The Duke's youngest son is Unbearable

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The Training Ground

Arthur, covered in sweat and panting slightly, halted his movements as his crimson-red eyes landed on Asher. His gaze sharpened, watching as his younger brother absentmindedly popped another muffin into his mouth.

Feeling Arthur's piercing stare, Asher swallowed hastily and shot him a bright grin, giving a casual thumbs-up.

Arthur narrowed his eyes further before sighing and grabbing the towel Alfonso handed him.

"Are you done, Master Arthur?" the butler inquired, his posture straight and composed.

"For now," Arthur replied, wiping the sweat off his face. His muscles still ached slightly, but it was a familiar, almost comforting burn. He turned to Asher, raising a brow. "You're up early today."

Asher, still chewing, mumbled something incoherent.

Arthur's expression darkened slightly. "Swallow first. Then speak."

With an exaggerated gulp, Asher cleared his throat and replied, "I didn't feel like sleeping anymore."

Holding up a muffin toward Arthur, he asked, "Want one?"

Arthur glanced at the offered muffin and then at Asher, his gaze unreadable. He took it without a word and bit into it, finishing it in a few quick bites. As he chewed, his eyes flickered back to the remaining muffins on Asher's plate.

Feeling the weight of Arthur's hungry stare, Asher instinctively shielded his plate. "You can find more inside," he offered, grinning nervously.

Arthur lifted an eyebrow, amusement flashing in his gaze. "You know… now that you're up early, you can have a training session with me."

Asher stiffened, his smile faltering. This guy can be really devious sometimes.

Arthur watched as Asher forced a lighthearted chuckle. "You know what? You can have these." He handed over two muffins.

Arthur stared at the offering. "Only two?"

Damn. Asher internally cursed before quickly pushing the entire plate toward him. "Actually, take them all! You just finished training, and you need the energy. I can just grab more inside."

Arthur took the plate but didn't drop the subject. "You know, training isn't that bad. Especially for you, now."

Asher's smile stiffened further. "I would, but… uh…" He perked up suddenly, eyes darting around. "Oh! You hear that? I think someone's calling my name. I should check that out!"

Arthur's face remained blank. "No one's calling your name."

"Nah, pretty sure someone is!" Asher declared, already walking—no, running—out of the training grounds.

Arthur sighed, shaking his head. "Why doesn't he like training?"

Alfonso chuckled, his voice calm and knowing. "You should go easy on him, Master Arthur. After all, he went through quite a lot yesterday."

Arthur exhaled slowly, taking another bite of a muffin. He knew what Asher was going through—perhaps more than Asher himself did.

He had once been the same way. At eleven, he was already called the genius of the century, a prodigy swordsman unmatched among his peers. He had been arrogant, proud—until reality shattered his illusions. The first time he faced an overwhelming force that nearly took his life, he realized talent meant nothing if you lacked the strength to survive. It didn't matter how much potential he had—without power, he was as good as dead.

But instead of despair, that moment had ignited something in him—a burning drive to push forward, to train harder, to grow stronger.

Asher… Asher hadn't reached that realization yet.

For now.

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The Flower Garden

Asher slowed his steps as he entered the garden, his shoulders relaxing as the scent of fresh flowers filled the air.

"Jeez… what does that guy think? That everyone's a training mongrel like him?" He muttered under his breath.

Finding a bench, he flopped down with a sigh, glancing at the flowers nearby. The petals swayed gently in the morning breeze, dew still clinging to their edges.

Haven't seen flowers this close in a while…

A sudden thought struck him.

Wait. Do I have a system? A cheat? A golden finger?

Excitement flared in his eyes. I should have something, right? I mean, I got reincarnated, so there has to be something!

He cleared his throat dramatically. "System?"

Silence.

His expression twitched.

"Cheat, come out!"

Nothing.

"Golden finger…?"

Still nothing.

His jaw clenched. "What the hell? Did I get scammed?!"

He paused, deep in thought. Do I have to kill something first? Maybe I need to unlock it under special conditions…?

Then, as if reality smacked him in the face, he exhaled sharply.

Who am I kidding? I already know what my ability is.

His mind flashed back to the dream—the so-called "awakening."

That stupid dream… It was my cheat, wasn't it? His fingers curled into fists. It didn't even tell me how to use my powers! How the hell am I supposed to figure it out?

Frustration bubbled inside him, but then another realization hit.

Wait… maybe it's like using magic?

His brows furrowed. No, magic in this world required incantations or hand gestures, but… he had neither. How do I use my ability without knowing how to trigger it?

Damn that dream! I hate it so much!

He groaned, raking a hand through his crimson hair.

And on top of that, I don't even know a single spell! Not one! What kind of reincarnator doesn't have magic by now?

It was ridiculous. He had lived in this world for thirteen years and had yet to cast even the most basic spell.

Well, technically, not thirteen years in Earth time. This world had 26-hour days, 33-day months, and 13 months per year. By Earth's standards, he'd be around sixteen and a half.

But that didn't change the fact that he was utterly spell-less.

He leaned back on the bench, arms crossed, staring up at the sky.

What a disgrace to all reincarnators.

But then, a smirk tugged at his lips.

Eh, guess I'll just have to figure things out the old-fashioned way.

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