Reborn and relearning

Two years had passed since Hitler's reincarnation. He was now two years old and had learned to walk on his own. It was a strange feeling, to say the least, to have the memories of a grown man in the body of a toddler. His body had changed, but his mind remained the same.

The only problem was that he could not understand the language of this world. He could not speak, read, or write it. Hitler was frustrated, feeling like a prisoner trapped in his own mind. He wanted to find a way to communicate, to learn the language, and understand the world around him.

One day, he watched his mother use magic to heal a small wound. Hitler was amazed by what he saw, and he knew that there was so much he had yet to discover in this world. He was surprised by the existence of magic, but it also gave him a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a way he could learn the language and understand this world.

However, books were scarce and expensive, and his parents could only afford two. Hitler would spend hours looking at them, trying to make sense of the pictures and symbols on the pages. But without anyone to teach him, it was an impossible task.

As time went on, Hitler became increasingly curious about the world he was living in. He wanted to know more about the monarchy in his kingdom, and about the other kingdoms surrounding them. Hitler realized that he had a lot to learn about this new world.

He also knew that he needed to learn the language if he was going to understand anything about the world he lived in. Hitler was a smart child, and he felt that he was getting smarter every day. Perhaps it was because of his new body, but he could not be sure.

One day, his parents gave him a new name. They called him Elizabeth, a popular medieval girl's name. Hitler hated it, but he had no choice but to accept it. He knew that he had to keep his true identity a secret, and that meant playing the role of a young girl.

Hitler was frustrated with his new body, feeling weak and powerless. He longed for the strength and authority he had once possessed as Hitler. He was determined to become a warrior, just like he had been in his previous life.

Despite his frustrations, Hitler knew that he had to be patient. He had to bide his time until he was old enough to take action. He had to learn to live in this new world and understand its rules and customs.

He had to learn to read and write, to speak the language of this world. He knew that it would be a difficult task, but he was willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals.

As Hitler lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling, he knew that he had a long road ahead of him. But he was determined to face it head-on. He would learn the language, he would understand the world around him, and he would reclaim his destiny.