Three days ago, Pierre had awakened in a body that felt like it didn’t belong to him. Every movement revealed a dissonance, like a gear out of place. And as he struggled to understand what had happened, one reality both fascinated and terrified him: he was no longer on Earth. The galactic era surrounding him was like a vivid dream, a fusion of science and magic that defied the logic and beliefs with which he had grown up.

Even though the health of that body was his main concern, the vastness of the galactic era felt like a science fiction movie to him, seen from the perspective of astrophysics and physics. “To understand the relativistic effects of the galactic era,” he repeated to himself, trying to find some comfort in the familiarity of the terms.

To support his theoretical analysis, Pierre reviewed several theories, such as black holes, wormholes, special relativity, general relativity, spatial metrics, and artificial gravity, among others. However, these theories, which once seemed universal, now proved insufficient. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. This new reality demanded more than he could currently assimilate, and it devastated him.

Pierre had grown up with a passion for archaeology and the pursuit of knowledge and lost stories. The feeling of helplessness in the face of a universe that seemed to defy all logic he knew left him frustrated. He questioned himself: “Am I in the future or in a different dimension?”

With a heavy sigh, Pierre got up from the chair and walked over to the small window in his room. He looked out at the mansion’s gardens and saw two suns shining brightly in the sky. It was a surreal and incredible sight. Pierre knew that this light and heat were not the same as the light that shone on Earth. This world, with its two stars, was living proof that he had crossed a threshold that few could even imagine.

Suddenly, a spaceship descended from the sky, landing at the castle with a thunderous sound. Pierre felt his heart race with excitement. The sight of that ship stirred something deep within Pierre. His mind buzzed with questions, and the familiar excitement of a new discovery overwhelmed him. What would it be like to explore the universe aboard that ship? Would it be like the super fighter jets he so admired, or something beyond his comprehension?

Elsewhere in the castle, Madam Crarina always thought Milanion was an “attention seeker.” She looked closely at the robot, Lady Peyton, who was talking to her. Their interaction was perfect, and their words were used correctly.

Madam Crarina had tried tirelessly for years to buy a robot like Lady Peyton’s, but all attempts had failed. Perhaps Lady Peyton’s robot was a limited edition, not intended for anyone else.

Lady Peyton told her she would take Milanion to the Gardens of Light, which were far from the castle’s annex. Without a smile or a kind word, Madam Crarina simply ordered, “Go quickly.”

When the door to the room opened, it was Lady Peyton, with light steps and a sweet, gentle smile. For some reason, she reminded him of Uncle Armel. Perhaps it was the shared love and care. When she entered, Pierre felt an unexpected calm. There was something in her presence that evoked memories of his uncle – the same blend of affection and responsibility. The simple gesture of bringing him a snack made Pierre feel, for a brief moment, less lost.

Lady Peyton carried a tray with a discreet snack. Pierre watched her carefully and remembered her words: “a heart here, but without a heart,” he understood that this was the android’s perception of life. Lady Peyton had been watching Milanion closely over the past few days.

He had lost his memory, forgotten everything, which made her feel guilty. Her Lady Sigune had given instructions to protect Milanion from anything.

After placing the tray on the table, Lady Peyton began to speak: “The son of the great master, Eredan, Lieutenant General Druqir Staudan, has just arrived. His visit has made the house lively, and…”

Before she could finish, Pierre interrupted, facing Lady Peyton, and said, “My head is full of questions. I wonder if I should venture into a spaceship. Maybe the two of us could explore the universe. What do you think, Lady Peyton?”

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“How much money do we have? You said we had a lot and the stones Sigune left,” Pierre corrected himself. “That my mother left for me,” he said to Lady Peyton, “can you give them to me?”

Lady Peyton looked at Pierre. Throughout her existence and consciousness of life and feelings, she had always thought it cruel for a humanoid and robots to be reset or erased, losing all their memories. But looking at the young master before her, it was the first time in her existence that the words “reset” and “erase” were thought of in a positive and pleasant way. Forgetting is a blessing.

She replied, “Don’t worry, I can teach you everything again. And you are the son of Sigune, a great mage, and also the son of a great dragon. You are worth more than this entire planet.”

Pierre looked at Lady Peyton with admiration. He was touched by her expression of feelings toward him.

“Lady Peyton is right,” he said. “I am the son of a great mage and a great dragon. I have much to learn and discover. Who knows, maybe we can explore the universe together.”

“I would be honored to accompany you,” she replied, smiling.

“Tonight, Madam Crarina will receive guests for celebrations. Your presence is not necessary.

This should never have happened, even though Lady Sigune paid the price of a planet for her disciple Eredan Staudan to receive her with Milanion. Master Eredan always kept the courtesy limit when receiving her,” she continued.

Pierre agreed with Lady Peyton. He was not interested in attending this party. He was more interested in the magical stones. He felt no spark of anything in his body, ice, or that fire that tormented him in dreams… perhaps it would take time to learn the technology of this world and its functionality. But if he had some magic, it would put him in a comfortable or less catastrophic situation.

“Hello, who are you?” Pierre wondered as he looked at himself in the mirror, observing a mystical figure with an air of insecurity but exuding sophistication and elegance with his bright red hair and platinum-gold strands. He wondered what he could do with that person.

Pierre made a half-samurai ponytail and felt charming and sexy. Why didn’t he have this beauty on Earth? He wore a light, loose white shirt, tight black leather pants, and black boots.

Suddenly, two unexpected knocks on the door made him turn around with a start. When the door opened, a tall, strong man with light brown hair slicked back entered the room. His deep brown eyes seemed to observe everything around him with an intensity that made Pierre catch his breath. Despite his casual attire, his posture was elegant and refined, exuding a natural air of authority from his military position.

The presence of Lieutenant General Druqir Staudan dominated the room in a suggestive way. Every movement of the military man was measured, as if the environment around him responded to his will. When Druqir approached the bookshelves, lightly leafing through Pierre’s books, Pierre felt an electricity in the air, as if the person in front of him was expecting a different reaction from him.

When Druqir complimented Pierre’s collection, his voice carried something that went beyond simple courtesy. There was a restrained warmth, an insinuation that made Pierre’s mind whirl. He felt a sudden unease, something he couldn’t control.

“It’s a great compliment coming from you,” Pierre replied, his voice almost a whisper, as if any louder word might make him be discovered.

Druqir didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he moved even closer, passing his strong arm near Pierre’s head to reach for a book behind him. When Druqir’s hand lightly touched Pierre’s hair, a current ran down his spine. He knew it was a gesture of seduction.

There was something in Druqir’s eyes, a raw intensity that Pierre couldn’t ignore. It seemed as if he was trying to see beyond the surface, as if he wanted to unravel something Pierre barely understood in himself. The room seemed to have shrunk, the air heavy with something powerful and uncontrollable, as if the very universe had stopped to witness the moment.

Pierre tried to understand what was happening. Was it that body, so new to him, reacting so viscerally? Or was it something deeper, something he had never experienced before? He felt drawn to Druqir in a way he had never imagined, a mixture of curiosity, desire, and a strange sense of recognition.

Yet, for a moment, a light of sadness flickered in his eyes, despite being able to perceive a feeling. Milanion was dead, and no one was mourning him. He understood that there were loves not meant to be or that belonged to another life.

Druqir finally broke the silence. “I brought some old books for you,” he said, but his words carried a subtext that Pierre couldn’t fully decipher.

Pierre tried to conduct the visit with the experience of someone accustomed to hiding emotions, but each distracted response he gave seemed to intensify the atmosphere. The tension in the air was unbearable, and Pierre felt as if he was on the brink of something unknown, something that could change everything.

To prevent the situation from becoming even more confusing, Pierre said, “It’s good to have you home. Why did you come here? I’m not complaining about your presence or conversation, but is it

just for…?”

Druqir hesitated for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words. “I must confess,” he finally said, his voice deep and laden with emotion, “just to avoid any confusion, I want you to know that I care about you.”

Pierre felt his heart race, his emotions in turmoil. Damn, he thought, how to respond to that? There were so many options, but any response that came to mind seemed inadequate. Talking about feelings was cliché, and besides, the feelings weren’t just his. They were something greater, something he still couldn’t name.

Before he could say anything, they were interrupted by the arrival of Lady Peyton, who formally greeted Lieutenant General Druqir Staudan, breaking the tension between them.

Pierre, still trying to regain control, looked at Druqir and, with a touch of embarrassment, said, “I think… thank you for being so honest.”

“The response was simple but loaded with hidden meanings, and Pierre decided to use his feigned inability to communicate on an emotional level.”