Who would have thought that death tasted like good tea? Isaac thought as the taste of green tea spread in his mouth.
Suddenly a burning sensation made Isaac abruptly open his eyes in the void of reincarnation huh?
As his eyes regained focus he found himself staring out of a decorated window wearing comfortable, fancy clothes, sitting in an even comfier chair he almost melted into it.
Well I'll be damned, death was so much better than he could ever have hoped for, thought Isaac.
No. This cannot be the void of death, Isaac said in his head as his mind slowly regained clarity, still pale as death he felt completely lost.
He heard an incomprehensible whisper.
And then the whisper got louder he could barely make out the words 'young' and 'mustard.'
"Young master! Please." Claire said for the third time.
"What?" Isaac reflexively responded
A sigh of relief escaped Claire's mouth as a sense of foreboding grew in her again.
"Young master, please have mercy. I promise before the first ones it will not happen again."
Young master!? What the heck Is going on? Isaac thought as he finally looked at the vague reflection in the window what a pretty boy Isaac scoffed, wait he touched his face, and the man in the reflection mirrored his movements, it was his own face Oh no. I am that pretty boy, he realized.
He could not deny it further. He had died. He remembered that very clearly, yet here he was now alive, comfortable, and pretty.
"Alright." He said out loud. It's not like this was the strangest situation he had ever been thrown into.
"Thank you young master." Claire said with great relief in her voice.
What is she on about again? Who is she anyway?
"What is your name?" Isaac asked while turning to face her, immediately he noticed the maid. Huh? A maid of all things? She trembled slightly because of his actions. That tremble did not escape Isaac's eyes as he turned his head to face her, actually it confused him a bit.
"My name is Claire Cristallight young master." Claire responded with a proper curtsy.
"Then who am I?" Isaac asked expectantly.
Claire looking confused asked "Young master what do you me-"
"Answer the question." Isaac calmly interrupted Claire.
Claire did not hesitate this time she didn't dare. "You are Marcus De Lavigne, firstborn of Duke Alexander De Lavigne, young master of the De Lavigne estate, a prodigy in magic that reached the 2nd tier before 18 and-"
"That's enough. You are dismissed for now," he paused "Claire."
She wanted to protest, she was assigned to attend to his every need today. But she knew she could not, surely no one would blame her for obeying the young master. "As you wish young master." She made her way out.
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As she was about to open the door Isaac said to her "I will be expecting you in an hour Claire."
"Yes. As you wish young master." She said in curtsy before getting out knowing full well what such a request meant.
After getting out Claire stood still in front of the door for a while before going on her way.
As Isaac heard the sound of Claire's footsteps getting further and further away, far enough that he could not even hear them anymore he released the sigh he was holding in.
"Oh man. What a situation." He spoke to himself as he was used to. Getting up from the second most comfortable chair he ever sat on. The first of course being any chair where the 'M.C. Sock' was placed on.
"Now that I think about it." Isaac said as he tried to open his pocket dimension. He extended his hand.
A failure? He tried again.
"Don't tell me I can't open it because this weakling," he said with particular emphasis on the world weakling while looking at his hands "has only reached the 2nd tier of-" he circulated his mana.
Oh.
"I mean the 3rd tier of magic." He continued before trying one last time.
'...'
Still nothing.
Another, this time longer sigh escaped his lips as he accepted the fact that he'd have to work his way back to the end of the abyss of magic. Not all is bad though. I am alive. I am truly, really alive once more, he thought as his new body elegantly approached the excessively lavish vanity in the corner of the room.
The son of a Duke huh? He thought.
"How convenient." He chuckled as he sat in front of the mirror feeling just as comfortable as when he woke up from the dead. He started circulating his mana with his eyes closed "how very convenient." He said again opening his eyes to look at the face that was the bane of all women as a radiant smile grew larger on his face revealing pearl white teeth.
A loud, joyful and mildly manic laughter could be heard coming from young master Marcus' room.
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Claire was walking towards the servant's quarters as her head started to spin from the turn of events. She would never have expected that she'd lose her virginity in such a way, or that she'd lose it to the young master, or that this would all happen in time for dinner.
She consoled herself thinking that there were worse ways to lose it. A blush appeared on her cheeks, her lips an inviting juicy red. Yes there were worse ways to lose it than losing it to the most handsome man she had ever seen. Still she was mad that the choice was taken away from her as her lips pursed in a slight pout.
As she was making her way to the servant's quarters she greeted the other maids that were busy cleaning the great halls of the De Lavigne's 'fortress' Claire came up with what she felt was the most proper word to describe this so-called mansion.
Claire hoped that head maid Theresa was busy elsewhere, she didn't want to stumble upon the woman. Theresa was an old bitter and venomous 'lady.' Never married with graying hair and a pair of blue, ice cold, piercing eyes.
Claire would really rather not meet her.
"Claire? What are you doing here." Came an irritated voice from behind her. Claire knew to whom this voice belonged, she also couldn't help but notice the acidic way 'here' Was said.
That's how the saying goes 'you speak of the devil and the horns appear.' Thought Claire as she turned to face the owner of the voice.
"Head maid Theresa," Claire lowered her head in greeting before continuing "I am to get changed and get back to young master Marcus's chambers in an hour." Said Claire.
A sinister light flashed by Theresa's eyes and a bit of envy made her stomach twist. But only Theresa herself knew about that as she didn't so much as twitch, her years of training have long since turned her into the perfect maid. "Very well, be on your way." Theresa quickly dismissed the much younger maid.
The servant's quarters was where, of course, the servants slept, rested, and ate when on duty. Most servants at the end of the duty rotation, the work cycle, spent the free time they were given with their families but some stayed behind. The servant's quarters were a lot more upscale, more lavish, more... posh than one would expect, as the De Lavigne didn't much care for how the servants felt as long as the job they did was immaculate it was more likely that they just didn't want anyone to think they lacked in gold and that's why even the servants had their 'small' corner of heaven.
After reaching them Claire still had to get to the laundry. Once there she approached the desk where Laundress Mary was at.
Laundress Mary was an old woman, she was probably the oldest person in the whole estate. She had worked for the De Lavigne for 3 generations of Dukes. No one knew how many years she had, not even the Duke himself. For some reason, no one cared, all that the servants knew was that Mary was a kind and eccentric old woman.
"Excuse Me." Claire said to Mary.
"Yes? What is it?" Mary asked getting up, after she stopped staring off into space.
"Y-yes I'd like to have uh," a blush crept on her face. "Yes I'd like some well..." she averted her gaze.
"Oh come on, Just spit it out buttercup." Mary said gently, making herself smaller as if not to threaten Claire.
"Proper clothing," Claire continued where she left off "before joining young master Marcus in his chambers." She clarified.
Mary clicked her tongue. "Men." She said before going to fetch the clothes as if that word explained everything. She returned in the blink of an eye, it looked as if her age was just a number to her. Mary was a little tornado.
"Here you go buttercup." Mary said as she handed her a normal maid uniform. "The other clothes are hidden inside." She added before Claire could say anything.
"Thank you, Laundress Mary." Claire said. Thank you for being so considerate she added in her head.
"Off you go then buttercup. I'm very busy." Mary said before sitting back down and continuing to do what she was doing before, that is staring at the wall.
Looking at the old woman Claire asked herself when did Mary even wash the clothes, but soon she dismissed that thought labeling it as just another mystery.
After putting on the 'special' clothes and of course donning the maid uniform on top, here she was again in front of young master Marcus' room.
Claire took a deep breath, she then knocked.
A voice came from inside the room "come in, Claire."