Alive again

"Young Master....master"

I sat up startled finding myself in a spacious room, a person stood in front of me with a stoic face, from her clothes she looks like a maid, I stared confused.

"Young Master Klaus, master is awaiting your presence at the dining room "said the maid in a monotonous tone.

I nodded subconsciously, mind still drowsy from sleep, it's until the sound of the door closing and the light sounds of footsteps became fainter and fainter that my eyes widened round from surprise and confusion, I sat up from the bed that I am sure is not mine, feeling something is weird, I looked at my hands, finding them smaller and without the calluses that I was used to.

I breathed deeply trying to calm myself, it's not time to lose my shit.

As the maid's words rang in my head, I tried to mull over my situation, not that this situation can ever make sense, so either I am hallucinating or this is real.

I looked at the room I am in, taking in the glistening crystal chandelier as it casts orange hues on the red coloured silk curtains, the big sized bed draped in soft cotton sheets, the soft scarlet carpet with it's beautiful shapes and the sparkling decoration that is sure is made from gold, it's silent and quiet, the only sound coming from the furnace, the fire crackling a warm red colour.

To summarize it all it was extravagant and…..old, there is no TV or any other modern mechanical devices, even if the room looks like it comes from my wildest dream, as a game addict, I am sure my hallucinations wouldn't be about travelling through time in an era that still uses candles, i paused eyeing a painting in interest, or maybe that isn't how hallucinations work.

Oh,

it seems like there is a door in a side wall, a bathroom perhaps ?, I stood up, targeting it as I made my way to my destination step by step only for something else to caught my attention, golden eyes stared wide at me, golden, I noted down the peculiar colour, the face was quite good looking, I whistled at the exquisite features, an androgynous boy it seems, leaning more toward the delicate side, esteemed to be between ten to thirteen years old, with a face I wouldn't mind staring at forever, problem is…..the boy is my own reflection.

I stared blankly at the face, pushing down the urge to punch the mirror and watch it crack and shatter to tiny pieces.

What were once sharp features softened, angry brown became sparkling golden, eyes that from the first sight are abnormal, golden curly hair replacing black straight hair as it sat above my shoulders.

The full extent of my situation suddenly sank on my head, as breath caught on my throat, phantom pain coursing through my body as something I forgot or my mind purposely ignored resurfaced back, I died.

Or I am supposed to be dead.

I startled, frantically looking around as another thing comes to my mind, my eyes laser focused on the book shelf at the side of the bed, I rushed to it, footsteps falling faster than before.

My eyes flickered through the titles, rapidly grabbing my desired one, as I flipped through the old and worn yellow pages.

Eisgard

I sank down to the ground, there was never an eisgard empire in my world, in fact there is no familiar name in the map, wait ...they are familiar, all the places, all the names that are written I've seen in a novel.

A novel ….i laughed from disbelief, the sound grating at my nerves.

a novel that i have read just to pass time,"The king ascension", what did the maid say again ?, yeah, young master Klaus, I gnawed on my fingernail, breathing up and down trying to keep my panic at bay as I remembered all the details.

So okay, I have transmigrated as a Villain, klaus Cornell, the half brother of the protagonist, scratch that he isn't even a true Villain, he is only named as such because he was an obstacle to the protagonist in his early life, and he has died early in the story, even worse at the bandits hands, after the father of klaus, the duke Cornell was stripped of his title due to the accusation of tax evasion, otherwise the bandits wouldn't be able to infiltrate the duke's estate.

So Klaus is a character destined to die, even if Klass didn't die from the bandit attack, he would have died from hunger.

Now that I think about it, Klaus's death was quite suspicious. How can mere bandits infiltrate the duchy, it doesn't make sense, and how coincidental can it get that only the male lead and his future subordinates survived, is it the thing named the protagonist halo ?, no, I don't believe in coincidences, they are only plans made by people, weaved to form a web encasing the prey.

I shook my head, feeling oddly calm as I grabbed more books. This is my world now and I need to learn more about it, as they say When in Rome, Do as the Romans Do.

I froze suddenly, as I realised something I forgot, wasn't I supposed to be in a dining room ?, I stoically stood up making my way to the door, with a calmness that doesn't betray my complete wreck of a freak out that I am in the middle of suffering.

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The calm mask will soon crack as I am staring at familiar yet so different golden eyes, cold and distant, at a face set in a frown expressing anger and displeasure, a silence more suffocating and less pleasant than the peaceful silence of Kla–my room.

hooray to my new shitty life.

I did not ask for this.

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This is my first time writing a novel, English isn't my first language, so there may be a lot of errors .