He was a fat mess, he couldn't even tell how much the guy staring at him weighed, perhaps a few hundred kilograms? This was a mess, absolute disordered mess, "No wonder I could barely move," he muttered in anger, staring at the abomination before him, he wasn't chubby even if a blind man was made to look, this was fatness in a disturbing level, "How did this bastard let himself go this much?!" he roared, it was completely inconceivable for someone to grow so fat to this level and not do a thing about it, it was so stupid.
"Sighs," he ran his hand over his pale blue hair, his strange ash eyes staring back at him, "Let's just… sighs… that's right, that maid at the door," he sighed, splashing water on his face, as little by little he started to get memories of who this young man was.
"Anderson," he muttered, the son of a duke who was in charge of warfare, their territory located at the border of Santa Visendra, "Damn it, I can't remember much," he thought clicking his tongue, he needed all the knowledge of his situation as possible if he hoped to survive this.
With another sigh he turned to find the shower, there was both a bath tub and the shower, so he got into the private space of the shower, looked around until his eyes spotted the options to control the water type and output, which he tapped on moderately hot and turned it on.
Swisssssssh!
The water poured out, he stared blankly at nothing in particular, wondering what he was to do at this point, with a body like this, his situation was far from ideal, if the situation got to a point where he had to run to escape for his life… he couldn't, he just couldn't.
"Wait…. Anderson… Carsendel," he muttered and then his eyes widened, 'Carsendel,' he knew that name, and this time, it was as Lumiea, "Isn't that supposed to be a dukedom from the neighboring kingdom?" he muttered, then his thoughts rearranged, No, he was now IN the neighboring kingdom, so that means he died as Lumiea in the other kingdom, Luimero.
"But that's not possible… right?" if he really died and reincarnated, like really reincarnated from his memories as Larson then… it wasn't supposed to be in this same world, so… how?
He thought deeply about it and after a while a grin began to spread on his face, if he was really still in this world, and still in this timeline as Lumiea was, then perhaps all hope is not lost, he would still get his revenge.
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Creak. Swings
"…. Master?" staring at… Well, Anderson, was a young lady, white hair trailing down to her neck and blue eyes filled with nothing… completely indifferent as was her whole expression, she looked him up and down, then took a step forward, "Huh?" he frowned, however realized he had buttoned the shirt wrongly, she fixed that before he could even realize it, tucking in the shirt properly unlike what he was trying to do, styled his hair and fixed the rest of the ensemble he had on and in a second it was complete, huge white shirt that could fit three people with even enough allowance, and a black trouser that well…. Would still fit the same three people (at once), "Would you like the coat as well, it goes with the ensemble," she said, cuffing the sleeves, "No… that would be uncomfortable," he added, and she stepped back.
"Shall we go?" she asked.
"Where?" he asked to which she tilted her head, there was no expression on her face, not of surprise or annoyance, just, blank gaze that deeply unsettled him, she took a step forward and placed the back of her slender hand on his forehead, "Have you come down with something severe, you seem to have lost your memory," she said.
"Huh?" Anderson frowned.
She regarded him for a while, realizing from the genuine confusion on his face that he really didn't understand what was going on, "Oh dear… Do you at least remember your name?" she sounded exhausted but her expression betrayed nothing.
"Anderson… Anderson Carsendel," he said, she then nodded.
"Perhaps the blow to your head yesterday knocked out some memories," she said, her choice of words strangely annoyed him but he just stayed silent.
"Fine, let me remind you," she said, then closed the doors, before turning back, "Yesterday, you had asked duke Carsendel, your father, to call off the engagement between you and Angelina, at the family meal, and he had asked you to battle your brother, Owen Carsendel, if you won he would consider it, if you lost, you would be sent out of the mansion to a desolate place devoid of luxury till you head for the academy," she explained and as she did, Anderson's frown deepened as the memory RETURNED.
"I… lost," he said. But it was expected, how was his fat ass supposed to beat someone not only talented but agile and nimble, it was failure etched in stones.
"There you have it, now… shall we leave?" she asked, and he cursed in anger, "Nice… Goddamn it!"