For the now three-year-old Zeke, who had just begun to learn to walk, his nightmare had truly descended.
Every morning, as soon as he woke up, a maidservant would be by his side.
Don't misunderstand, this maidservant wasn't there to serve him, but to educate him.
She held a soft rod in her hand.
Whenever Zeke didn't walk properly, this soft rod would appear to adjust his pace and posture.
As for what impact such early learning and walking would have, that was overthinking.
After all, they were the rulers of a planet.
While Warhammer's technology might seem somewhat distorted, it wasn't an issue for this particular aspect.
While walking, the maidservant constantly corrected his posture, instilling in him more noble etiquette.
And in his studies, while other little kids were playing, he also entered his academic life.
There was a lot to learn.
As the high king's successor, he needed to study all sorts of subjects.
All kinds of things were for him to learn.
Frankly speaking, just stacking up the catalogs of these books would be far, far taller than his current three-year-old self.
It was practically the combined height of four Zekes.
And this was just the beginning.
His teachers included all sorts of top educators from this planet, or rather, the entire sector.
They constantly traveled in and out of the high king's palace, educating the next generation of the high king.
Even if the former Zeke was an adult.
Even if he now possessed top-tier talent.
Even if he seemed to grasp these subjects quickly and with dedication, the suppression he felt during his studies was still unparalleled.
Zeke only endured this life for two months; after two months, he couldn't take it anymore.
A child, a child barely over three years old, had to endure such terrible torment.
This made Zeke feel unprecedented pain, something he had never experienced in his previous life or up to now.
Shouldn't nobles just be a bunch of parasites?
Shouldn't they just eat and wait to die?
Why should a noble be like him?
As someone who would inherit an entire planet in the future, this was completely different from what Zeke had imagined.
Although the Warhammer World was dangerous, and he had a slight inkling of that at the age of two, as the ruler of a planet, he shouldn't have to live such a hard life, right?
He felt as if he was being subjected to inhuman abuse.
Under such abuse, as a child, even if he had once been an adult, he still chose to seek help from his parents.
What was the result?
Zeke, using the noble posture and gait he had diligently learned, slowly walked into his father's palace under the maidservant's supervision.
There, he saw his tall father, his handsome father, the father who supported this planet.
Grisha, Zeke's father, was naturally delighted to see his son come to him.
As the high king, he didn't need to maintain a noble demeanor in front of his son.
The moment Grisha saw Zeke appear, he quickly stepped forward and picked Zeke up, his joy visibly evident on his face.
Ever since his child displayed extraordinary talent, even as his father, he couldn't casually go to his son.
This was the collective advice from the elders of the entire clan and the priests of the Ecclesiarchy.
He couldn't distract his son from his studies by seeking him out.
Or rather, it wasn't distracting his son's studies; it should be said it was wasting his son's time, wasting his precious study time.
Regarding this, even as the head of the Yaeger House and the high king of this planet, he could not violate it.
On one side were the elders of his clan, and on the other were the priests of the Ecclesiarchy.
Well, to be honest, if he wanted to, he could forcefully resist both sides, but why do that?
They were doing this for the good of his child; why should he stop them from doing good for his child?
Perhaps his current doting would make his child happier, but excessive doting was persecution.
Of course, all of this was for Zeke's future, and it didn't prevent him from showing enough affection when he saw his child now.
After being picked up, Zeke naturally felt his father's love for him, and this strengthened his resolve.
He suddenly felt that his thoughts and plans should be approved by his father, right?
After all, he was just a three-year-old child, and although he had a tiny, insignificant talent, he shouldn't necessarily have to live such a life, right?
He at least needed to develop a bit.
Zeke thought to himself, then organized his words and said in a childish voice:
"Father, can you let me not study so much every day? It's really tiring.
Look at my leg; that maidservant next to me has hit it so many times to correct my posture."
Zeke hadn't finished speaking when he saw his father's face instantly darken.
It was clear his father was about to lose his temper.
But ultimately, the maidservant was innocent.
As a good young man in his previous life, he wasn't willing for an innocent person to die because of a few words of his.
The Warhammer World was very cruel; Zeke was well aware of this, having learned some things over the past two years.
As the high king's son, his words could easily lead to the maidservant falling out of favor with his father and ultimately dying.
"But Father, please don't blame that maidservant.
The main reason is that I am really too young at my current age.
If I were a bit older, perhaps I could quickly grasp her guidance, and such a thing wouldn't happen."
Although he was pleading for the maidservant, Zeke's words, both explicit and implicit, still contained the desire for his father to speak up for him and let him start learning a bit later, when he was slightly older.
Grisha was quite pleased to hear Zeke's first sentence, which indicated that his son possessed the knightly virtues of tolerance and benevolence.
But upon hearing the latter part, being as intelligent as he was, how could he not know what his clever child was hinting at?
Facing his son's words, Grisha couldn't possibly tell him that even his own father couldn't do anything, and that it was all for his own good, could he?
Although it was indeed for his child's good, he could guarantee that if he dared to say it, his child might become distant from him.
This wouldn't do.
He only had one son, and he was counting on him to inherit his mantle.
This was unacceptable.
"Alright, alright, alright, I promise not to blame the maidservant.
I'll get you a new maidservant to guide your etiquette, how about that?"
'Was my intention with that sentence merely to plead for the maidservant?'
Listen to the second half, the second half!
He didn't believe his father wouldn't understand his meaning, but what did it mean for his father to say that?
It's over...