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It took several hours to calm my fear and panic. I pretended to sleep so everyone could leave me alone. After that, I started thinking and asking questions in my mind. Who is 'Brahms'? how can I be in his body?
I can't remember about myself, but why I can remember a stranger's memories? Started from Brahms's lessons, names of the servants in the mansion, family's names, this place— this is very foreign for me, but also not at the same time. I'm in a region where a King ruled it. Astille Kingdom, ruled by 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.
But that's not important right now. What's important is about how pathetic Brahms' life is. Well, I guess I'm Brahms now. His full name is 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘮𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮, the son of 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘭𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮 and 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮. Two wonderful parents who raised of Brahms with love. But it didn't last long until Brahms's sister— my sister was born.
Brahms is a really quiet boy. Overly nice, and a complete pushover. His sister— 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪e 𝘊𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮, is the evilest person Brahms ever encountered.
She bullied him, telling blatant lies about how Brahms kept hitting her when they're alone, how Brahms always took Mercie's toys or that time where she put alive cockroach inside Brahms's drink.
It got worse as they grew older. She's doing this because she wanted everything that Brahms has. His happiness, his toys, his parents' love, everything.
"What a 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩,"
I mumble as I struggle to get up to drink my water on the nightstand.
Mercie has been pretending to be a loving and cute sister in front of others all this time, and Brahms is too kind to say anything about it.
And apparently I lost conscious for two weeks due to illness. Not only that Brahms is a quiet kid, but he's also a weakling who got sick too easily. Damn, why do I have to be in the body of this weak boy? Why can't I just be in a strong swordsman or an awesome mage?
Brahms is just an ordinary Viscount's son who doesn't have any particular skill whatsoever.
Fair skin, slender body with no muscles, and silver curly hair. That's all I know about the look of Brahms's body. I can't see the face because this body is still too weak to stand up and walk toward the mirror.
Great.
Once I regain all my strength back, the first thing that I will do is go to the holy temple to find answers regarding my memory loss and where I came from.
This is really troublesome.
This strange phenomenon is too shocking that I cannot react. My feelings are mixed. First fear, then panic, then feel a little laid-back because I have Brahms' memories. It feels like as if I've lived here for years. I rest my back onto the pile of pillows behind me.
"My head hurts..," I mumble while blankly staring at the ceiling.
The illness is chronic. I remember Brahms not being able to do any combat training since kid because of the illness. But it's not that bad, because the time that was supposed to be used for training was used to read books in the library.
Brahms is pretty much a genius.
That means I'm also a genius.
"Brahms?"
My thoughts got interrupted when I hear Mrs.Mariette's voice from outside the door.
The door opened slowly, and she walked in. A maid from outside closed the door, then Mrs.Mariette walked towards me. A gentle smile spread on her elegant face. She took a seat on the edge of the bed beside me as she grabbed my hand gently.
"How do you feel?"
"My head hurts real bad right now, but I guess it'll go away,"
Mrs.Mariette chuckles in a quiet tone, sounding a bit odd. Even the look she gave me is a bit odd too. Like she's confused about something. She brushed it off though and smile even brighter.
"I'm relieved to hear that, sweetheart. You look so much better than before," she caressed my cheek gently with her fingers.
"Really?" I grinned.
"Mhm. You usually only nod, or say two sentences every time you speak," she giggled.
Ah, that's true. Brahms isn't chatty like me. Guess it can be a little odd if I suddenly change like this. But at the same time, I don't want to pretend as Brahms.
The old Brahms is gone.
Get ready for a new Brahms, world!