The Golden Spoon Aristocrat
When I saw protagonists getting sent to another world, treated like heroes, and still suffering like dogs, I always wanted to praise them. Amazing. Seriously impressive. How could anyone endure that? Getting injured, facing constant threats to their lives. Those guys were the type who’d succeed even back on Earth. Me? No chance. I could never do it.
“Young Master.”
“Mm.”
The maid had already refilled my empty teacup. The distinctive fragrance rose and tickled my nose. This was my personal sanctuary—a quiet study tucked away in a corner of the lord’s castle. I spent a pleasant moment gazing at the vivid blue sky beyond the open window.
The rigid class system decided at birth. The strangely advanced daily conveniences unique to fantasy worlds. And my own position as the second son of a count’s family, a classic setup straight out of those novels.
“As expected, being born with a gold spoon really is the best.”
“Pardon? Shall I prepare a gold spoon for you?”
“Hmm… That doesn’t sound bad at all.”
“Understood. Please wait a moment.”
“Go ahead.”
The maid hurried down the hallway with quick, light steps. I smiled while watching the sway of her fluttering skirt. As expected, being a heavenly dragon is the best.