Lancelot
I was given a choice; which is either to resume my work as a noble and handle the fief, or take a rest for a few more days. I was kind of feeling trapped being at Asher’s family mansion, and was raring to go back home and meet my people. So, with that in mind, I chose the latter.
As of now, I was having a game of frisbee with the knights on the training ground. I had been cooped up in a building for a long time I played with them like a mad dog. I threw the frisbee while they caught it, and they threw the frisbee while I caught it. Playing with knights is a good choice of their own, as the knights have high stamina and durability, so playing with them is fun.
After spending the entire evening playing, at night, I pampered myself with an aromatic bath session made by the servants. I let my servants to do a manicure and a clean-up, listening to some of the servants bicker, before I soak myself in the bathtub filled with aromatic infusion and flower
(Lancelot's POV)In this dream-like darkness, I felt my nose twitch.This smell... is somewhat familiar?For some reason, there is this antiseptic smell lingering in the air. You know, the usual smell when someone is inside a hospital?But how could it be?I tried to open my eyes, but it felt unbelievably heavy I almost gave up on doing it. Still, I’m curious to know why this nostalgic smell appeared on me only now. I haven’t gone to any hospitals here after I reincarnated into this world, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.While I was trying my best to, well, open my physical eyes, I saw my view brightening. My surroundings slowly took form of an evening-lit ambience of a... hospital? I was tucked in on a bed for patients with an IV attached at the back of my left hand, while completely clad in a hospital robe. I was wondering if I did something again that landed myself sent to a hospital, when a memeory suddenly came to me.
(Lancelot’s POV)The novel “The Love of My Life” is a story best suited for teenagers. That being said, some of the topics discussed in the novel weights heavily on romance compared to other elements, world building included. Because of that, the scale between the love interests’ life stories and others’ life stories tipped unfairly to the love interests’ side.Not like I have any problem with it when I read it. Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life.Even though this world more or less fit the fantasy genre.And even more so, when I was chosen to live inside a world as such.On the floor of a roofless wooden carriage, a huge and white furred monster was lying dormant. It
(Lancelot’s POV)I awkwardly cleared my throat. “I just wants to see the town. I finally get a free time so I thought a stroll would be nice.”The villager group and the glasses man shot a look at me. In a sense, I am not lying. I have been busy improving the agricultural sector of this fief that I had forgotten about other sectors, mainly this one.Now that I think about it, wasn’t it obvious to have this kind of premise? We’re inside a world of swords and magic, and monsters wanders around inside the wild, looking for prey to predate on.“I see.” The glasses man adjusted his glasses. He seemed to be troubled with my presence, but I tried my best to not dig too much into it. I just wanted to observe their work, nothing more.“So uh... Do you want to submit your quests, dear adventurers?” He said to the villager group.I felt my eyelids twitched.“Wait, you guys are adventure
Lancelot’s POVWhile we were on our way to meet this acquaintance that Hans knew, I realized something while I was glancing at the scenery outside the carriage.“I really have returned here, huh?” I muttered.“What’s that supposed to mean, Count?” Aran blinked.Oops.“Sorry, I was just talking to myself.” I tried to quickly brush it off. It felt extremely uncomfortable especially when Hans gave me that concerned look.“What are you talking about, My Lord? This place IS your home. It’s of no question that you should return here.” His tone sounded almost hurtful, making my hand reflexively reached out to grab his hand for comforting. Thankfully, Hans was sitting across me so the thought of having to cross my arm through Aran’s gaze, which would definitely be a cause of ruse, didn’t happen.Hans’ lips twitched into an inexplicable knot, bordering between conflict and content(?) that seemed to go against each other.I can’t really tell them that this world isn’t even my home. Ah, one of t
Asher’s POV“…Haa…” I heaved a long, shallow sigh. The gentle grip I had at the crown of my head was slowly released, as I opened my eyes and peered at the ray of sunlight through my opened office window. The slightly chilly morning air blowed in, ruffling the ends of the semi-transparent curtain, and unconsciously, I gazed emptily at the swaying fabric for a long time.“…Come in.”After I said that, a huge figure entered the office. Its body was covered with dark blue and white royal knight outfit, and over it was a red and golden brooch indicating his rank. However, unlike his intimidating appearance, a soft smile formed on his curvy lips.“Anxious much, Your Highness? I’m starting to worry about your health if you continue on with your sleepless spree.” He said to me in a light tone.“…Henry.” I stated his name. As I raised from the mahogany sofa, a soft grun
Lancelot’s POV“Good morning, My Lord!” Silica hollered, as if her original voice wasn’t loud enough. “Come on, My Lord. If you didn’t wake up right now, us servants won’t have enough time to dress you up prettily before the opening of the festival!” She then added a scolding on the side.“…Ugh.” I could hear my own grunt resonating through the muffle of my pillow. It’s a mix between irritation, and despise. Silica’s voice wasn’t this irritating originally, but I was probably easily ticked this morning because of how late I slept last night.Why is it morning already?Are mornings created to actually torture people?“…Why do I have to prepare early in the morning? Wasn’t the festival is supposed to happen late in the evening?” Like what Aran said to me right after I returned to Isaiya, the people of Isaiya wanted to celebrate for my return
Lancelot’s POV“W-What… What do you mean by that?”I tried my best to keep my cool. The feeling of being discovered by Aran was different compared to when I got discovered by Izana and Cecilia. Probably due to the reason being Izana closely related to supernormal activities so he seemed used to hearing about transgression, while Cecilia is related to him, and I don’t think is someone big mouthed.However, if it’s Aran, then a myriad of possibilities would happen. It’s because, I don’t have much knowledge about how Aran will act, or his personality, or a lot about his daily life. He wasn’t depicted frequently in the novel, apart from being called Asher’s secretary and a virtuoso.If he found out about me, what will he do?“You know,” Aran began, while he picked his glass of drink. The air seemed so sinister and dark, especially his growing shadow by sitting with his back facing
Lancelot’s POVThe sun had already set, inviting the coming of the dark blue sky. Still, beneath its embrace, was a bright and bustling ambience of Isaiya, decorated and laced with lanterns, flags and colourful ornaments. The people of the town looked very happy and cheerful. Streams of laughter could be heard from any distance, be it far or near.At a distance away from those bright and dazzling lights, I was staring at the half-completed entrance wall to the town, built to separate between the settlement and the orchard. Aran prompted me that it was necessary to build walls to protect the people from any monster attacks, and to distinguish this town from another town. Because of that, two separate walls were built, one between the wilds and the orchard field, and one which I was looking at.However, due to the lack of funds, for several days since I’m back, the building of the wall has been halted. I kind of understand why Aran did that, as Isaiya