I woke up the next day to a crowd of people crowding over my crib.

"So, little guy, what did you choose?" My father asked

"Choose where?" I answered

"Your Class, of course! We're all very excited to know your Class!" My father said, not really solving my confusion

"What in all the worlds is a class!" I yelled, finally losing my patience

"You didn't get a prompt yesterday?" My father asked, his brows furrowing. Wait, how do I know what brows are?

As for his question, I didn't dignify it with an answer as a dignified brick like me does not repeat such obvious questions.

" What exactly are you playing at kid? Can't even answer your father?" A grumpy old man said

"Shut up, grumpy old man! I was distracted by the flying windows!" I said using a tactic I saw used with great success within the palace's courts

"Flying Windows?" Father said, his voice taking that firm tone that only the emperor was allowed to take

"Ya those blue things that fly at you all the time. They are so irritating!" I replied

"Those are notifications...let me guess, you didn't read them..." Father replied, his tone taking what I called the coup tone. " Open them now, and this time tell me what each of them says"-he turned to the rest of the audience-"get out, all of you. I'll deal with the rest of it."

"Ok...I did read some of them though" I said losing my confidence "There were these two, one was an achievement that gave +10 to all stats and the other was a title...no idea what it did though"

"Show them to me, now" Father demanded and I complied...somewhat hesitantly but was shocked by my father hitting me on the head

"I said show them!" he said

"I am! Maybe you're not seeing them?" I replied feeling a sort of burning in my chest.

"You're not seeing them because those are set to private only, it'll be a while before the little guy can override the default settings," the Banmeru from yesterday said appearing before me suddenly.

"Those are not for your eyes now shoo"-he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture-"Now little guy, let me introduce myself"-he suddenly turned, causing Father to literally go out the window.-"I am Narvin, Preator of this household, and you young one are its youngest member"

"Ok, sure." I said not bothering to listen to Narvin's completely inadequate title, it seemed to cause Narvin's eye to twitch, but I suspect even this guy knew of his own inadequacy.

"Now would you please show me your class." Narvin said

"What is a class?" I asked, hoping that someone would finally answer

"A class is a definition of who and what you wish to be, it is your chosen path during that part of your life" Narvin said, his tone bearing great resemblance to the great scholors I had seen advice the princes...maybe that was Narvin's purpose? to advise me?

"Sure" I said as I pulled up the flying screens, instinctively knowing how to do so.

I.Am.Angry.I.Am.Livid. How dare a mere system even imply that I am ignorant. It is the system that knows not my great brickness. My anger has now reached its crescent, soon It shall pierce the skies and rend the system I shall-"So? Are you going to tell me about your class, or not?" Narvin inturrepted sounding impatient, the impertinence! to be rude to your charge! I must have him removed from his post! What is his post though?

"Ahum!Ahum" Narvin said, he was really impatient now.

Deciding that being rude to others was above one so honored as me, I told him what those irritating screens from before had said to me.

"Interesting, very interesting"-he stifled his laughter(he dares!)-"Well you sure have an interesting collection here, be sure to check out the library for any information you need." Narvin said and wooshed out of the room

Maurise Arlford, Heir Candidate to the Earl of Cristanfor

Ever been thrown out of the room at one of the most important moments of your son's life? I just did.

If the Praetor wasn't one of the three great changers that even my great grandfather couldn't beat(If he bothered to show up that is)I'd have yeeted him across a subcontinent by now. Now I had to leave helping my child deal with what was probably a subpar class to a man known for his arrogance and combat ability!

Finally, I heard a whoosh as the man left the room. I stepped into the room to find my son staring at empty space in absolute shock. What exactly had that old coot done to him?

"So...what class did you get?" I asked hoping that the damage wasn't too extensive

"[Seeker of Known]" the baby answered, looking at me at wistful eyes that would work better if I knew what they wanted

"So what exactly does your class do?" I asked gently

"I get to know what everyone knows! It told me I was misconceptual! and had wrong conclusions!" The baby said throwing a tantrum

"Hmm...well you are a baby, and babies usually spend their time getting to know what everyone knows. So...maybe we can pay the library a visit after we have your stat sheet revealed tomorrow. Get you your first levels as a [Seeker of Known] huh? Now go to sleep."-I kissed him on the forehead and then cast a sleep spell on him-"Alferar Isliunem."

I then left the room worried for my son's future, for while all babies seek the known, none of them get classes for it.