1 ----------Scroll No. I----------

Ren was surrounded by water.

His lungs can't keep up on searching for oxygen, for a moment, he was dumbstruck on what was happening to him, but there no time to think about it, he kept his concern waiting.

Automatically he called for help. He tried to yet no voice left his mouth. Ren was sure that the longer he stays drowning, his chances of survival will fall short.

He is sure that his mind was drifting but Ren was still fighting to keep his brain and body work against the wrath of the situation.

Until he felt something reaching my hand upward. All Ren can see was a silhouette, and he is sure that no matter who it was, the person is trying to help him, a force brought him up.

He breath heavily, he is savoring the air as if was the gift of the heaven.

Seeing that his situation was solved, he let his mind drift into the darkness.

Then suddenly he lost consciousness.

***

It's not cloudy today.

The gentle breeze, wrapped in warm sunshine, blows in from the open windows of the castle, dispelling the damp feeling of living by the sea.

'Who knew I'd die from overwork,' the young noble who had just turned eight let out a mirthless laugh.

Ren Ramirez thought he merely fainted but found himself drowning when he opened his eyes.

That was a big shock to him, and that accident nearly took his 2nd life

He sneezed a little.

He withdrew his gaze from the group of seabirds flying by the window, and looked at the chamberlain Tommy, who was three meters away from him.

The old chamberlain was in a mess, his hair was scattered on his forehead, his clothes were wrinkled and stained, his hands were locked into chains, and he knelt on the hard stone floor.

—He was found guilty of embezzlement and abuse of authority.

Old Tommy was cunning, he bewitched and deceived everyone just to usurp the earldom, unluckily for him, the Earl's Throne is inherited by blood.

He was crying bitterly and telling Callyx about his services inside the Wymborne household, trying to impress or rather fool the young lord who had inherited the Earl's title at the age of only eight, hoping that the latter would forgive him for the sake of the late old Earl.

"To the first Array of the eight-pointed star, the Justice of the Father, I sincerely confess my sins…"

Tommy, who had exhausted all his acting skills, raised his hand when he saw the Callyx who hadn't spoken for a while, and his expression was happy, thinking that his 'efforts' would finally turn around.

Callyx tried to speak, but his voice that was hoarse. He continued without minding this.

"This Lord is tired. The judgement shall be according to his crimes. All his properties must be seized, and he is demoted to being a serf. This is the verdict of the Throne. Court is dismissed."

The words are indisputable. Thus, removing of tommy's all his hope.

After speaking, he raised his hand slightly.

The Knights standing quietly on the side understood and came forward, dragging the unbelievable and pale old Johnson away.

After the accused left, only Callyx and the Head Maid remained in the room. He looked at him

"Joan, bring me to my room."

Joan didn't have high expectation of Callyx. Yet, the Head Maid was amazed with how his lord handled the case.

As how can she remember, Callyx have a hot temper and immature which is caused by the environment that is devoid of parental guidance and care. His Lordship's mother, Lady Danna, died in childbirth when she gave birth to him, while his father, Lord Julius Wymborne, being indulged in alchemy, making Callyx be abandoned and taken care of the servants.

Joan walked up to Callyx, apologized for her rude behavior, reached out and gently raised Callyx's arms and lifted him away from the chair that was tall and wide for him.

"…"

Callyx tried to maintain his inner peace, his expression as calm as possible.

'Just get used to it, just get used to it. This body is only eight years old, still a baby.'

As they walked in his chambers, he uncontrollably sneezed twice.

The fever caused by falling into the sea hasn't been completely cured, causing slight headaches and nasal congestion.

Callyx stretched out two slightly chubby hands, pulled the blanket from his bed, wrapped himself comfortably before nesting in the large chair and closing his eyes.

Six days ago, he woke from the fever he suffered as an aftermath of the drowning incident. He had no idea how it happened but from Ren Ramirez, who died from overwork, woke up in the body of Callyx Wymborne, a noble young master. Callyx had been living his life just fine when one day, all of a sudden, the memories of his past life were awakened. Fortunately, there was no fusion of souls or anything of the sort.

He had his memories as Ren Ramirez and his memories as Callyx Wymborne, but that was it. It was more accurate to say that the memories of Ren had been awakened in the boy named Callyx. He was able to recognize that both identities were himself.

At first, he thought that this was a dream. It would make sense, since he was just enjoying his three-month vacation that his subconscious would create a dream similar to it. However, after repeatedly "waking up" he realized this was reality.

Joan walked over to the Callyx and ask about his condition. He had been lying in bed three days, but he was forced to give judgement the case, hence needed to work and she was worried his condition would regress.

"Milord, are you feeling unwell? Shall I call physician over to do a checkup?"

Hearing this, Callyx immediately sat up and looked at the maid. Fortunately, his body and way of speaking felt natural to Callyx even though he was an imposter. Yet, as soon as he heard her mention getting checked by the doctor he panicked; from what he knew of medieval medicine, he was more likely to be harmed by the treatment than cured from what ailed him.

However, he was reminded how his throat was dreadfully dry, and he found himself unable to stop the maid as she fled the scene. Leaving Callyx alone with nothing but his thoughts and ever-increasing headache.

***

The maid re-appeared with the physician not long after she had left. Through he wore an expression that showed a great deal of concern, the physician did not share his empathy. Callyx sat upright in bed, having a difficult time speaking due to how dry his throat was. Evidently, this body has sweat out most of its excess liquid while undergoing fever. Few thought he would survive.

The physician carefully examined Callyx and was shocked to see that the young lord had recovered from the fever, as little hope for his survival previously.

Despite being a medieval physician and having virtually no knowledge of practical medicine whatsoever, the man named Thomas showed a degree of competency after making his announcement.

"There is no need to worry your grace, the fever has broken, and aside from being particularly parched, his grace's condition is completely healthy."

After saying that, Thomas handed Callyx a glass of water and allowed the young man to drink his fill until his thirst was thoroughly quenched. After finishing the glass and wiping his mouth with his blanket, Callyx nodded at the physician and thanked him or his service.

"Thanks, Thomas. I can always count on you in my time of need."

Internally Callyx were insincere; however, his two lives have taught him anything, it is that it was not wise to voice your condescension aloud. Thus, he acted civil manner befitting of an Earl.

After hearing that his lordship was healthy. Joan smiled genuinely; this was wondrous news to her. Callyx has always been prone to illness; he was born with a weak constitution and a frail body. Something in which the sedentary lifestyle of medieval noble only exacerbated.

Thus, his next words started him as it as a question that was out of his expectation for his lord.

"Joan, do you mind fetching the servants and instructing them to get the bath read. I feel as if cleansing the grim from my body would be good for my health."

The physician snorted at Callyx's claims. Though baths were common for noble, they certainly weren't as frequent of an occurrence as the modern world. Despite the physician's reaction, Callyx insisted on his request to the knight.

Joan smiled as she responded to Callyx, "of course, milord, I will go and instruct them this second."

With that said, she had once more left the stone room that belong to Callyx and went to do as he requested. The physician seeing that he was no longer needed, excused himself.

"I shall take my leave now, your grace."

Callyx nodded once more as he wore an indifferent expression.

"Safe journey, going back to the capital."

"Thank for the concern, your grace."

With that having been said, Thomas let Callyx to his lonesome. Callyx sighed deeply, looking down and sniffing his clothes that reeked of sweat and filth. After grimacing from the stench, he sighed deeply.

"When I fully know the situation, there will be some serious changes around here."

He had made up his mind that his first order of business would be instituting law across the earldom about basic hygiene. Maybe even construct some public bathhouse like the roman used to have. Whatever was necessary to bring a degree of cleanliness to the people of his territory.

After getting out of the chair and stretching his limbs for a while, he heard a knock on the door which came from one of the family's servants.

"Milord, the bath is ready."

He quickly opened the door with an over-excited smile on his face, which startled the servant.

"Lead the way."

The servant recovered from their shock and nodded as she did as the Earl requested. After a short walk down the hall, Callyx reached the bathroom, where he quickly barred the doors and stripped his clothes.

He carefully examined his frail body with a sense of dissatisfaction, though not quite emaciated; there was no doubt that his bones were weak, and his muscles underdeveloped. He would slowly change his dietary habits since now he was in a body of an eight-year-old kid.

Washing away the sweat and filth that had accumulated on his body thought-out his fever was a good step. As such, he dipped his toe in the wooden bathtub to gauge its temperature before plunging his body in completely. Even though he did not enjoy the quality of the tub, he just relaxed and closed his eyes.

After getting his head to cool, Callyx, that is shown in the reflection on the pool of water, had a short golden blonde hair and glistening eyes the color of caramel. His facial features were regal yet cute. His skin was a Milky white, something that accentuated his regal demeanor.

Though he may have reincarnated into a weak body he did not care too much, considering he was very handsome. The body could be refined like steel, but appearance was set on stone.

After spending nearly twenty minutes in the bath washing away both the filth in his body and the mental stress that had accumulated due to the transmigration, he finally steps out of the tub. he found a set of 15th century nobleman's attire prepared for him. it was properly cleaned, which was the most redeeming quality of the clothing.

After donning the attire, he shifted his attention to his short golden hair. Though he was not a hairdresser at the very least, he could use some of the greasy residue left on the tab to slick his hair back. He would seriously need to invent pomade to get his hair the way he liked it. after styling his hair he left the bathroom and saw that the servant was waiting for him.

"Milord, the luncheon is now served in the Dining Hall…"

Callyx nodded with a stoic expression.

"Lead the way."

The servant bowed concerning his request

"Yes milord."

After traversing the castle for quite some time, Callyx arrived at the Dining Hall where he saw the no one was sitting. He quickly sat and notice the meal on the table with limited food to choose from. It is a surprise that being a higher noble house, yet the family was not wealthy to afford a plethora of food daily.

Callyx quickly allotted roasted chicken and leafy greens, as well as a large glass of milk to his meal. He did not even make eye contact to his knights and servants as he filled his plate.

He was famished and left the desire to right away,

Joan and the rest of the servants gazed upon him with various expression that he overlooked right away; it was not until he lifted his gaze from his plate that he saw their looks of concern.

Callyx has already cut a piece and was about to stuff it into his mouth when he saw their gazes. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, he could not help but inquire.

"What is it?"

Joan with a surprise face, can't hide her reaction. She is a woman of about twenty-six… an unexpected age for being a Head Maid, yet she proved that her capabilities were on par with the experts.

Callyx saw the build of Joan. He cannot deny that she was a little woman. There is a curious style, a great sense of high voltage around her. She had a brown braid, and a light brown eye. He gazed at Callyx with astonishment; until now, the young lord who is now the Earl has always been adamant on eating chicken. Yet his plate was filled end to end.

When asked why, she was surprised, he felt the answer was obvious, and as such, he makes a gesture towards Callyx's plate.

"Am I not allowed to eat?"

Suddenly Callyx understood the meaning behind their confused expression as he remembered how the former person eat his meals. He was starting to understand why his body he had inherited was in such a poor shape.

As he stood up and leave for his room, the Head Maid who was walking behind him, suddenly stepped in front of him.

Joan Acted unexpectedly.

"Milord… there is something I need to tell you"