The inside of the house as far as i know goes as follows: My bed, Parent's bedroom, Father's private room, Mother's private room, Empty room that was once sister's, Guests room, Living room, Dining room, and the Bathroom. So far, i have only known to have seen 4 of these, excluding the Bathroom:

Firstly, My Bedroom for starters, is coated in green which i can guess signifies the birth of new life and it's also nature's most associated color.

The toys like tower stacking and car race and miniature dolls is made from the materials a little bit hard like clay but not so hard like a rock as to prevent any possible injuries.

Bed's as little as you'd expect in accordance as to make sure i can not walk to the gaps and over them, with the bed beside it that is always used to tell me bedtime stories, like how my parents are 'Guardians' that defended against hordes of hideous mutated monsters.

(Do they have gun toys in this world? If not, i'll just make do with paper plane, cooking dirt and rock pebbles)

Secondly, the Living room is sets of furnitures set around to convey the sense of 'order' and 'discipline' by having tables, chairs, vases and others neatly in a way that comforts yet enlighten my mind from any stray thoughts aside from being 'safe'.

(The heck is this place used to be with all this structures all around?)

And onto the last one.

Arriving at the Dining room where it lays out a little back of the house interior.

2 tableclothed tables and 6 seats is the most we can do right now because rarely do we have guests that comes to eat with us like Raisya.

Spices, herbs, salts and sugars, coffee beans both rae and processed and what else is put on the upper shelves on their own respective jars.

Eggs, meat, noodle, vegetables and other ingredients are put to a refrigerator behind the kitchen.

Cooking utensils, washing sponges and soap, water sinks and their water taps are on the middle shelves.

There's also a bathroom behind the kitchen, almlst no different than the main bathroom except it's smaller, no lockers and no bathtub but there is buckets inside for that.

"What's for breakfast, Fiona?" With me piggy riding father on his back, i see mother bringing some dish pots, plates, eating utensils and drinking cups. "Stew with some eggs as the side dish, bread and milk for a healthy body, healthy mind and healthy soul. Porridge's for him as always, a little bit of softened fish and tofu so as to make him not being picky on food". A little bowl that looks hideous like a lump of fresh baked rice.

(Sure hope i get to eat normal rices and not just it's baby portion)

. . .

"What are you writing, Arlan?" Father standing in front of me, asking while his hand holding a spoon for feeding me.

Sitting and holding a piece of messy inked paper, i stand up from the floor walking towards him. "Papa! I'm dlawing daagon an' knigt!" I tried my hardest to speak loud and clear, what with the tiny voicebox and damp lips.

(I am, So~ embarassed having to say that)

He holds the spoon over my mouth. " *chuckles* Yes yes, eat big and get big to be the knight to slay those dragons, Arl. Here comes the last one, Aahm~" He opens his mouth, telling me to mimic after him.

"Aahm~" I tasted the last of the portion for my breakfast.

(*gulp* Huh, still not used to eating porridge with a horse-like meat to it, not like i can complain in the first place)

Some days ago when i try to ask around on my sister's whereabouts and identities, they say she is on a journey when they reach an age of 14 for reasons in which they didn't tell me. They told me that when i'm 7, i can ask her to play with me after my 'time' comes.

Our family's close friend is Raisya and her husband Carmine whom i haven't come to know yet.

They stay with their kids in the city and run their business there so the only times i can see Raisya is when she comes to visit us sometimes.

I still don't know the other rest of her family, currently.

The position of the 'sun' and the 'moon' that overlooks this world is not that different, aside from the calendar.

The calendar here have a slight difference. It's just that there are 575½ days a year, making it 48 days a month.

What's absurd is that the names of the days and months didn't change at all.

Way to point out either laziness or burnout of the other writer.

(Least there's more holidays for us, right?...)

Saying my father is more brawn than a brain is a distain to him.

On the 16th, 32th and 48th day of any month, all of us are having a walk out to an empty field not far from home.

The reason why is because those 3 days are the days where their headmasters head off to His Majesty for reasons which they both didn't tell

Also, on these 3 days they always have a duel for the sake of me learning both magic and knightsmanship.

While i watch from afar as a spectator, sitting on a boulder with a river close to it, i deducted that my father have the most efficient usage of both brain and brawn.

For example, while mother is evading father's wood sword slashes and counters them with Wind chant to make the sword fly.

Father, instead of evading or blocking, flows with it and jump high up and does acrobatics where he glides to the position where the sun is, blinding mother temporarily in the process and you can basically guess how it ends.

The ratio of which father won against mother is 4:3, most often than not after exhausting my mother's mana from all the chanting and spellcasting.

Sometimes mother uses magic for our daily life. Like for drying the clothes in the sun more efficiently, she uses the combination of low-powered Wind and Fire magic chant to dry off the remaining water and the outcome is that they smell... distantly melancholic?

Whatever kind of soap she used for them?

The food here is not much different, but i do miss not having rice from time to time. I'll make do with the porridges for now.

I enjoyed the days i spend with them, in and out of the house.

*bell rings*

"Honey, sounds like the guest has come just in time"

"OK, i'll be going to the front first, don't be rash on feeding him!" Mother exits the dining room, closing the curtains on the way.

"Hey! Why can't you put your trusts on me whenever it includes babies?

Ugh, anyways, i'll be washing the bowl and Don't stray too far out of my sight, okay?" Father goes on to the nearest sink to wash the bowl with a sponge, and i take that oportunity to crawl over to mother.

(Let's see whether or not Raisya's bringing some other new toys, though i'd prefer books, if only i can speak what i had in mind clearly). After some seconds of crawling, i walk up to where the front door is located, and i hear mother conversing not far.

" (faint) Pleasure to meet you, Madam Gritt!" A soft womanly voice can be heard when i get close enough to the front.

" (low-voice) Arlan, why don't you just quit sneaking up on mother again" Behind me, unknowingly and stealthily, father crouches looking me at the eyes.

He picks me up for a piggy ride again, going towards the terraces. "I know you're bored in the house, but wait for me next time before playing, yeah?

When you're out of my or your mother's sight... It's not good for the soul.

What do you say in this kind of situation, Arl?"

I pout, heads down with regret. "... I'm solhy"

"Yeah, now let us go on about greeting the guest together" Picking up where we go on passing my bedroom and the others again, i see a faint figure of a gold long-haired woman in front of mother.

One day i came to know something.

The academy they work is having a joint sessions. It occurs every 4 years and also continues for 4 years in order to the attendant and students to see from the other side's view.

And so both of father's and mother's schedule is changed to make it seem like they are in harmony.

The only days i can play with them is Saturday and Sunday. And the previous 3 days before? Delayed until this is over, what a bummer.

They both noticed i am getting lonely but they came prepared.

"Ah, here you are, Arlan! Meet the person that will take care of you for the next 4 years, our housemaid!" Mother steps aside, showing me the full figure of the young woman.

Her face noticably takes after the Caucasian, with how her skin is looking more white and smooth, her eyes brown, her golden long hair, and her clothes that of a Victorian-style maid outfit minus the headbang.

"Hi! Pleasure to meet you, Young Master Arlan!

My name is Elena and just Elena. I hope we get along well for the next 4 years~" Putting the most sincere smile i've ever seen, she introduced herself.

"... Me too. I hope the same..." Sounding tame, i can only gaze her in awe of her angelic figure. Wish i can take my thought back then and crushes it with a hammer.

And so with that, appears another occupant in the house.

. . .

In my room, books of all kinds from dungeons, stories, guides, histories, learnings and so on; i'm engrossed at a knight focused book with some arsenal arts on it's galleries.

(Swords and Daggers, Katanas and Nodachis, Bows and Knuckles, Spears and Shields, Guns and Bombs; long as i get to dual-wield something, i want to train at least some of them when i get to some academy on the city)

Fully immersed, the book got picked up by someone at some point. "So here you are, Young Master!

I told you to have a bath first before touching the books!

I'll be returning this one to the racks". She goes to put it to the racks to our right near the door that was put in here after she became our housemaid and my indulgence in discovering things.

The bottom rack has fairytales that i don't get too much opinion at. The middle contains some interesting learning books, histories, and folklores.

The top is where she's putting it, alongside the other guides, dungeons and theories.

"Aah! Why?!"

"Because you are still dirty to touch books. Now come with me to the bath"

Elena is our housemaid that saw the post from my father to babysit me from the city.

Whether it's by paper or digitally she was found and hired, i do not know but she never lets me out of her sight.

She is my caretaker, after all, though i do find it disrupting that she always find faults at little things like this.

Honest, remindful and to the point where she'd pinch my cheeks because of how worried she is over me, sitting at the boulder where i usually spectate father and mother.

It has been at least half a year since then, naturally she's familiar with us and is recognized even as a part of the family, tells you what this Gritt family values to their closest associates.

(Was just having some quiet moment to myself on what academy i should choose first to learn weaponry.

Pretty sure there's the likes for Archers like Ranger or Scout Academy, if i were to recall it?

Woman just gotta headbutt in at that time, but at least she cares for me)

"Uwaah! But but bu-"

"No buts! For punishment, i will have to clean you more from the dusts that has been gathering around you"

Looking at my own body, i haven't showered this morning because i'm trying to go on the usual spot but it rained yesterday and i stumbled upon some puddles and after it dried from my clothes, turns into dusts. "Owh..."

I still can't speak clearly, the very reasons why i am reading is to learn the language of this world to make sure i can talk at least more of a kindergartener so i can ask permission to explore more of the house.

(And you just had to pick me up while i'm at it) "Ble~gh!" Pushing my right eyelid down with the right pinky and sticks out my tongue, i contempt her.

"Young Master, that face is not going to work on me.

But still, to talk while not even 6 years old in my hometown is an achievement in itself.

So don't be too angry about it, yeah? " She goes on to strip me off my clothes, before opening the door to exit.

(That silver tongue of her! So ferocious, i am jebaited and i so not want to say this, but guess i'll forgive you in exchange for the compliment)

Heads down, covering my vital parts with both hands following her to the bathroom. "... yesh"

. . .