"Oh, you're actually cleaning the room?" The surprised voice of the still unnamed man caught Heath's attention. He responded with a quiet hum and a quick nod, continuing his task of collecting the empty bottles.
"um, do you need help?" the man offered.
After thinking it over for a bit, Heath agreed, "I'm going for a deep clean," which meant he would be throwing away a lot of garbage. Although he inherited the memories stored in this body, it would still take some time to recall all of them one by one.
‘Besides, he offered first.’
The quicker they finished the task, the sooner they could have a meal. However, Heath was not expecting the surprised look on the blond man's face. "What?"
"Uh, oh, nothing. I just wasn't expecting that answer," he answered sheepishly before entering the room properly.
Raising a brow, Heath finally took a proper look at the man. "He looked somewhat familiar." In his previous life, he did not have any blood relatives, at least none that he knew of after his mother, the previous Queen Regnant, died from an illness. His father had never been in the picture, and the Queen took his identity to the grave as a secret. ‘He claimed to be my twin.’
Could it be that he had a sibling here because this was an alternate universe? Did that mean his life could be drastically different from his previous one?
‘...a civil life?’ Heath paused, questioning the possibility.
A normal life had always been his dream, away from chaos, blessed with freedom.
Thump.
Freedom.
It was something he yearned for, yet it had cost countless lives in the Veridiania Kingdom. The ease with which he could obtain the freedom he had only imagined in the past was both enthralling and nauseating.
"Hey..." The blond man's voice snapped him out of his thoughts once again.
‘Right. I also need to find out his name–’
Heath hummed, indicating that he was listening, without turning to face the man.
"Look, man, I know it's been hard... but I don't think Aunt Nana would want to see her only son grieving this badly."
‘What…?’ Heath was taken aback.
‘Nana’ was his mother Queen Anastasia's nickname. However, it was an endearing term only used by those close to her.
Though the man may not have intended it, his last sentence triggered a lot for Heath.
—There was a lot to unpack from those words.
‘My mother name is the same... and she has died,’ in his previous world she also died around this time of his life, which makes him wonder ‘Was it from the same illness?’
Not only that.
‘Did my counterpart take a harsh turn at the end of his life, after all? Was it due to heartbreak? Was his death, not an accident because of carelessness?’
Actually, in the first place, there is no confirmation that the owner of this body he's now using has died. He was simply brought to this foreign world.
'But why?' Heath wondered.
For what purpose?
Moreover, 'Who's responsible for this?'
It couldn't possibly be his dying wish, could it?
"..." Heath fell silent.
Well, either way—
"I'll be okay. You don't have to worry about me anymore," Heath replied to the blond man.
‘Ahem, that too.’ He needed to find out this guy's name without raising too much suspicion.
The man let out a huff before finally releasing his grip on Heath's shoulder. "You're always like this. Stop shouldering everything alone, would you? Don't you trust me? I thought we were best buddies."
‘Well, at least that confirms we're supposed to be close,’ Heath hummed in response.
"I'll keep that in mind." The other male let out an exasperated sigh but didn't push further.
In the end, it took them another two hours of awkward silence to clear up the mess.
"Haaaa, FINALLY! It's time to eat!" The blond man stretched before pulling out a rectangular device from his pocket. "Well, I guess we're having brunch instead. But hey, better late than never, right?"
Whereas, Heath simply hummed in reply as he was more fascinated with the item this unnamed man had just used.
‘He was using a strange box, but even now I can't detect any magic being used?’ he pondered.
That former royalty had actually noticed this brazen fact about this world: elemental magic still existed, yet it was not applicable anywhere.
‘I can still use magic, although the body gets strained, likely because it's not used to it,’ Heath noted.
However, since he didn't pass out again from the slight use of magic, he concluded that this body had encountered a mage, a magic item, or perhaps it possessed a strong ancestral bloodline.
‘Either way, the lack of magic usage doesn't make this place too far behind,’ he thought.
In fact, this place looked more developed in a simplified yet advanced manner.
‘It's such a fascinating place,’ Heath remarked.
There were numerous similarities in the technology used in this world compared to his previous one, although different mechanics operated it. Instead of relying on magic, the products here seemed to use machinery, including the machine with a bunch of buttons used to draw water for washing. Frankly, it was frustrating enough that he almost decided to use water from the sink instead.
‘The usage of words and lettering is different as well,’ he observed.
This fact was actually one of the most fascinating ones he had noticed. The lettering was not in Veridianian or Imperial Common language, yet he could still read the written sentences as if it were his mother tongue. He also just realized that he hadn't been speaking either of the two languages he had known all his life, and instead, had been casually conversing with the blond man using this new language.
If this phenomenon was indeed due to the memories owned by this body, it made him curious whether he could simply recall the memories belonging to this body if he tried hard enough and was no longer under the influence of alcohol that the body had heavily consumed before his arrival.
'I can test that out later. For now—' he trailed off.
It might be best to find out the blond man's name before it was too late. So, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen...
'Why don't we test how effective my magic is when used in this world~?'
"Right. So, before we eat, here," Heath said, handing the blond man a piece of paper and a pen. "What's this?" Confusion was crystal clear on his face, but Heath only sat there, smiling innocently, without saying much. The blond man couldn't help but feel slightly alarmed as he witnessed the pure smile on the brunet's face, considering the recent downfall the younger had experienced. A tingling sensation in his head urged him to run. However, despite the warning signals from his fight-or-flight instincts, curiosity grew even stronger, ultimately winning over. He finally made up his mind and took the paper and pen offered to him. "Write your full name there," Heath instructed curtly. Still suspicious, the blond man gazed at Heath and asked discreetly, "My name? What's this for?" However, the brunet didn't give him a moment to ponder further and pressed a bit, saying, "I'll tell you once you write it, so just do it." "Tch. I swear, if this is some kind of prank," the jade-eyed ind
"Right, so I can't seem to remember what's so important this time around that you hit me on the head with a dictionary. What's today's occasion, Hen-hen?" Musashi Henko, as indicated by the name he had written on the paper earlier, was now affectionately referred to as Hen-hen by Heath. This nickname perfectly captured his caring and nurturing nature, akin to that of a mother hen, always attentive and protective of those around him. It was a fitting moniker for someone who had been a constant presence in his counterpart's life, looking out for him like family. In a way, Henko was more than just a friend or cousin. Through the maternal line, he had a distant familial connection with Heath, making their bond even stronger. They had shared countless memories and experiences, growing up together from a very young age. This long history of companionship had forged a deep understanding and closeness between them. Hearing this, Heath wasn't surprised anymore that he and his parallel self w
"H-How...?" His jaw dropped. Henko did not expect such a drastic change simply from a change of clothes. "Hmm?" "How the fuck did you just transform from a nerdy dork to this?" In his stunning transformation, Heath emerged in a crisp, tailored suit that effortlessly enhanced his once nerdy figure into a captivating and sharp look. The suit, expertly crafted from a luxurious fabric, draped his frame with precision and elegance. Its deep navy hue conveyed a sense of authority and sophistication, perfectly complementing his newfound confidence. The jacket, meticulously tailored to fit his form, featured a slim cut and structured shoulders that accentuated his broadened physique. The lapels, sleek and refined, gracefully framed his face, drawing attention to his strong jawline. The crisp white dress shirt, flawlessly pressed, added a touch of refinement and contrasted beautifully against the rich, dark shade of the suit. Completing the ensemble, a slim, silk tie in a complementary sha
'I can't believe this shit...' That brunet is actually starting to grow weary with all of the surprises today He had seen his family's corpses for the last time before he himself died, he found himself transported into a parallel universe, where he was nothing more than a civilian—a teacher, to be precise, suddenly, he was transferred to another class situated in a secluded island in the middle of a man-made lake. And now, this... Heath inwardly sighed, realizing that with his luck, these kinds of things would always happen no matter where he ended up. Shaking his head, he chuckled and said, "Right, where are my manners?" Disregarding the fact that he had just witnessed a "man" stretching from one corner of the room to stand in front of him, seemingly responsible for the sudden space explosion in the past month. He couldn't help but feel a mix of bewilderment and amusement. The bizarre occurrences continued to unfold before his eyes, defying all logical explanations. Yet, amidst
Instead of trembling at the sight of these bright neon airgun pellets rolling out of the classroom's door, the brunet felt rather comical when he heard the way the attendance goes. 'Man, it seems like even in this second chance at life, my days won't ever be so dull.' Feeling amused, Heath was half wondering if weapons such as guns were as common as hunter knives over here. After all, in his past life, weapons weren’t distributed as casually, even when war broke out, so the fact that these adults let kids carry and use guns caught him off guard. ‘Then again, the children at the other school building, they don’t bring anything with them.’ So, perhaps, this place is the odd one out? ‘Well, either way,’ Heath chuckled to himself, wondering what's in store in the future as he watched the door finally open for him as the cue for him to come in. "I must say, sensei, that was an interesting way to start the day. So thrilling~" The former prince couldn't help but comment as a sense o
While the feat doesn’t seem to be something hard to do, it’s still rather impressive that someone can recall their introductions and sort them out with their seat numbers rather than their introduction order, as he pointed out who was who. Nia was the first one to voice out her admiration. "Oho~? You remember us already, sensei?" She snickered. This new teacher of theirs had taken her interest already. "More or less, Mori-chan," the brunet grinned brightly, 'and this one has nearly the same vibe as Morgan. Dang, and here I thought hearing Perry’s laughter was bad enough.' "Ano, Sagara-sensei?" Sky blue met pairs of brown eyes that smiled softly. "Yes, Zane-kun?" "Are you... also an agent?" The boy timidly asked. After all, with how calm the brunet is upon the whole event and his timing on the situation, it's only likely that there would be special agents alike to be the new teachers here, right? Yet to his surprise, the brunet shook his head. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not
Fighting back a sigh, Heath stared out the window at the clear sky above. ‘How peaceful,’ he noted, yet he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy the calming atmosphere. And just like that, as if jinxing himself, the silence was broken by someone talking right next to his ear. "Hmm, what's with the long face, Heath-kun?" Upon turning his head, Heath found an unsettling grin suddenly only a few inches from his face. ‘This punk—’ That prince didn't flinch, as he was quite used to ambushes in his previous life, but his brow did twitch for another reason. “Maa, Perry-kun~” He piped in response. “Please don’t invade my personal space if you want to live,” Heath said, delivering a casual threat with a mirroring grin. “Oops, right right. Sorry!” The mutant took a step back, raising his hands in a playful surrender, while the brunet shook his head bemusedly. On one hand, the former prince was used to sneak attacks from both friends and foes. On the other hand, his co-worker wickedly reminde
"Hen-Hen?" Heath arched a brow when he saw his cousin waiting for him as he reached the main road. "Yo!" the blond greeted before they both walked back to Henko's apartment. Their way home was rather uneventful, marked only by light chattering. This was how Henko perceived their trip. Meanwhile, Heath took advantage of the situation, attempting to glean more information about his parallel self's old daily life from his talkative cousin. Through his efforts, he did manage to gather some basic information and cross-referenced it with what he knew from his previous life. One noteworthy match was the names of his parents and a few others from his family tree. Despite differences in surname and social status, the core element aligned. This made him wonder if there were other similar facts that could be uncovered if he persisted in his inquiries. Before he knew it, they were back at the comfort of their humble abode, preparing a meal for their dinner. "So, do you feel at home in your ne