I felt my body full of energy upon waking up, which I thought was a good sign because when I wake up, the first thing I do is stay still for half an hour until I shake off the sleepiness. I stretched my arms a bit, but when I opened my eyes wide, I was stunned because I wasn't in my room.
"Where am I?" I observed the place. the walls made of white stone, the ceiling very high, and the room was two or three times larger than my room, with a very ancient style. For a moment, I thought this was a dream, but it felt too real. I looked around the bed to see if I could find my phone, which I always leave close to my hands when I sleep, but I couldn't find it and noticed something even stranger.
My hands! What happened to them? They seem a bit lighter in tone and look smaller, similar to a child's.
I had a bad feeling. I looked at my body and instantly realized it wasn't mine, given how small it was. My friend was no longer my friend, but had become my little friend.
I started getting nervous about my current situation, and the first thing I thought was that I had reincarnated, like in a manga, novel, video game, or any other type of generic example.
I was filled with excitement for a moment, but faced the harsh reality because I could no longer play video games, no more YouTube, and worse yet, no more internet.
When I thought my situation couldn't get any worse, I heard a sound coming from the door.
Knock, knock...
"Young lord, I'm coming in," said a person on the other side of the door. After saying this, a woman who looked quite young entered the room. She had brown hair and eyes, with a beautiful appearance, but wore a very simple full-body dress in brown, with the upper part darker than the lower part.
When she saw me, she seemed a bit surprised but immediately composed herself and approached several meters from my bed before starting to speak.
"Young lord, it's time to get ready for breakfast with the lord and the rest of your family, so we should prepare you to join them."
Hearing what she said, I replied with an "Alright." I need to be careful with my reactions and better analyze the situation, but to my surprise, I saw how the woman, who seemed quite calm, got scared by my response and approached before touching my forehead and asking with a worried expression.
"Young lord, are you feeling unwell?"
Hearing her, I got nervous and said without any hesitation and naturally.
"I'm fine, so stop meddling in my affairs and get out of my sight."
She seemed relieved to hear my response and said.
"It's a relief that you're well. Sorry for my rudeness. Since you're awake, I'll wait for you in the bathroom." That's what she said before leaving the room and leaving me alone, which relieved me a bit.
But when she left, I started realizing that I had just said something I would normally never say. I always try to act calmly in any situation and never insult or disrespect anyone unless they make me very angry.
I started feeling a slight headache, and blurry memories that didn't belong to me, or maybe they did, began to appear in my mind.
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It turns out that I am now the youngest son of a count, and looking from an external point of view, it turns out I am lazy and arrogant with the servants. That explains why her reaction was so strange to find me awake without her help, because every time I, or the owner of this body, had to get up, he had to be shaken by his maid for quite a while to wake up, and he almost never woke up early by himself. At least now I have an idea of how to behave without noticeable changes and gradually act as I want without raising any suspicions.
I have a carefree life with luxuries, and there's no one who hates me in this place, or so I think. But I shouldn't be too optimistic either. From the perspective of an overprotected and privileged child, like being the son of a noble, the world is a perfect place that grants his whims, as long as he doesn't go too far.
I just sighed. I hope this is a dream because the first thing that comes to mind being a noble isn't the joy of starting a life with endless opportunities like an isekai protagonist, but something much more annoying, like the worry that someone might want me dead and try to assassinate me through plots.
Even my brother, who is six years older, might try to kill me if I become a threat to his inheritance of the county when we grow up. Although right now we have a good brotherly relationship, that could change at any moment.
I looked towards the door and stopped thinking about complicated things. I left my room, walked down the hallway where some servants could be seen cleaning, and when they saw me, they made a slight bow before continuing with their work. I ignored them and headed to the bathroom, where my maid, named Marcy, was waiting for me, holding a type of cloth and waiting for me to sit on a stool.
I untied the rope that worked as a belt and started taking off my tunic. Marcy began to collect water with a bowl and poured it little by little over my body before starting to dry me with the cloth all over my body.
We didn't exchange any words, and when all this was done, she started putting on my underwear, which felt somewhat uncomfortable compared to modern underwear. Then, she began to dress me in black leather pants and a black and red shirt.
After being fully dressed, she started brushing my teeth with a type of brush coated with salt.
I feel very strange with this whole situation. On one hand, I feel uncomfortable with my memories of doing all these kinds of things independently, and another part of me feels this is completely normal.
When Marcy had finished brushing me, we left the bathroom and walked through the hallways until we reached a very spacious area, which was our family's dining room. It had two tables, one very large, enough for 20 or more people to eat, and another of a more normal size, where almost all my family was, consisting of my mother, Sofía, who was a blonde woman with beautiful, long hair. She had green eyes that highlighted her great beauty and a beautiful green dress. I looked at my older brother, Riun, who was quite handsome despite still being a child. He had a handsome face and ruby red eyes with black hair. Lastly, there were our twin sisters, Asli and Aiza, who were very beautiful. They have black hair and red eyes like my brother and me, because these same characteristics belong to all direct descendants of the Wolsk family. Something interesting is that we wear very similar clothes in terms of color and material, except for minor details of no importance.
When I approached the table, the first person who spoke to me was my brother Riun. He was wearing an outfit similar to mine.
"Ziom, it's very unusual for you to arrive on time for breakfast." Hearing him, I responded instantly.
"I always arrive on time. What's the point of arriving early if we'll only start eating when our father arrives?"
But instead of my brother responding, it was our mother who answered my question.
"It's called etiquette, so you better start studying as soon as possible and become a role model like Asli."
I looked at one of my sisters, who was completely still and in a perfect posture. I just snorted because she behaves like a tomboy when our parents aren't around.
"Don't take what mom said so seriously, you're still too young to worry about that kind of thing," said Aiza while patting my head.
Our mother dropped the subject and started asking my brother and sisters questions about how their studies and training were going, which was very useful information because most of the information I have is mundane, as I spend most of my time sleeping in my room or in one of the trees near the castle when forced to go outside so as not to spend almost all the time locked in my room. So I still don't have much idea of how the world works. I think there's magic in some parts of my memories, but I'm not sure, because everything is very blurry except for my family, with whom I interact daily.
Mother stopped asking questions when the servants started bringing trays full of food, and shortly after, our father arrived at the table.