God's Apostle: Rebirth of a Lazy Genius

One day, Ethan noticed that the mansion was a lot more bustling than usual for some reason. Servants and maids were running along the whole mansion and it just seemed like something was going on.

Nearly one and a half years had passed since Ethan was born. He overheard that babies matured a bit faster in this world compared to earth and by those standards, Ethan really seemed like he had some sort of problem.

Ethan only recently realized this issue and even the Royal Physician was once again asked to come to the mansion to check up on him.

This was the same person who had helped Aisha to bring Ethan into this world. Ethan found out that the person also had the nickname of 'Divine Doctor' And 'Royal Advisor'. His name was Ferrah Alkhelm.

He was quite the all-rounder and apparently a very important and well-respected person in the Atrana Kingdom.

Ethan still remembered when Ferrah came to check on him and he just couldn't shake off the strange and uncanny feeling he got from the man. It was as if the man knew something more than he let on. The way he looked at Ethan was as if he was suspicious of him which was completely inconceivable.

But Ferrah obviously could not find what did not exist, which was of course any illness or perhaps poison that might be tampering with Ethan's growth.

After the 'Divine Doctor' gave his judgment that there was no problem with Ethan and the reason for his slow growth might be natural; everyone was saddened and Aisha was getting gloomier and gloomier by the day.

Before leaving though, Ferrah gave Ethan a suspicious glance. Ethan felt that this man was even more dangerous than his father.

But anyhow, for now, Ethan simply wanted to know what the hell was going on in the mansion and why everyone was so busy.

It was morning and Ethan had no choice but to observe as the maids came in and out of the room constantly. But he overheard a conversation between two maids which gave him some clues. It went something like this...

"Today's the day right?" A Maid said.

"Yes... At such a young age he must leave the family." Another Maid replied.

"But it's such an honor, no? Young Master Shirin will surely do well... He has always been a mature and strong child!" The Maid said and puffed up her chest with pride.

"I'm sure he will! It won't be long before we hear the word of his great deeds!" The other Maid said with a confident look.

"Yee! Oops, let's not waste more time... We must finish the packing before he leaves.." The Maid said abruptly suddenly realizing that she had much to do.

This was the conversation Ethan overheard while he was crawling around his room.

'So it's about Shirin, I imagine this has something to do with what I heard from those other maids one year ago. Guess I will just have to wait then.' Ethan thought and rolled around the floor. He then attempted to stand up in a blind spot where no one would be able to see him.

Actually, Ethan was able to walk when he became one year old but he hadn't revealed it yet to anyone as he wanted to create an illusion that his intellect was lacking.

His thoughts wandered in various directions and he also recalled his first birthday. It was a grand occasion as a huge banquet was thrown on the occasion and many Nobles were invited. The subjects of the Duchy were exempt from 40% taxes and the day was celebrated with everyone in great fervor.

Ethan remembered how his uncle seemed to be satisfied when no one was looking seeing Ethan's dullness and thinking that the poison was working effectively.

Ethan's trick seems to have worked as Selene nor her son nor Ethan himself was harmed or killed. Killing Selene would only attract more attention and she was just a small harmless pawn to Alier so there was no use bothering her anymore, or so Ethan deduced since nothing had happened yet.

Ethan was thinking about how long should he keep this facade going. He wouldn't mind pretending to be a fool forever but it was a rock-hard fact that Alier was a treacherous bastard and Ethan just wouldn't feel comfortable with him lurking around.

There was also the question of if the White Family had any powerful political enemies or not. Depending on that, Ethan might need to act and that's why he was not sure whether he should expose his uncle as soon as possible or keep the status quo as it is.

'How vexing... I should have been born as a farmer's son. At least I wouldn't have had to deal with so many shits.' Ethan thought while sucking his thumb.

He was simply the epitome of cuteness from an outside perspective. Babies grew a bit faster in this world so Ethan already had White Hair growing on his head. His face was also starting to shape up and now he didn't need to survive just on liquid as he now could chew.

Ethan's thoughts once again wondered as he suddenly remembered the time he had spent with his sister, Naenna White.

Naenna was a loving sister who doted on Ethan the most. She loved playing with him and spending time with him in general. She was now five years old and Ethan liked her innocent nature a lot.

She seemed like a person who would stand against the whole world and defend you if needed and people like this were much rare in any world. Ethan thought that she would grow up to be even more reliable for him.

Ethan's thoughts wandered even more in some... rather bizarre directions such as when he will be able to sleep below the open sky under the shade is a tree and gaze at the distant drifting clouds.

Ethan was a total weirdo and he knew it but for now, he was just waiting for Shirin to come visit him which he knew for a fact would happen so that he might know what was going on with all this 'leaving the home at the age of 10 Busines'

Ethan was of course not worried about Shirin but simply thinking of his own interest, 'Oh man. I hope this world doesn't have some kind of spartan tradition where they throw you in the wild to fend for yourself as a kid and come out as a warrior. Because I don't think I will be able to sleep much in the wilderness.' Ethan thought as he started at the entry door of his room blankly.