Was this kid in whose body I ended up the same? Plastic surgery since childhood? Here all the rich change their appearance?- Well, what a horror, as if there are only dolls around, - my thoughts were voiced. Eva, when two girls walked past her. They were no different from each other, only the color of their hair and eyes, as well as clothing. One was in a dress and the other was in a tight-fitting suit.They smiled at me with charming smiles, and then moved on. But out of the corner of my ear I heard snippets of their conversation:- Look, I've returned from the academy.- A disgrace to the family...- Allow me to punish them, Creel, - Terra addressed me quietly, so that our companion would not hear too formal address.- Forget them, they are talking about the past owner of this body, - I answered, looking in the wake of the girls, and then turning to our conductor asked, - Do you have a name?- Young master, have you forgotten? I am Reya,” she introduced herself with a surprised si

Servants passed by us, each courteously bowing to me. Young boys and girls, but most of all it was the latter. I saw guys from the strength of two or three, that's all. No more. Not in demand, I guess. Reya quietly fell behind us, turning at the first fork and hurried to another part of the white buildings.Everything looked so neat and sterile, beautiful and well-groomed. If I get the opportunity to settle somewhere in this world and time, I would like it to be the same. Buy a bunch of robots, have a harem of slaves and live to your heart's content. As far as I understand, this is not prohibited by law. Probably, as usual - you can have one wife, and at least heaps of concubines. The main thing is that they do not kill each other out of jealousy ... But how on the other hand? Can a woman have concubines, or how to call it correctly? And if so, how do their other husbands feel about it? Hmm... so many questions in my head...It was cool and comfortable in here. Not such a scorching he

The system delighted me with such a sudden notification. If she had another sound alert, I'm sure I would have jumped on the spot in surprise like a street cat. For in front of me, suddenly, unexpectedly, was a witch. Real witch! Tria's system won't lie, I've checked, but how quickly it happens to me.No wonder she mentioned that my fate is closely connected with the witches and their future. This pseudo-goddess was specifically looking for such a person among the streams of ether, who was destined to help girls with cool abilities. It's just that everything happens so unexpectedly.I decided to visit Creel's home planet and on you, there was a witch. Right next to you, no need to go far. Although our task was quite different ...- Creel? Is that really you?! - the voice of the witch sounded in surprise in front of me.I finally forced myself to break free from the captivity of my own thoughts. It’s not good to dive into yourself when you are introduced to a person, or rather, I get t

Lily asked a question, her eyes flashing with embarrassment, and she blushed slightly. Somehow, too quickly, she saw in me a man whose compliments can make you blush so much, in principle, Senoria did not lag behind, but she was more embarrassed by the compliment itself. Still, she will not look at her brother in a different way. I don't care what she thinks of me though. If everything works out, then I will soon dump, from here forever forgetting about their existence, I hope.That thought made me feel at peace, but it still didn't feel right. The same feeling when you put a blank white sheet on the table, everything is smooth and empty, draw a straight line with a pencil and bam! She grimaces at the crumb of bread lying under the leaf. That's how it is now. Looking at Senoria I had a similar unpleasant impression. Maybe it's a prick of conscience, or hidden brotherly love hidden in this body somewhere deep, deep, but the thought that she will remain here alone surrounded by this fam

I'm runing. Darkness is gathering around. Bottomless, impenetrable, viscous as pitch. Her long tentacles try to grab my legs, but I don't let them. Every time I feel that tenacious hugs are getting closer, I force myself to speed up. It helps, but not for long. As if trying to keep me from escaping, the darkness makes the air thicken. It becomes something like a jelly, through which you have to break through with difficulty. I'm afraid to stop. Everything in my mind, drowning in pure concentrated fear, tells me to move. I can't let the darkness overtake me. It is forbidden…The strength is leaving me. I am an ordinary person. Simple Kirill from an orphanage in Moscow. Not awakened, not the so-called "Shield of the Witches", I am nobody. A shadow running from the darkness that wants to swallow her. I need light, it will warm, give me strength, will not allow me to dissolve. It will make my contours clearer and more expressive, preventing them from merging with the environment. My fear