Chapter 2

"Father Bronson, I am here to help you out with breakfast".

Serina said as she entered the kitchen.

"Serina, I have told you countless times that I am no longer a priest, so you don't have to call me that."

Bronson said as he turned around, it looked like he was peeling potatoes since he had one in hand and a knife in another. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he saw him behind Serina.

"Oh? It's rare to see up so early in the morning Nic, did something happen?"

The lighting in the kitchen was better than in the room with all the cots so he could see their appearance(though he already knew from his new memories).

Serina had black hair and green eyes and looked like a petite girl of 12-13.

While Bronson, like his name suggested, had brown hair and eyes and looked like he was in his mid- to late- twenties.

"I had a nightmare, then couldn't sleep thereafter so I came to help."

He yawned and tried to look sleep deprived as he give his excuse

and hoped that it worked.

Bronson looked oddly at him for a second then shook his head and continued to peel the potatoes.

Looking at him wearing a dirty apron and wearing clothes like those peasant costumes in the old historical plays really didn't give much impression of a priest so it was no doubt he felt odd being addressed as such by Serina.

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"Whatever, If you want to help get me some water from the well outside".

Bronson said as he chopped the peeled potato to pieces and put them in a wooden bowl.

Just as he thinking of how he was going to complete that task the memory of the place where the buckets were kept and where the well was came into his mind like he always knew them.

'I swear, it's weird no matter how many times this happens'

He mused to himself as took the bucket and went outside the small orphanage(if you could call it that).

'I am taking this quite well, pun fully intended, taking every thing into consideration'.

At least he wasn't panicking like almost half the protags in the novels.

He went to the well, attached the bucket to the rope that went over the pulley, grabbed the other end and slowly lowered the bucket in the well like he had always done that despite this being the first time he had actually used a well like this.

After the bucket the was filled he brought it back up and detached the bucket from the rope and heaved it back to the orphanage, which was quite the difficult endeavor, so he was panting by the time he reached his destination.

"Good Work."

Bronson said once he had arrived at the kitchen with the bucket.

After that he helped Serina and Bronson with the Breakfast preparations in silence.

By the time they were done the other children were slowly waking up and trickling into the dinning hall, which consisted of rotting wooden chairs and tables, a sign of this orphanage's better days, and to his (no)surprise he knew every one of them.

One of them was truly peculiar, he had very pale white skin and ominous red eyes.

'An albino!'

He was also his (new)age. It seems like he was staring at him for a bit too long since he noticed him and turned his way with a smile and approached him.

"Good Morning Nic !"

He quickly went over his memories and remembered that the boy's name was Albedo. He was quite discriminated among the people here in the slums because of this appearance which people said was cursed.

(The old Nicolus thought that was bullshit and the new one agreed )

When the mater was brought to Bronson's attention by Nicolus, he immediately brought the boy back to the orphanage.

After that, Albedo always looked up to Nicolus as a big brother.

When everyone was seated Bronson distributed breakfast to everyone.

There, sitting among orphaned children and an overworked adult, knowing nothing about this new world, he still thought this was a good way to start.