Mad Mage Chapter 5

Hello there, heroine here. Currently I am at age seven and my family got yet another child! This time it is a cute little baby sister. My parents are less enthusiastic for her as they were for me at first and my brother after his birth. They mostly leave her for servants to take care of. As the eldest, I feel I should help the servants take care of the new addition to the family. I was an only child in my past life so having siblings is sort of a new experience for me. I guess after giving birth to a genius like me there was no point in having any other children. This family did not think that, and even though they secured their lineage they are still making babies. Oh well, since they are now my family it is probably best to get along with them. The baby acted exactly like a baby would act. Even back when I was a baby with the mind of an adult I was pretty venerable physically. I was not able to control my body that well which lead to pretty bad experiences, so I will not blame babies that have the mind of babies. Thankfully, the maids are in charge of the main dirty work.
My manners class has become more and more extensive as of late. Besides general manners I also have dancing, music, sewing, and after convincing my parents, horse riding. I decided that since I was a noble maybe I should try my hand at horse riding, and regretted it almost instantly. I was never an athletic person moreso after the gender and age change. It was a great strain on the legs and the more apprehensive horses did not like me that much. Dancing was also difficult, but enjoyable. What better way to show the grace, beauty, and elegance of my dream girl through dance? The instructor was pretty strict but fair. Making me memorize the dance steps and whacks me with a stick if I make the wrong move. Sometimes I have to spend the rest of the day until the steps are perfect wasting the time I gained from mastering other classes. It was not that I was bad at it. I memorized the steps and special memory required, but it does not matter if my body does not react the way I wanted. To make matters worse, because I try to move in precise dimensions the instructor scolds me anyway for saying my movement is “too stiff and unnatural,” and even when I get it right she just piles on stricter lessons. At that point I began to believe my instructor was a bit eccentric. When I asked my parents they said she was the best dance instructor of the kingdom. Makes sense being hired by a high noble, but I wonder how her other students got by in her lessons. I do not think I will be mastering dancing any time soon. Though, the instructor seems to be positive of my progress.