrence's actions, Countess?" Benjamin asked. He took out a small notepad and a stick-like gadget.

Estella nodded, "Of course. Will this serve as an evaluation for his highness education?"

Benjamin had an earnest and very eager face as he nods slightly. Estella nodded back and began giving her observations about Lawrence. Their conversation was a serious matter that ended after four hours. Benjamin was able to create a conclusion.

"There is still no definite evidence for his highness to be a Genius. But he might likely be. No one-year-old child knows of deep vocabulary, and the fact that he did a speech above the stairs that stirred the spirits of the servants, I can't guarantee it. Allow me to observe him for at least a month, and I will give you what I think about it." Benjamin explained.

Estella nodded, "Will something happen to Lawrence if the validation confirms he is a Genius?"

"My opinion will not verify whether he is or not, but my thought will regard as a report that will attract experts, who will then take over my position to prove whether he is or not. But of course, it all depends on what the Emperor decides." Benjamin explained.

"That's a relief..." Estella sighed. "You must be exhausted. I'll ask a servant to prepare a vacant room for you. If you need anything to eat, please feel free to ask food to the cook."

"Thank you," Benjamin stood and bowed at Estella.

Estella left the room and ordered a servant to do so as she said. She realized that it was nearing late afternoon. She roamed the ground floor to check everyone. Some guards had finished their shifts and were resting or eating bread.

The workers were busy doing their jobs, and it seemed that they were making pathways in the garden with the flagstone design. There were also three gardeners cutting and forming bushes to look neat and suitable to the area.

Everything was going well, and the place seemed livelier than ever.

Estella moved to the upper story to go to Lawrence. As she proceeds her way, she meets twelve ladies who greeted her.

"Are you perhaps the Escorts?" she asked.

"Yes, Madam." one of them spoke.

"Good. Then follow me to the highness's room. You have the gifts, I presume?" Estella asked.

They nodded. Estella smiled then advanced to the corridors leading to where Lawrence slept. She opens the door and sees Lawrence, awake and eating.

"Good afternoon, Lawrence." Estella smiled.

"Hi, Mum." he greets, eating a cookie. He then sees the ladies behind Estella and becomes curious.

The ladies entered the room and stood still. They gave way in the middle for the headmistress- who came behind them earlier -and she spoke.

"Greetings to his highness, Prince Elijah. I am Arch Countess Jacqueline Lillian Lockridge, The Headmistress of the Eighth Replicas, Twelve Histories." she paused, reclaimed her stature, then spoke again, "Escorts. Bow." and all the ladies bowed. "Pledge your undying loyalty to his highness, Prince Elijah."

"Scarlett Freya Kensington of the Twelve Escorts. Protector of the First History: The Great War."

"Scarlett Gloria Kensington of the Twelve Escorts. Protector of the Second History: Enclaves of Mysse."

"Scarlett Ingrid Kensington of the Twelve Escorts. Protector of the Third History: Kingdoms & Representatives of Great Aqes."

"Eugene Ezra Paxton of the Twelve Escorts. Protector of the Fourth History: Zodiac Martial Arts, Sage Royal Martial Arts, & Sage Imperial Martial Arts."

"Helena Montcroix of the Twelve Escorts. Protector of the Fifth History: The Worshipped and Apostles."

"Margaret Bainbridge. I protect the Sixth History: The Possessions of Great Objects & Heirlooms."

"Cathleen Harrington. Protecting the Seventh History: Inheritance and Affinity."

"Olivia Violia Wraith of the Twelve Escorts. Protector of the Eighth History: The Unusual & Unique Inheritances."

"Rose Godfrey of the Twelve Escorts. Protector of the Ninth History: Talismans & Curses."

"Serena Corealia Flores of the Twelve Escorts. Protector of the Tenth History: Cultivations, Ascensions, and Transfiguration."

"Priscilla Lenoir Forrest of the Clan Lilith Descendants. Representing and Protecting The Demon Clan Eleventh History: Demon Clan."

"Victoria Evans of the Twelve Escorts. Alpha Phoenecian, Protector of the Twelfth History; The Intellectuals and Sages."

In sync, "From here on out, pledging our sacred oath of Loyalty and Sacrifice, as you may use us for your service, in the Ocean's Depth, The Pit of a Volcano, The Earth's Crust, and The Peak of the Winds, shall we serve Prince Elijah Lawrence Xavier Kingsley Royale Sage. And May the Primordials guide our Prince, the future of the Empire."

Lawrence stood and faced the ladies and a gentleman, "I, Elijah Lawrence Xavier Kingsley Royale Sage, accept thy's oaths. And The behalf of Granted Marquess, Emperor of Kingdom Laplace & Sage, my gratitude. I will be in your care." he spoke.

The Escorts showed their interest and excitement in Lawrence, whispering to each other. The Countess, Cathleen, and Margaret- on the other hand, displayed how bothered they were. Estella noticed the grimaces and frowned.

The Countess shouted, "Behave yourself, Escorts."

Everyone composed themselves, terrified of the loud voice. Estella scowled once again. Lawrence seemed firm, unaffected by the sudden increase in tone.

The Countess turned to Lawrence and spoke, "We will now return to our chambers, your highness."

"Stop," Lawrence commanded. His voice was casual, face blank. "How about the Countess's Oath?"

Lillian was bewildered by his statement, "The escorts' pledges are also mine, your highness. Now then, we will now leave and give the Prince privacy."

"No," Lawrence rejected. "I'd like to read the Second History." he casually stated.

"You cannot, your highness." Lillian's voice raised.

Lawrence looked at her with a blank face. But brow raised, "These are all in my possessions now. What do you mean, 'I cannot?'"

"You simply cannot touch the sacred books," she stated, her voice angry.

Estella's face darkened, her eyes fuming with anger, "Arch Countess of the lower Regions, I suggest you drop this insolence."

"Insolence?" Lillian asked in disbelief.

"Countess Lillian." Estella's sharp and terrifying voice called the headmistress. Her Inheritance greeted behind her, making a stunning yet dangerous appearance. "I believe you need a reminder. I, Estella St. Claire, Arch Countess of the Elites Region, have not lost my position. You dare display such arrogance." she glared.

"Enough," Lawrence uttered. The atmosphere changed, and the surrounding of Lawrence darkened. It's as if emitting animosity. Then it disappeared.

The escorts stepped backward. Headmistress Lillian's face was terrified, then she scowled.

"Everyone may leave except for the Second Escort," Estella ordered.