Math Is Magic Chapter 11: CHAPTER 11: Stepmothers and Half-sisters

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'Tsz, how embarrassing… I cried like a baby!' It was 1 PM. Mirac and Vincent were heading to the dining hall, having just finished their first day of lessons. After an hour of math, where they reviewed the first ten numbers and then studied up to thirty, they had a short ten-minute break. Then followed two long hours of continental language, another break, and finally, philosophy. Unfortunately, Mirac hadn't learned anything new beyond counting to thirty. He already had a perfect command of the continental language thanks to his innate knowledge, while for philosophy, Vincent had only given a simple introduction to the subject, barely touching on the fundamental concepts. 'I know I've already said it,' thought Mirac, recalling the schedule card he had struggled to memorize during the two breaks, 'but it's really a demanding program for someone who's supposed to be only 7 years old!' This was perfectly justifiable, given that, after all, he was the Prince of the Kingdom of Ardorya! Preparing to inherit the throne, rule an immense kingdom, command the armed forces, manage strategic resources, and negotiate with other powers… Every aspect of this responsibility required meticulous and advanced preparation! Therefore, according to King Arthur, Mirac had to begin preparing for all of this, even though he was only 7 years old! 'Isn't he maybe going a bit too fast?' Fortunately, though, Mirac—or rather, Vector—was an old soul, used to far more rigorous and demanding studies in his past youth. 'In comparison, it will be a piece of cake! Or at least I hope so...' Walking down the long hallway, Mirac felt the cool spring breeze brush against his face, lazily drifting in through the half-open windows and carrying with it the distant fragrance of the gardens. Once at the end, they turned left and continued along a shorter corridor that ran along the short side of the royal palace. At the end of this hallway, they descended a staircase of white marble, covered by a red carpet that cascaded majestically down the wide, low steps. Although the staircase was spiral, it completed only one turn, bringing them back toward the main corridor. 'Wait a minute! Now that I think about it… Why would this oddball be having lunch with us?' Mirac wondered to himself, glancing at Vincent out of the corner of his eye. However, he was too fascinated by the grandeur of the castle to notice Mirac's puzzled gaze. 'Well, never mind... Most likely, I'll find out later at lunch,' the young Prince hypothesized, shifting his scrutinizing gaze away from Vincent. After finishing the stairs and reaching the first floor, they arrived at the long main corridor. In the middle of it, a large staircase split into two separate flights that, with a U-turn, led to the entrance hall. From there, reaching the dining room was easy: they simply had to take the corridor to the right of the main entrance. Once inside, they found the entire royal family patiently waiting for their arrival. Each member was already in their usual place, as always. King Arthur and Queen Ginevra were seated at opposite ends of the long, perfectly polished white wooden table, which extended parallel to the wall where the double central door was set. On either side of the table, seven seats per side: three occupied by Mirac's sisters, all close in age, seated impeccably with their backs straight, their long curly hair framing their carefully groomed faces. Every movement they made was measured, as if even their breathing followed a strict protocol. On the opposite side, equally composed but with dark and probing looks, sat King Arthur's three wives. Next to them, occupying the next four seats, sat the daughters, each a unique reflection of their mother. The first wife, a blonde woman with blue eyes, sat beside her eldest daughter, who shared her golden locks and the same icy gaze. The second wife had long brown hair and eyes of the same color, a harmony of shades reflected in the daughter next to her, altho