The sun was going down, the sky was tainted in orange, the night sky appeared at the other edge of the sky, it appeared like stars came to greet the sun.

I was going back to Manson, it looked like a castle from outside and it's my house now. It's been a few days since god knows how I came to this world and took this body. I am now Alan Ainsworth, the fourth child of the count, widely known for being an idiot of the county.

The castle I am walking towards is currently home.

The castle is more beautiful than what it looks like from the outside, every inch of the castle was decorated with paintings, vases, statues and marble flooring.

While going back to my room I crossed some servants, the look in their eyes clearly tells me how much they hate me to be here. It's a drag to deal with them so it's better to ignore them.

My room is on the second floor and is the furthest one, some rooms around my room are empty, and were used as guest rooms. It might be the reason for the maid to be mad if she had to come here every morning.

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The interior is simple and with simple furniture, and is better this way, being born in a middle class family it made the luxuries of nobles a bit uncomfortable.

It was a hellish day for him, his whole body was aching, the fatigue in his body did not let him think about anything but his bed.

The following morning he woke up, the fatigue was still there but still dragged his feet towards the bathroom.

Alan's hands unintentionally started to search for his toothbrush, but couldn't find it. He was about to shout asking his mother for his toothbrush but stopped after realising she was not there.

" Need to do something about this habit" with bitter pain in his heart.

He was not from this world and it was not his body, that's why his habits may expose him, which may not be a happy ending for him. After taking a bath he left the bathroom with a fresh mood only to be irritated.

"Where do you want to eat here or the dining table, your choice"

It sounded like she was doing a favour but what could he do?

"Here" with minimum words and effort the conversation was put to an end.