"I got it, Dad. I'll be off then," Zeph declared, pushing himself up from the chair.
However, the custom-made seat seemed determined to hold him captive, its plush cushions clinging to his form like an overprotective lover.
'Seriously, this blubber's puffing up like a balloon. How in the world does a custom-made chair get stuck?' he muttered, frustration etching lines on his face. His cheeks, round and rosy, squished against the chair's back padding, his body trapped between armrests.
"What's everyone gaping at? Help him stand up!" his father bellowed at the servants, as if instructing a bunch of bystanders to rescue a buffalo trapped in the mud.
"Y-young master?!" The maids scurried, their eyes wide with panic, as they tugged at Zeph's arms, legs, and any other available appendage.
Of course, one of them also tried to hold his neck but there wasn't any.
"Pull!" A maid cheered with her thin hands pulling the stuck bull.
"Young Master, let us help you!" Hurriedly arriving inside the room were the twenty servants who had brought him here, surrounding him before pulling him up.
Finally, Zeph was free from the chair's grip after a struggle that cost the lives of three servants.
Like they were technically alive but logically dead—exhausted to the point of appearing lifeless.
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Zeph finally entered his room and collapsed onto his bed, hands covering his face. "Sigh... Finally, that ordeal is over."
His eyes weren't teary; they were just sweating.
Definitely not crying.
More like swearing up a storm at that god for dumping him into this mess.
If only he had scored a decent body.
Then he could care less about being the protagonist or getting entangled in some mess.
He'd be out there, living life to the fullest.
Not stuck inside this chubby dude with a mana pool the size of an ocean.
Indeed, the body in which Zeph resided had a lot of mana, but seriously, who needed that much mana?
It was like having a bank account with infinite overdraft protection—great in theory, but a pain in reality.
By the way, let's clear up this villain business. Yeah, so the thing is, Real Zeph died really fast, hence the "villain" title?
Not exactly a grandiose entrance into the world of villainy and becoming the final boss but.
After the original owner of this body got tossed into the wild, he kicked the bucket, got resurrected by some dark sorcerer dude who also bit the dust because he couldn't control his own puppet.
This puppet, mind you, had more mana than the sorcerer himself.
Then there was this whole hero versus resurrected villain showdown.
But honestly?
Zeph couldn't care less. Heroes, villains—labels were for people with too much time on their hands.
He had decided to deal with his upcoming death first, or avoid it somehow.
Step one: He decided to scrap this absurd wedding plan.
After that? Well, he'd figure out what to do next. Perhaps take up knitting.
Or maybe learn to juggle flaming swords.
Anything to distract from the impending doom of feeling like a mere plot pawn.
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As the first rays of sunlight hit his face, Zeph groaned and muttered, "What a way to start the day."
"Oh, forgive me, young master. I was just collecting clothes for laundry," stammered a maid, her voice quivering with fear.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you come in the morning for laundry duty." Zeph thought to himself, 'This guy here doesn't even realize that half the maids are sent by his own mother.'
The Duchess, his mother, had her spies everywhere. And by spies, he meant maids. They flitted around the mansion like gossip-hungry hummingbirds.
Again? You see, his mother, the daughter of Duke Liander, married his father for political reasons.
Confusing, right? Well, this lad's father discovered a mana mine, and to gain control, the Duke schemed by marrying off his daughter.
Sounds like a plot from a novel, doesn't it?
A year after marrying the count, she gave birth to this... well, let's just call him a character.
Who knows how pent up his parents were to have him so quickly.
After giving birth, His mother returned back to her own duchy with the mana mine under her ownership.
And the count vowed to protect him just because he resembled his mother, as if he were more like a guarantee for his mother to come back one day.
The mana mine now belongs to Duchess Kassidy Liander, yes, the lad's mother.
Care for him? Not really.
She abandoned her husband once her mission was complete.
She doesn't care about this lad.
The maids are here to keep an eye on him, in case he's a genius. But that mission was called off a year ago, and now there's only one maid left in the entire mansion.
"How dare you! You're going to wash all the mansion's clothes," Zeph snapped, feigning the anger to make this last remaining spy maid to not snitch on him.
"...b-but" Maid's voice trembled under his roar.
"Get out!"
"Y-yes, young master." As she left the room, Zeph could hear her murmuring, "But I'm already the one who washes all the clothes."
Hearing those words from maid, Zeph realised that it was not enough to not awaken any suspicion from that woman. "Hey, wait! You'll wash them without using your hands and legs."
"O_o"
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"Hey, why is your face like this?" the head maid asked, noticing the perplexed expression on the young maid's face.
"Oh, Head Maid," the young maid replied with a sigh, "it's just that the young master ordered me to wash clothes without using my hands and legs."
The head maid raised an incredulous eyebrow. "What? Doesn't he know you wash the entire mansion's clothes alone?"
"That's why I'm bewildered, Head Maid," the young maid replied with a mischievous grin.
"In the first place, I don't even have to touch the clothes to wash them."
As she spoke, a magical spectacle unfolded before their eyes, where she effortlessly used her awakened ability to clean the clothes without lifting a finger or leg, leaving the head maid both amused and impressed by her magical prowess.
In the upcoming chapters,you will know about awakened abilities
Thalia's POV
"Nanny, could you please share some information about Young Master Noahyr?"
I inquired, looking at her with hopeful eyes. My father, a Viscount, had orchestrated my engagement to the son of a Count.
"Lady Thalia, I'm afraid there isn't much I can say. Lord has prohibited me from revealing too much. However, I must advise you not to set your expectations too high,"
Her words resonated with me, although I secretly yearned for a glimmer of hope.
People had mentioned that he might be on the heavier side, but I found myself unfazed by that detail.
Whether he was slightly chubby or not, it wouldn't make a difference to me. I was content with the idea of having a companion who resembled a cute teddy bear.
{A/n: Ah, yes, he might be a bear indeed, just not the teddy kind.}
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Noah POV
" Achoo!, I suppose I've caught the flu,"
I muttered to myself, my sneeze a testament to my condition.
Waking up in the morning, I followed my usual routine, causing the bunk bed to creak as I stood up. Staring at myself in the mirror, I beckoned the maids to prepare a bath for me.
As I immersed myself in the water, I found myself experiencing an erection, a normal occurrence.
However, the unfortunate reality was that I couldn't even see what was happening down there due to the presence of my rather humongous belly.
" Sigh, When will she finally arrive?"
I wondered aloud, frustrated by the wait.
I directed my query towards one of the blushing maids, and from her reaction, I could at least deduce that my weapon is not that small but rather my body is too huge.
"Y-young master, Lady Thalia is expected to arrive in about an hour," the maid stammered, her cheeks flushed.
'Sigh, how can this maid flush after seeing this fatty's ugly body'
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Thalia's POV
"Hahaha, welcome, Thalia," he greeted me with a cheerful laugh.
"Greetings, Lord Count," I replied, bowing slightly and holding the hem of my dress in a proper noble greeting.
"Very good, very good. I must say, I'm impressed by your etiquette,"
he complimented me, and while I appreciated his words, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
I desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of my cute teddy bear, Young Master Noahyr.
"Lord, may I inquire about the whereabouts of Young Master Noahyr?" I ventured to ask, unable to hide my curiosity any longer.
"Oh, you mean Noah? He's in his room. Maids, please guide Lady Thalia to his room,"
The Count ordered the maids, and I felt a twinge of disappointment that he wasn't there to greet me himself.
Nonetheless, I followed the maids, hoping to finally meet Noahyr in person.
"My lady, here,"
With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, I entered the room.
This was it – I was going to meet my future husband.
"Greetings, Young Master Noahyr,"
I greeted him with a swift bow as I entered the room, eager to make a good impression.
However, his calm and soothing voice caught me off guard.
"Lady Thalia, let's annul this engagement,"
As his Calm words rang in my ears, Confusion and shock surged within me; I couldn't fathom why he would suggest such a thing.
I slowly raised my head to look at him, my expression still polite, but my thoughts racing.
"What the hell, how can someone be this fat?" I blurted out, my frown unconsciously showing on my face.
I hadn't meant to say it aloud, and I quickly realized I had gone too far.
My thoughts raced further as I assessed the situation. 'But wait, he just suggested annulment himself. Perhaps I can use this opportunity to break off the engagement...' I began to plan.
'Hold on a second – he's the one suggesting an annulment? How dare this ugly pig reject me? I should be the one deciding whether to reject him or not,' my determination flared, and I felt a surge of anger and defiance.
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Noah POV
"I don't quite comprehend what you mean, Young Master Noahyr," After hearing her word the first thought that crossed my mind was, 'Who's the one that openly shared her thoughts and even crafted a vivid scene of my demise on the spot?'
Suppressing my emotions was second nature to me, and I managed to keep a composed expression as I am very good in controlling my emotions.
{A/n: Yes, just like in the first chapter.}
"My lady, I wish to suggest annulment of our engagement. As you can already discern, my physique doesn't quite match the standards of someone of your caliber,"
I explained, acutely aware of her haughty personality. Connecting myself to someone like her would be nothing short of foolishness.
"I completely concur with your sentiment, about the annulment, of course. It's truly disheartening for me, but I hope that Young Master has made this decision after careful consideration,"
Her words causing my expression to twitch with irritation. It was becoming clear why someone like this pig would target a girl like her – she was a wild rabbit in disguise.
"Thank you for your gracious understanding, my lady. You are welcome to stay here for a few days before departing. It would be our pleasure to offer you our hospitality," I added, adopting a noble's demeanor and then continued, "Please ask one of the maids to summon my father as well."
"I comprehend, Young Master," she replied, leaving the room.
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As I watched her go, I let out a sigh of relief; the matter had been concluded.
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