For Joon-Ho, now Edward, everything had moved too quickly after that.
The big man, Duke Myrvale, who was supposed to be his father, held him in his embrace for a long while, sniffling and shuddering as he refused to let go of who he thought was his son.
Edward really didn’t know what to do other than just let the poor man be, he racked his brains for any mories he could find out about who he was supposed to be, but unfortunately, nothing ca up.
"I’m sorry..." The Duke kept on repeating, burying his face in Edward’s fluffy hair.
"uhh" Edward tried his best to speak, his voice muffled from the suffocating hug.
An awkward mont passed like this.
Then, slowly, the duke let go of him.. a little. He was still holding his shoulders firmly when he started speaking to him.
He said a lot of things, from which he only understood a little bit, because his mind was already too busy figuring out what was happening.
"I will never.."
"...sorry"
"my son.."
"...i’ve been harsh on you"
"sorry..."
And after the long rant, he was quickly escorted to a room that was supposed to be his.
The room was a large chamber, almost as big as what had been his childhood ho. There was a large ornate bed right in the middle of the room. And there was all kinds of expensive furniture littered here and there. It looked a room straight out of so dieval novel.
Yet, strangely enough, apart from the few common things, there was nothing here that would have hinted that a person had been living here. There was no personality, like, sohow, this room that belonged to the real Edward Myrvale, had been left unused all this ti.
Yet, it was pristinely clean.
It was almost like a robot with no personality had been living here.
After giving the strange room a brief look over, he walked over to the bed and plopped into it.
Edward laid in silence for a long ti, organising his thoughts, and ignoring the blue shimring panel next to him that imposed onto his personal space.
[ Na: Edward Myrvale]
[Class: Femininity]
[ Current Objective: Strike a cute pose ]
[ Passive effects: Allure, Femboy Aura ]
[ Active Skills: Catwalk step ]
Edward sighed.
It even changed my na.
After giving himself a few mont to recover, he began thinking his next plan of actions.
So far, from what he knew, he was the ’son’ of a very prominent duke. And for so reason, he had ran away from his palace of a ho, with the daughter of so other noble family.
And most importantly of all, no one had batted an eye at him for wearing skirts and heels. And wearing lip gloss. And looking like he was a cute cosplayer.
What even is this ssed up situation!?
He was deep in his thoughts when a loud knock at his door startled the hell out of him, making him jump lightly.
"Young master, may i co in?" The muffled voice of a woman ca from the other side.
Edward hesitated for a mont, then sat up in his bed, then croaked out.
"Y-yes"
The door clicked, then swung open. And the person behind it ca into view. It was an older maid, her stern blue eyes staring daggers into Edward.
She stepped inside, gently closing the door behind her, and gave him a curt bow.
Bang!
In one swift step, she closed the distance between them and brought hand down on his head. Her hand, more akin to tal than flesh, slamd right onto his temple.
Edward let out a pained yelp, tears pooling under his eyes. He reeled under the pain for a mont.
when his senses returned to him, the first thing he heard was the obnoxious sound of the system speaking.
Ding!
[ Skill Activated: Catwalk Step]
Before he knew it, instinct took over his body and he leaped backwards, over to the other side of the bed.
He swayed a mont after landing, taking a mont to stabilise himself he yelled out, his voice cracking.
"What was that for!?"
He glared at the maid through teary eyes.
The lady, still staring sternly at him, let out a dejected sigh and mumbled to herself.
"This stupid kid... not listening to his elders... maybe i should use a stick"
Edward flinched upon hearing this.
"Hey! I’m talking to you! Answer !!"
The maid shot his a glare.
"You stupid brat!"
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