"I have no clue why you would choose over that gifted childhood friend of yours."
Despite his young age, Richard Artwein was famous for being the genius magician born from House Artwein. In comparison, my family was well-reputed for being swordmasters. I, on the other hand, was not particularly famous. I was rely the eldest son to a swordmaster. That’s pretty much it.
Taking into mind the difference in our skills and the ti we spend with one another, it was rather strange she chose .
In today’s eting as well, I didn’t force her to get engaged to , I only pressured her to make her own decision. If anything, I had been hinting at her to not get engaged to during our conversation. She nonetheless responded in such a manner, which ant it was a decision she made of her own volition.
Then, what exactly did Elena see in to give that response?
No matter how much I contemplated, I couldn’t find the answer. Only she would know.
"Well, the good thing is, she just gave the offer and I haven’t replied to it yet."
If I couldn’t co up with sothing no matter how much I deliberated, it would be better for to co up with another thod. There was still a year left until the original plot began. I had to make her break the engagent sohow until then.
Was there another way to do this without having to commit misdeeds like the original Damian?
Despite racking my brain again and again, nothing popped to mind and I was getting a throbbing headache.
"Agh, forget it. Let’s just sleep."
I gave up thinking about it.
***
Ti passed within an instant. The dark sky had suddenly transitioned to a clear blue.
The bed was like a ti machine. Just laying down for a bit made ti go by super fast, so it couldn’t be anything but a magical item. In my previous life, my cheap bed did its job, but a modern comrcial good couldn’t even compare to the stuff that the Count had owned.
The bed in my room was one of the few things that I was satisfied with ever since I possessed this body.
Perhaps it was because of my deep sleep, I was thirsty after waking up. I summoned an attendant for a drink. After gulping down the cup of cold water, I went into the bathroom to shower. The spray was powered by magic, not science. I was always impressed no matter how many tis I saw it. The droplets falling onto my body chased away my remaining drowsiness.
I didn’t know when he ca in, but I saw the attire Ken had prepared when I returned to the room. The clothes were made with the highest quality of black fabric. On the left sleeve, there was a dragon embroidered in gold, symbolizing House Kraus. It was elegant and luxurious.
I dried myself off with a towel and casually took the clothes from Ken.
"The Count says not to co for breakfast."
"Huh? Did I do sothing wrong? Why is he suddenly starving his son?"
"That’s not it, he says to have a al with Lady Edelweiss at the eastern annex."
"....I see he’s totally trying to stick the two of us together. Tell my father, I understand."
"For so reason, you look displeased. Don’t tell , Young Master, did you do sothing to affront the lady?" Ken asked, tilting his head at my frown.
"No, how does my frowning make you co to that conclusion? Wouldn’t it make more sense for Lady Elena to do it?"
"Of course not. Young Master would do sothing unconsciously. Lady Elena would not."
"Ken. Are you really my butler?"’
"I’m just kidding. Just kidding. But what exactly is the issue? You should be happy to have scored such a beautiful fiancée. This is the first ti I’ve seen such a gorgeous lady like her in my 50 years of life. Wait, nothing seriously happened, right?"
Concern showed on the plain old butler’s face.
I told Ken not to worry, and dressed up before heading to the annex where my breakfast was waiting.
Morning in the mansion was busier than I expected. As soon as the servants woke up, they drew the curtains for each window and started cleaning the interior and exterior as per usual.
After I entered Damian’s body, I behaved like a model student, hence everyone greeted with a smile before going off to do their tasks.
In the past, the maids used to give caral or snacks without my parents knowing. Perhaps it was because I’m grown up now, but it was a little disappointing they didn’t do it anymore. Just because I didn’t like sweets didn’t an I didn’t want them to do nice things for .
I stopped my line of thought there, and rembered what happened yesterday.
"Ah, Ken. Tell the chef to prepare the sa desserts as yesterday after our breakfast arrangent."
"Young Master, you don’t eat much sweets tho... Ah. I understand." Ken replied with an understanding smile and opened the door to the annex, to Isilia Hall.
"Young Master, I hope you enjoy your al with Her Ladyship."
"Enjoy your breakfast too, Ken."
As I passed through the door, the sunlit room ca into view. On one side of the Isilia Hall were the glass walls, which had been created in the alchemists’ workshops. It was a famous part of the mansion where one could gaze upon the flower garden under the morning sun.
However, what appeared before my eyes was not a flower, but a single person. Her snowy silver hair reflected on the glass, glittering from the sunlight. As if a star had fallen onto earth, she shined brightly making nothing visible, but herself.
It was quite the dangerous morning.
I hid my hands behind my legs, pinching them, before giving a small smile.
"Good morning, Elena."
She smiled when her crystal clear violet eyes saw .
"Good morning to you, Damian."
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