I retreat back into my room after the conversation with the Duke, instructing the maids to prepare a bath for me.

They quickly do so, and I enter shortly after they finish.

I put my foot in to test the temperature. Feeling the lukewarm heat, I proceed to enter the large bathtub.

“Ahhhhh, this is heaven.”, I let my voice out unknowingly. I am enjoying this quite a lot, my previous life probably enjoyed hot baths a lot too. I slowly drift off to sleep, resting on my two arms against the corner of the bath.

“Really, I wonder how long it’ll take for this one to remember.”, ‘I’ mutter.

It’s a weird situation, to be reincarnated into someone else’s body, but to not have the full memories of your previous life. It’s almost like I’m being constrained by some higher power at work. It seems the current ‘me’ is doing well however, I would not have done much different if I were in ‘his’ shoes.

I didn’t think that clicking on that link at the corner of data log would send me here.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

It was really just a small detail. A detail so small, that you could look at it for years and never notice it. I happened to receive a job which made me need to access the various archives of the Libraries of the world. I had looked through them before when I was younger, but I couldn’t find what I was looking for in my memories. After looking into the logs of countless countries, countless institutions, I noticed a small pattern.

I investigated the small pattern on a whim. I didn’t know it would lead me here. If I knew, I never would have done it. Or maybe I would have.

After all, it was a message ever so simple. So simple and idiotic, but… I couldn’t ignore it.

There are some things that you’ll never get back in life. Those remain everlasting regrets, a sore string tugging at your heart, a weakness you choose to not get over.

I wonder what happened to my body back there. I guess I died? I wouldn’t be here otherwise. How tragic, to die alone facing a monitor. They’ll laugh at me from their graves for dying in this manner.

I still harbour some hope in those words. If those words are false, I’ll hunt down whoever made me come here.

“Urgh.”, I feel ‘him’ waking up. I guess it’s time for me to go back to sleeping. I believe ‘he’ will find a way to restore our memories in due time. I patiently wait for this day.

“Ah, I feel refreshed.”, I fell asleep for a moment there, I wonder how long it was.

Huh, there’s some words lingering in my head.

It’s all in fragments though, “D-Do you se.” and “ek your answer?”

“Do you seek your answer?”, that’s a weird question.

As I say that a tear drips down from my right eye. I feel sort of emotional, thinking of a vague silhouette of a group of people. I can’t make out their faces, but I somehow know they’re all smiling.