Gerald Michaels was shot to death by his only friend but he woke up with his body back to the time people still fawns over him. 

Reborn with vengeance in tow, watch as he get distracted by romance and make revenge a side job.


A/n: Originally a Wattpad Story with the same title but edited. 

Warning: This one will be full of curse and cusses. Please be reminded.

In a world of death watch as a sheep becomes king.

An OP Character in Castle of Black Iron, Nothing much else to it really.

"Don't worry, I won't Pester you anymore. Take care. "
After saying that, Jack left without looking back.
"Jack... ! "
Cheng Lin subconsciously reached out to grab him, but she only grabbed the tie in his hand.
The Tie in Jack's palm didn't even grip it hard. With a hook, it completely slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.
The silk-like smooth tie slipped out of Cheng Lin's palm and fell to the ground, but she felt a pain as if it was hooked by a barb.
She wanted to ask Jack to stay, but what about after she asked him to stay?
Should she agree to him?
But what if she didn't love him?
Wouldn't that obviously hurt him?
Moreover, she didn't respect Jack's love for her. Even if she wanted to agree, at least let her see that there was a place for him in her heart.
If she had to use time to prove it, it was also good that she wanted to do this. Both of them would calm down, and this kind of relationship would be more certain.
Cheng Lin didn't see Jack's dejected and disappointed turn around, or the heartbroken tears of a man.
He hoped that she would let him stay, so he turned around and walked very slowly. However, she only called his name in the end, and nothing else happened.
With every step he took, he felt as if there was a heavy weight under his feet, as if there were two huge iron balls tied to his ankles.
He was so slow that he still did not get Cheng Lin's words. He raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful night sky. The moon hung high in the sky, and the stars were everywhere. It was really too beautiful.
However, his mood was now at the bottom of the valley, and his heart was so painful that even breathing hurt.
He blinked his already wet eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. A bitter smile appeared on his face.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. It was as if he had put something down, or as if he had removed the "iron ball" on his feet. He left in large strides without the slightest hesitation.
Cheng Lin watched his figure walk further and further away until his shadow was no longer visible. She then slowly placed her hand on her heart.
"There's still a place for him here, isn't there? Otherwise, why would it hurt? "
Cheng Lin murmured softly. She didn't chase after him, but went in the opposite direction with Jack.
Today's actions ended here. She just wanted to be quiet and properly sort out the feelings in her heart. She didn't want to make a decision that she regretted.
She had to do this before she saw Di Junlin make a final decision whether or not she still had him in her heart.
...
"Oh right, Hubby! Where did you tell er Qi to put that White Lotus? Why do I feel that it's so strange? Why did Yi Xuan and Bai Lan burn their fingers when they touched it? Don't you think that's too illogical? "
After a passionate exchange, Lan Keqin felt her mouth and tongue dry. She got up and poured a cup of boiling water by the water dispenser to drink.
As she drank, she couldn't help but think of what happened that afternoon. Every time she thought of it, she felt that it was very strange.
There were also the Purple Lotus pendants that those people gave to Anja and Xiaoqin. She felt that it was not that simple.
These three lotus flowers seemed to have life, especially di Junlin's White Lotus.
"It's a little strange, but everything goes with the flow. Moreover, a glowing lotus flower doesn't mean anything. After all, clothes nowadays can be made to look like moonlight. It's not a big deal that a lotus flower can glow. "
Di Junlin slowly stood up. He felt that it was necessary to bring the White Lotus and the diamond the size of an egg into the room.
The White Lotus looked elegant and classy. It wouldn't be bad if it was placed in the bedroom. It could even be used as a table lamp.
As for the diamond the size of an egg, he could also study it and find out how to cut it into a "Keqin Heart" and give it to the little woman in front of him.
"I think so. "
Lan Keqin nodded. She felt that she was making a fuss over nothing. After all, technology was so advanced nowadays. It was not impossible to have such a possibility.
"I'll go downstairs and bring the Lotus and diamonds up. I'll let you experience it while I'm at it. "
Di Junlin chuckled. He could feel her love for White Lotus, so he decided to put on his clothes and go down to get them.
"MM! I won't go down. I just moved in today. There are still a lot of things I haven't finished packing. I'll tidy them up first. "
Lan Keqin nodded. She got up and walked to the wardrobe. Before she moved the things in here and had no time to tidy them up, she had already arrived at Xiaoqin and Anja's wedding. She had been busy until today.
The clothes inside were all the clothes that she and Di Junlin had to wear this season. She had to hang them up. Tomorrow, she had to iron his suit and shirt. Otherwise, there would be creases.
"Don't be too tired. In the future, I will hire a few trusted servants to come back. Otherwise, you and Xiaoqin and Anja won't be able to handle it. "
He was a Germaphobe and didn't like it when the nanny touched his clothes. Before, Arthur helped him iron his clothes. Now that he had a wife, although he didn't want her to be tired, ironing the clothes that he had to wear every day felt much warmer on him.
"I know! Go quickly, it's getting late. Bring them up early, we should go to bed now. "
Lan Keqin nodded and instructed him.
After di Junlin went down, she took out half of the clothes in the wardrobe and hung them on the clothes rack one by one.
She ironed the clothes di Junlin was going to wear the next day and hung them on the side. Then, she started to hang up the other clothes one by one.
"Why are you taking so many out? Hurry up and put them in. If you ironed so many clothes, I wonder what time it would be in the morning. "
Di Junlin brought White Lotus and diamonds up. He saw a huge pile of clothes on the bed and saw the machine that ironed the clothes at the side. He thought that she was going to finish ironing all the clothes, so he felt sorry for her and was afraid that she would be tired.
"It's okay. I'm not ironing tonight. I'm just hanging these up first. When you go to work tomorrow, I'll be busy. "
Lan Keqin smiled gently. Even if she wanted to finish ironing, she wouldn't do it at this time.
It was already 11 o'clock at night. If she continued to iron the clothes, it would disturb his rest. He was already busy and very tired. She didn't want him to be disturbed by her when he went home.
"Okay! Let me help you. "
Di Junlin heard her say that she was not going to iron the clothes, so he let out a soft "okay" . Then, he placed the two boxes in his hands on the bedside table and walked to her side to pick up the clothes rack and hang the rest of the clothes with her.
"You go and rest. It's enough that I'm busy here. "
Lan Keqin said and went to take the clothes rack in his hands, not letting him do what these women should do.
"YOU'RE MY WIFE! What's wrong with me sharing the housework for my wife? You take care of the children so hard every day. My heart aches. "
Di Junlin took the clothes hanger from her hand and said with a smile,

How did the three-month contract turn into a lifetime And he wanted to be his wife?
She was just an ordinary girl, but by chance, she knew him, and from then on, she became his treasure.
He was cold, domineering, cruel, decisive, and overbearing, but he only doted on her to the bone.
Male and female protagonist body and mind are clean, 1V1, pet article

'I'm home!'
'Welcome home, brother. How is that new school of yours going?'
'It has been really great! By the way Bianca, has mom come home yet?'
'Nope.I haven't seen her and I guess it has been a month.'
'Yeah.. Surely, big brother is gonna be so mad.'
'Don't think about it.You should be focusing  on your new dancing school'
'Okay'

-Bladt went into his room and lay down on his bed-

It's a tiring day but fun. I'm looking forward of what's gonna happen tomorrow. I am so excited.
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*yawns*

A new day has come. It's 3:30 am

-Bladt went out of his room and goes down to the living room. There, he saw his older sister Bianca, doing her homeworks-

'Oh, you're up so early.'
'Yup.I'm finishing my work'
'Oh Yeah right. Okay then' 

-Bladt walks and then stop to get into his little brother's bedroom- 

This little brother of mine is named Daniel.He is the youngest in my sibling.
'Danny, good morning lil boi. Time to wake up and get ready for school.'

-Daniel didn't even bother to move-

hmm not waking up, huh?

'Wake up later and take shower okay, I'll go and iron my clothes. Do you want me to iron your clothes too?'
'Yeah sure. Whatever' Daniel said in a sleepy tone.

-Bladt takes his little brother's school uniform and walk out of the room. He is heading to the loundry room to iron the clothes. In the middle of the way, he stopped infront of his big brother's room and walk in.He saw his big brother at the study table on his phone. Bladt walk out of the room, close the door and then continued to the loundry room.He goes there because it is where they usually iron their clothes-
                                 
-Bladt is ironing the clothes-

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Suddenly, his older sister Bianca comes in with her clothes.

'Uii, Faster la. Mine wants to be iron too'
'Eish, you woke up so early, why didn't you iron that first?'
'Hello, I was doing my homeworks la. You saw me kan. hahaha 😝' 
'Okay lah, wait till I'm finish. You can iron Danny's clothes ka?'
'yea yeah can'
'Tengkiu😙'

-suddenly, their big brother came in with his clothes. He gave the clothes to Bladt-

'Thanks' The big brother said. And walk out of the room.Bladt then look at his sister and smiles. 

'Ya ya I'll iron that too.' His sister Bianca says.
'Hihihi. So kind my sister today ohh'
'Ish you go lah and take shower oredy, you gonna make everyone else late.You shower the longest!'
'Haha ya ya later I take. There is still someone in the bathroom' Bladt replies.
'Oh okay then'

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*After everyone took shower.

-Grandmother is making tea in the kitchen.  
-Daniel is wearing shoes at the living room . 
-Big brother and Bianca are sitting on the sofa while playing their phone in the living room. 
-Aunty fall asleep while sitting on the sofa in the living room.

'Hey Bianca, are you messaging your boyfriend again? You've been chatting with him like every single day! Will it never be enough for you?' Bladt said
'Hmph Biarlah.Me punya boyfriend kan 😉'
'No, you are totally wrong Bianca' - big brother said.
'What is it that is wrong?🤔' Bianca asked.
'In this family, One's boyfriend, is All's boyfriend too 😝' -Big brother jokes.

-Bladt and all his siblings laughed.- 

And then, their grandmother brings the tea.

'You have to drink the tea first xiao Danny. You go to school the earliest.' Grandmother said.

-Daniel drinks his tea and so is everyone.-
suddenly, Aunty stands up and caries her handbag.

'Lets go now Danny'
'Alright.Bye bye all'
'Take care at school' Grandma said
-Daniel greets his grandmother and his older siblings and then rushes out to chase his auntie-

Well.. you see, In my family my aunty is a teacher. She and Danny are the only one's that goes to school by bus. Danny is still in elementary school and he's 11. Me,my sister and my big bro are all walking to school.We are on secondary school.I was in the same school as them, but I got an offer from the dancing school. And so, that's when this all started, my new dancing school life.I have one more sister and she's the eldest but,.. She's not here living with us. She's at another district studying in a University.

-Bladt stands up and carries his bag-
'Well, I'm going too lah.Bye bye' 
'Okay xiao Bladt , Take care at school.'-Big brother said.
'Not so xiao anymore o, haha😂' Bianca said.

-Bladt greets his grandmother and his older siblings. And then went out of the house and walks to school- 

Usually, I go to school earlier than my older siblings but it all depends on who takes bath first. If they take bath earlier than me, then I'm gonna be a bit late. My big brother's name is Lee and my eldest sister is Lyly. That's pretty much of what's happening here at my house everyday.

-Bladt is Walking to school- 

END OF CHAPTER 2 [HOME]

This story is about an ordinary secondary school boy who really loves to dance since he was little. The story shows on how he slowly discovers his true potential to become  a dancer and opened up a whole new adventure ahead of him in becoming an elite.

12/05/2008, Home, Greenwich, London, England.
Sitting at the kitchen counter, half-eaten toast hanging out of my mouth, I packed my shoulder bag with the day's necessities. School started 9 AM sharp and it was my last year of Sixth Form. Having been reminded an ample number of times in the last 6 months, the year was supposedly instrumental to my future. I doubted that was true. Probably why I was running late.
Adriana stood over the ironing board, a mischievous grin planted on her face, while Bishop, her husband, and more recently my father, loomed in the hallway; his presence more felt than seen.
He wasn't that concerned about the haphazard pile of food laying on the kitchen counter, freshly produced by our very own 'expert' chef. Nor the pile of dirty dishes packed away as if they were clean. It wasn't even the combination of odors ranging from the dirty laundry to the precariously balanced pile of 'breakfast' that had Bishop frustrated that morning. Rather, it was the destruction of his favorite shirt, which she was 'expertly' ironing. How he found a miss-ironed shirt more inconvenient than being psychologically force-fed Adriana's atrocious cooking, puzzles me to this day.
Adriana didn't play into the sensitive wife and mother role well. Not in the classical, old-fashioned sense. Expecting her to iron your shirt with even a modicum of skill was an unreasoned thought. Considering all her disastrous attempts to do housework, entrusting her with your 'favorite' shirt was unquestionably a thoughtless idea. She was known to shrink our clothes when doing laundry, store dirty dishes even when she apparently cleaned them, and her sensitive mother talks could mentally obliterate an adult, let alone children. Despite all of this, she looked deceivingly weak: Short, slim, with long fair hair and a very soft voice. Her face had a hawkish quality to it. Unattractive on most, but somehow signified a contrasting sharp intelligence to her calm beauty.
In time, I saw the apathetic naivety hiding behind her onset. In time, I also became accustomed to the torment of her domestic pursuits. Occasionally, we'd even help her out with the domestic duties, but our preference for idleness and frivolous exercise made that or complaining about it difficult. At least for me.
I've lived with them for about 2 years and there was a mutual sense of comfort growing between us. Yet still, something was absent. One of those things you can't put your finger on but know it's there. It's in the way we talk to each other, our body language, our dynamics. They had at one point even tried to faintly suggest, with surprising bluntness, that it was time for me to treat them like 'real family' and not just 'cordial acquaintances.' Their words, not mine. But I could never do it or tell you why.
Wait. That's a lie. I don't enjoy lying, least of all to myself. There is a Dostoyevsky quote about that. I'm paraphrasing here but he said something along the lines of 'lying to oneself can lead to loss of truth, respect and finally love'. I don't agree. It is a loss of sanity that starts it all. Because how can you lie to yourself successfully if you haven't lost your sanity first?
There is a loss in lying; of freedom, of being unburdened. Admittedly, the complete and utter absence of pain brings with it a limited capacity for many other emotional states, fear in particular. This lack of fear materialized what my friends refer to as 'a shameful addiction to the blunt truth'. That doesn't mean I can't lie, or don't for that matter. But my condition, predictably, has warped my opinion on these matters.
The blunt truth is that I saw no reason for it. Not that I say this out of hate, I have yet to grasp such a sensation (for now I'll assume it's just an intense version of dislike). To insincerely advocate their desire for me to attach those titles to them, without a valid reason, was beyond me. Their inclusion in my life was something I appreciated. Something I wanted. But having no fear of losing them, gave me no reason to do something about keeping them.
And so, I would always end up just calling them by their first names. They'd deserved it after what they had done for me but, lamentably for them, I couldn't. It wasn't in my nature.
A bleak light plagued the kitchen that morning, the sky finding it hard to wake up with us. Bishop and Andriana were busy with their usual back and forth.
"How can you fuck up my favorite shirt you inept, failure of a wife?" Bishop boomed, covered the kitchen floor in two comfortable strides.
Bishop's frustration could make any room tense enough to cause people physical discomfort. He was a gargantuan man, nearing 7 feet. An abundance of scars covering his bulky figure and a rough beard lining the base of his face made sure his social skills were never truly tested. A long-hooked nose lay between dark brown eyes: eyes that seemed to promise comfort capriciously. Although he wouldn't admit it, his love for Adriana, being lazy, and his bizarre fixation on mints were undeniable. I'd learned to keep a stealthy stash of mints in my room just in case I spontaneously did something reckless. Which, for me, is more often than most.
At heart Bishop was simple. Not in the sense that suggested a diminished intellect, but in the case of a man that had wholly solidified his ideology. Envision seeing the world and never questioning the conclusions you have made of how you wish to integrate into that reality. I respected him for this, as much as I was able anyway. The nature of morality and its practical application, despite being a trivial matter to me, has also been especially difficult.
"Language honey, and please don't act ignorant of my one and only true talent to fuck shit up, makes me feel undervalued." I caught Adriana casually respond as I crept past them, using the staircase as cover. Slowly, to hinder detection, I left the two of them to their morning routine, before I became its target.

Coasting through life, the only intrigue in Noah's life is his seemingly odd lack of pain and the rather dubious circumstances of his birth. That is, until potential answers to the roots of his idiosyncrasies and the depths of his past come to light.
Noah discovers facets of existence he would never have imagined, joins a war crossing the vast expanse of metaphysical  space and takes his first steps into augmenting his newly discovered abilities. All this, while trying to find out who he really is, and why he is the way he is.

"Is the food ready? Are the decorations up? Is the cake prepared? Is everyone present?" whispered sister Mary to Leo, the second oldest child from the orphanage, after Oliver.

"Yes, yes, yes and yes... Sister Mary, you have to calm down! You are stressing out to much anyway! That boy is going to receive more than he deserves, so he should be more than thankful even if everything goes wrong!" responded Leo. "Seriously... that punk..."

"You shouldn't talk like that about him, Leo! He is a wonderful boy and he deserves it all. You better be nice to him today! That is all I ask of you." said sister Mary with a grave expression. 

"Hhh... fine!" Leo said giving up... 

"Now, I'll go and wake him up, while you go and tell everyone from the village to get ready in the Village Hall" said sister Mary excitedly. 

"I know, I know..." said Leo while walking away.

*Can't wait to see how surprised he will be when he hears the good news* though sister Mary to herself. And opens the door to his room: 

"Good morning, Oliv..." and she stopped... the sight before her left her speechless...

"Good morning, sister Mary!" greeted Oliver while ironing some clothes. "Did you sleep well?

"A-aa... yes... but what are you doing? I thought you were sleeping..." she said trying to hide her surprise. 

"I woke up a little bit early today, so I read a little bit first, but at 7 you didn't come to wake me up, so I thought that you were tired. I realised that you were pretty busy the past few days and there was much ironing to do, so I took all the clothes from the orphanage and started ironing them." responded Oliver very matter-of-factly.

"You did, now didn't you? Well... thank you very much! That was very kind of you! However, you can leave the rest for later... The village elder asked us to go to the Village Hall." said hurriedly sister Mary.

"Really? What could it be for?" questioned Oliver.

"Who knows? Let's hurry, anyway!" responded sister Mary energetically.

"Sure... Let's go... But what are the other kids going to do while we're gone?" asked Oliver concerned. 

"Don't worry! They are already there. Now let's go!" and she pushed him out the door.

In a few minutes they arrived at the Village Hall. However, Oliver felt like something was weird... Why would the elder call upon all of them? Did something happen? Well... he will find out soon enough. He opened the door and:

"SURPRISE!!!" shouted a group of maybe 70 people. Oliver was stunned for a moment.

"Wh-what is going on?" he asked feeling something welling up in his stomach. "Is this for me?" he asked with wet eyes.

"Yes! It is all for you! You are turning 16 today and we are just so happy to have you! Because you are such a good child, everyone from the village wanted to organize a surprise party for you!" blurted out sister Mary, almost jumping with excitement. "Do you like it?"

"This is all wonderful, but you shouldn't have gone out of your way to do all this for me! I'm happy just being with everyone." said Oliver.

"Oliver, you don't have to be so humble! We all wanted to do this. It is our utmost pleasure." said the elder from the side.

"Thank you very much" responded with teary eyes. Although he sometimes felt like he was a little bit unlucky, he knew now for sure that he was the luckiest boy in the world to be surrounded with such caring and loving people.

"Well, then, don't just stand there! Come in and let's enjoy the things that were prepared." said one of the villagers and so they did.

Oliver came in and the celebration began. The food prepared was amazing. The children from the orphanage couldn't stop eating. Only once or twice had they eaten meat before. They usually ate vegetables with rice, mashed potatoes, boiled eggs or bread with butter and jam. However, today they saw before them more than they ever dreamed of. 

After all the food was eaten, a small, but tasty looking, cake came out. Sister Mary had put aside some of her personal money every month for the past year to be able to buy the ingredients needed. She was very proud of her achievement, but sad at the same time that she could make only a small cake for Oliver...

"Oliver, this is for you! You know the 'sweets' that you read about in some of your books? Well, I tried to do something for you. I hope you like it!" said sister Mary shyly. 

"Thank you, sister Mary! You are very kind! You are more than we, the kids from the orphanage, deserve." said Oliver apologetically. 

"I just love all of you very much!" she said as she gave him a hug. "Now then: here is a spoon. Enjoy!" 

"Mark, Lucas, Tom, Leo, come and let's taste the cake!" exclaimed Oliver brimming with joy.

"But... there's only such a small piece... if you share it with everyone you will barely get a bite..." said sister Mary worriedly. 

"It's ok. It tastes better when we share it! That's what you thought us ever since we were little!" responded Oliver brightly.

Sister Mary couldn't say anything anymore. She was so happy seeing them share the cake that tears started welling up in her eyes.

"Leo, you should come and have a bite too!" called Oliver.

"Huh, you think you can buy me with sweets? You wish! You can have your cake!" said Leo bitterly as he swallowed his saliva. 

Without paying attention to what he just said, Oliver took a spoon of cake, ran to Leo and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Well? How is it?" he asked.

"What do you think you are doing? I said I don't want your cake!" said Leo refusing to swallow.

"I know, but do you like it?" asked Oliver.

*There's no hope left for him* though Leo to himself and gave in. He finished what he had in his mouth and said on an annoyed tone "Yes, it is very good!..."

"I'm so happy you like it! I like it very much as well. I'm glad we all got a piece of that cake!" said Oliver happily. He knew that Leo didn't have any ill intentions, but that was his way of showing that he cared. For sure he refused the piece of cake only to let Oliver have some more, suppressing his desire to taste it as well.

"Oliver" intervened the elder "we have one more thing to tell you: we want to send you to The Royal Academy of Susa to study. We know how much you wanted to continue your studies, so for the past half a year we put money aside so that you could go. This is our village's gift for you. We hope you like it!"

Oliver was speechless.  He wanted to respond, but just couldn't. Was this a dream? Was this actually happening? He always wished to be able to go there. He was so happy, that he had no words...

"However... it is up to you if you enter or not. If you want to go, we can give you one week and a half to prepare. Then you will have to go and take the exam. If you pass it, you will be enrolled there, but if you don't... well... it's ok anyway... it is a very hard exam. Also, we can only afford the exa... actually, all you have to know is that this is our gift for you. All you have to do is pass the exam. After that, we will talk about whatever else we have to discuss." added the elder.

"I understand. I will do my best! I am going to make you proud! I won't let your gift go to waste!" said Oliver excitedly. "Thank you everyone!" said Oliver to the villagers "I won't let you down!".

Everyone was simply filled with joy at the sight of this excited child. He was just too nice!

The celebration continued until late in the evening. Then the Village Hall was cleaned, and everybody went home happily. Oliver was the happiest of them all. He had decided: he wasn't going to waste the gift he has been given. That said, the next morning he was up at 5 in the morning and started his day with 10 laps around the village, then he did push-ups, gymnastic and so on. Then, at 9 a.m. he went in, prepared breakfast for everyone and after that, he would study until lunch, then have a break and then study again until he went to sleep at 10 p.m. He studied every book he could get his hands on in the village. Also, some villagers got for him some books from relatives they had in other villages and the elder went to the capital and even got some books from The Academy for him to prepare from. That was his schedule for the next week and a half.

He did everything he could, and finally, he was one day away from the big exam. One more night of waiting, and then...

What if there was a world where all capabilities could be measured? How would it be if there was a way to measure luck? Would your charts look good?
Well, such a world exists! In Albion, when a baby is born, his charts are checked. All charts are important, but luck is considered the most important one of all. However, can you make your own luck?

I opened my mouth slightly, seeing the fountain of golds that lays in the ground. Other than that, there were other silver and gold things in the side. All sorts of words, trophies, utensils, and accessories.

'Why didnt he use these things to upgrade his company power more?' That leads me to think this. But then, there's a possibility that he might have use this treasuries once he will extend his company to the Wizarding World.

"You're this rich?" I blurted out as I still stare at it in awe. I suddenly had the urge to steal this things and then be set for life.

"I have always been," he nonchalantly said to me, disbelief that I didn't acknowledge his richness before.

"What are you gonna with this?" I asked interested. It might be a key to what will happen to the future that he doesn't know.

"Oh I don't know, I was just flexing it to you," mocked Arch while I just faintly smile sarcastically.

"And now then, what?" I asked not incurious of what will he do with it. Disappointedly, not  one chance I will get some of it.

"Well then, let's go,"

As soon as he said that, I've gone out going to the waiting goblin at the cart. While Arch takes some few galons in his pocket then catching up.

We've gone back to the surface with the long ass puking ride we had in the cart. Who ever made that track, I want to say that we like simplicity, thank you. 

Now with our money, I guess it's time for shopping.

"We're gonna meet up at the pub aight?" Arch said to me, which he told me he had places to go. He wasn't telling me anything so I made a guess it might be the start of his expansion, but then, not like I'm that interested into it.

I've already made up my mind. I won't work hard, but will work smart. I will try to make some movements in the future, where it can easily get him money. 

But that's for later. There's still a year left. 

Next one then, is Madam Malkin's Robe for All Occasion. I want to keep my excitement for Flourish and Botts. I would not buy the required robe but rather formal wears. 
It would be good as I will stay here now in the Wizarding World, and wearing muggle clothes here, will make me more revealing. 

Madam Malkin's shop is just directly one shop beside Gringotts and didn't took time to get there. Outside the shop, I could see the stand of different clothing that you can buy in the shop. I enetered the door and was greeted by the room with three person or so. 

There were clothes displayed in the side, but it was useless as I know exactly what would I buy. But I first ignored that fact and explored more. My past life was just really useful for the knowledge I have and knowing future happenings. Because when it comes to experience, I dont really have that much. 

I stared at the leather clothings and the obvious luxurious ones where rich families like Malfoys can buy it freely. 

They were good hats, and some styles whom I find pretty fitting for me. After that then, I got up to the counter where a jolly Madam Malkin's greets me. 

"Buying for your clothes young man? I'm sure we have one for you!" She said to me as I just displayed my poker face uninterested on her. 

"Oh well then, I would like to have a pair of self-ironing and self-repairing robes, three of it. And if you can, add some white linings into the outline for the two robes. And also, a hood maybe for the other one. All black. Then two pairs of leather gloves and also lastly, two formal complete suits right there, "
I pointed at one of the stands, where a blue suit and silver suit stand. Both of them have the same design, those fancy things in the its tuxedo jacket, with the white riboon, and then the rest. 

I looked back at Madam Malkin's, where she completely understood everything what I said. I nodded satisfied, they do good in their job. Thumbs up to them. 

"Then please, go there for the measurement, Mister..?" She asked for my name, possibly for the record of persons who buys on her place. 

How troublesome. 

Another name I guess. 

"Alastair... Brook," it was the fastest name I can make up. Accidentally using Claude's name. But that doesn't really matter. 

"Oh, little-Alastair I see, well then.." She said to me going to her storage room of some sort then bringing the measurement tools. 

It took some minutes in the measurement room to completely measure my body. 

"Your build is exceptional young man, are you perhaps already at your Fourth Year? Most wizards doesn't care about their physical form. Your perfect to be a model for clothing" She asked me, talking about my figure, while she was measuring my arms. 

"Oh, not really," I denied, in truth. Tired of her asking me crucial things. Maybe she can notice my fake "shyness" and stop. 

It was silence and Madam Malkin's told me my measurement, and also the payment, which will be 89 galleons and 13 Sickles . I only nodded giving her the payment. Lighting my sack weight a bit, and she also informed me that I will get it in a day or two. How fast..

But next was Twilfitt and Tattings. 

A more luxurious cloth shop in Diagon Alley. It's where you can buy casual clothing. 

And so, I quickly made my way buying 4 sweaters, shirts, shorts, and pants. 

Now done with clothing shops, next is..... 

Potages Cauldron Shop. This would be an easy buy, they only have limited items to choose from. 

It was not far. Well, not like any shop is far. I got into the shop and the front displays four cauldron of different color and metal types. Potion has been the thing I've been wanting to do. In my past life, old me only likes things where im good at, which made me hate Potions. It's like a Physicist learning Chemistry stuff. But then, that took downfall as I, was not good at anything. 

But now, after reading thousands of book about Potion, I was angst to try it. 

Pewter Cauldron would be the best choice for students, but Arch mostly taught me about the Iron one. Because it's the one he used. 

It's more expensive than the rest. How fast money decreases.. 

I bought one with the price of 25 galleons. Next then would be the most exciting part. The educational stuff. 

Apothecary, Flourish and Blotts, and mostly, Knockturn Alley, specifically, Borgin and Burkes. 

The Apothecary was on the other side so I took some time to walk around while ordering ice cream from the parlor. Even at this evening time, people are still having their time in here. Time to time while walking , his past life memories would just make him suffer by making him remember the clumsy and idiotic things he did. Like just randomly falling clumsily, being accused as a pervert. Ah, what a life he had. 

I finished my Mint Flavored Ice Cream faster than the light while arriving at Apothecary. 
Just in the view, I can already see the ingredients. I got a note in my pocket, it was the list of ingredients Arch made for me. It was his "own recipes" potions. The things that I saw in the wizard lab a year ago. Those potions on those shelves. 

He said I should try those before doing any other things. 

I grunt heavily seeing the prices of them. This is one of the most expensive shops in here I tell ya. Most ingredients are more than 5 galleons. And I only have little left that can sustain me please. 

I just gave up on it, going to the store buying the specific ingredients. When the fee was out, I groaned in pain inside as huge part of my money was just gone in a flash. There was still Flourish and Botts, then Knockturn. At this point, his money will already be gone. 

I just sighed helpless. The excitement that I had before totally vanished. And going to Flourish and Blotts, I even hesitated. 

But stop now I'm here...

The books, A Standard Book Of Spells, A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration, etc, for the first years. I have already read them and perhaps, even memorized them. Not everything but only the important things like every spells in the Standard Book of Spells, and transfiguration spells in the other. 

It was pretty easy. But I was sure I didn't have any eidetic or photographic memory. It just stucked onto my mind. Because first off, I already knew them for years, and they're now completely understand by him. What I need only for now maybe are the higher years books. The books I didn't get to learn at the wizard's lab. 

It took some time before picking the right ones. I didn't expect it to be really just boring. All books there, mostly I have read. Some where just not helpful at all. So I only managed to buy two. And it's not also that helpful. Just the extra classes higwarts students can attend. Study of Ancient Runes and Divination. 

Well, it's now the part that makes me interested quite a bit. In a discreet manner, I made my way to the Griggotts Bank, and now, in the big sack of mine , I  put out a vial of potion. I grinned mischievously. It was a potion I stole from his master.. 

This time, I managed to beat him. 

Now, looking around, I  quickly gulped the potion down. And as I  entered the Knocktrun Alley beside the bank, rather than a handsome young boy, it's a golden haired one with the whitey teeth. 

'Dang it.. it's Claude' 

Yeah, of course, out of all the people he, Arch, could make the Polyjuice Potion for, its Claude. His one and only friend.. of course.. how stupid of me..

I just accepted my form and quietly tumbled slowly. This was a height I never once achieved in my past life. Meaning, it was a height I've never been. And I'm not used to it at all.

Being a giant all of a sudden, nuh uh.

I stand tall than most of the scattered dark men around here. Most of them looks eerie looking. But it's a thing I should adapt too.

I looked around and sees the certain exact shop I was looking for. I got around just staring and all, then I observe first the outer exterior of the shop. And all I can say is dark auras are totally spilling out from this shop.
The very own shop, Tom Marvolo Riddle, worked for after leaving Hogwarts.

A shop specializing in dark things, Borgin and Burkes. I got in seeing a grumpy looking adult man who seems tired in his chair.

I raised an eyebrow. He ignored me, so I ignored him too. After this shop, I will straightly go to the inn, and probably, will stay here for the rest of the year. So I should minimize my time now. It's evening now, and only hours are remaining before night comes, where Arch is going to part off. 

I looked around here and there, saw some interesting things that I will ask for later. I don't need to really rush buy, I literally will live just here in Diagon Alley or just anywhere close. 

But books are needed. It was a thing I didn't able to buy that much. And thus, in the stock of tottering piles of books in a dirty box, I observe some and picked a really dusty one. Yet, I felt something from it. I don't usually let my gut decides things but just for this once. 

Then another where the title is obvious, some advance harmful charms, that are a not confirmed yet if it's working properly. According to what the introduction says in the first page. 

I still got it and for the last thing, I looked for more and saw a certain black device, where it's aura is not spilling, but only surround it. 

It was one of the rare items here I say, so I got total of three things. Buying it in the cost of 93 galleon, 16 Sickles, and 45 knuts.

Calculating all of what he spent, which is 543 galleon and 10 Sickles. Resulting to what's left, 561 galleons. But later, he will convert
half of his knuts, which converting 2k+ equals 84 galleons. Half of sickles resulting to 15 galleons. All together, what's left is 660 galleons, 255 sickles, and 2450 knuts.

It was a large amount that's just fades like a dust, but it was worth it I say. I came out of the Knockturn Alley exactly as the potion worn out. I grabbed all my things as I proceed all the way to the other side. Back to the inn.

The Wizarding World was blissful as the young wizard hero, Harry Potter, has once again saved the world from the dark wizard, Voldemort.

Unknown to them, there were a lot more people who help to defeat the dark lord. But it just revolves the young man, Harry there, Harry here, Harry everywhere, as always.

Peculiar to his schoolmates, Ron, Hermione, and other more, one stand out from the rest. Unfortunately, not because of his heroic nor anything good in particular, but because of his bad deeds. A man named Elliot. 

But truth, he was framed.

After the sorrowful life he had, he had the chance to change himself.

Himself from the past.

Creating an empire that will stand high among the rest.

(DROPPED)

"You know I'm not in shape, right? A two-day transformation like the one I'm sure you're hoping for only exists in the realm of movies and TV." Raine paused. "I got it. I'm going to be her fat and classy chauffeur, Levin. Get me a fancy hat, and I'm set. I'll work on my genteel laugh. Hoh, hoh, hoh. I'll leave the real bodyguarding to whoever else you've sucked into this job. I gotta look good."

Levin laughed. "You'll be fine. She's rich, but that doesn't mean everyone and his brother is going to try to kidnap her. It's going to be boring work."

"If you say so."

"Her plane will land at 10:30 at night. I'll be at Gemini tomorrow evening around seven, so I'll pass you the car keys there."

"Okay. By the way, her hotel is the same, right?"

"Yeah, same hotel. The room is different, though. Anyway, I have to get back to work now. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, see you."

Raine hung up, shut his laptop, and leaned back in his chair, eyes to the ceiling. 'I should have stayed in shape after graduating. Dammit.'

He wasn't looking forward to hanging around a spoiled rich girl for the next five weeks. But money, money, money. No money, no beer. That kept him motivated.

He got up and opened his wardrobe. Beside shelves full of jeans and T-shirts, there were suit jackets and blazers hanging inside, all of them untouched for over a year. He grabbed a blazer at random and tossed it onto his bed. Then he grabbed a pair of jeans and a black shirt and closed the wardrobe.

He ironed his clothes in the living room, where the ironing board and iron were kept. Although it was painful because of his arms' soreness, it was still boring enough that his mind wandered.

The throw hadn't been a good idea. The thought suddenly occurred to him. He should have tripped the mugger backward instead.

'Oh well. It's not like I'm being judged for it. Hopefully, I'll never have to deal with a situation like that ever again.' After finishing the ironing, he went back into his room, cleared his desk, and put his clothes there. He yawned.

'Even if I'm a crappy bodyguard, at least I'll look good.' He fell onto his bed and set a timer on his phone. Then he closed his eyes to take a nap.

. . . .

"Haha! Take that, Dominic!"

"Yes, yes. Round two."

"I've found your weakness, man. All I have to do is keep spamming spinning shit, and you can't even—oh."

"Yeah, you were saying?"

Raine turned in his bed. Light peeked into his room through the crack of the door. He opened his eyes and kicked away his blanket. His phone was in his hand. He flipped it open and saw that the timer had been turned off. He must have done that in his sleep. Shaking his head, he slowly got up and turned on the lights.

It was about 6:30 PM. He was so hungry that his stomach hurt. He washed his face, ran his wet hands over his hair to try to flatten it (it didn't work), and left his room.

Dominic and Jordan were slouching on the two-seater sofa in the living room with video-game controllers in their hands.

"Hey," Raine said to them as he went to the fridge.

"Oh, hi," Dominic said, shooting a glance at him before his gaze went right back to the TV screen.

"Hey," Jordan said. Unlike Dominic, he didn't let his eyes leave the screen. His button pressing was becoming button mashing.

"There's some pizza in the fridge for you," Dominic said to Raine.

"Aw, dammit!" Jordan lost the round.

"Alright, thanks," Raine said. He spotted it. One slice of pepperoni pizza. Goddamn pepperoni. 

He pulled it out of the fridge and put it in the microwave. He poured himself a glass of cold water and ate the slice of pizza in huge bites. 'Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.'

"Oh, I'm going to be away for a few weeks. I got a temporary job," Raine said, washing his plate and cup.

"What?" Jordan said, his eyes going wide.

"Huh, cool," Dominic said. He was still playing the game. "What's the job?"

"Some bodyguard work for a rich girl," Raine said.

"Sounds fun."

"If all goes well, it'll be pretty boring."

"Goddammit!" Jordan cried. His character was dead again. He lost the match. "That was cheap, man!"

"Hey, you never called for a truce," Dominic said with a shrug.

Jordan groaned. "One more match?"

"Well..." Dominic glanced at his phone. "Yeah, I guess there's time for just one more."

"Haha!" Jordan said. As he waited for Dominic to pick a character, he asked, "Raine, is the girl famous?"

"Probably not," Raine said. With that, Jordan lost interest. The match started, and he and Dominic stared intently at the screen with their thumbs tapping up a storm like they were possessed by gaming spirits.

Raine went back into his room, moved his clothes from his desk to his bed, and turned on his laptop. After seeing Jordan and Dominic gaming, he felt like playing Planet E. He launched the game and put on his headphones.

He pulled up the in-game map and stared at it for a few moments before opening the chat. He asked his alliance members, "Anyone up for taking Blue City St. 15A with me?"

He left the chat open while he made his way to Blue City, this time by the normal route, not a shortcut. It took him a little over ten minutes to get there. There still wasn't a response in the chat. He shrugged.

Bang, bang, bang. At Street 15A, he aimed and fired, aimed and fired. Whether it was a monster or an enemy player, he shot them the moment they entered his view. One bullet to break the shield, two to kill. There was minimal risk of a high-level monster appearing here. The only monsters he encountered were goblins and lesser orcs. As for the enemy players, some were tricky, some were stupid, and others were just annoying, but every one of them lost to him in a gunfight. He spent half an hour roaming the area, shooting every enemy in sight without himself taking more than two hits. Then he planted his alliance's flag in the middle of the street and guarded it. Waves of monsters came. Aim, fire, and reload. Aim, fire, and reload. It took twenty minutes to conquer the small street.

The game announced to everyone in Blue City that he took Street 15A. Raine raised his arms in celebration. His expression was blank, though. It hadn't been fun.

But he kept playing. He didn't feel like doing anything else. He was repulsed by even the thought of working now. And there wasn't a single book on his desk or in his computer that interested him. He didn't even want to get beer. It would be too much work.

He was playing Planet E because it was the easiest thing to do. The momentum was there. He just had to let it carry him forward. It was the ocean, and he a sailor in a rowboat. The waves pushed him forward. He could resist. He could grab the oars and, if not control, at least affect where he went. But he didn't want to go in any particular direction. So he did what was easiest. He let the ocean take him where it pleased.

And so the ocean did. For four hours.

. . . .

Raine buttoned his single-breasted blazer in front of his bathroom mirror. He brushed his hair back with his hands and practiced a polite smile. In his hand was an aluminum briefcase with everything he needed for the next five weeks. He patted the left side of his chest to make sure his packet of tissues and bottle of mouthwash were in the inside pocket of his blazer. He took a deep breath.

'Okay. I got this. Time to get $3,000.' He turned off the lights and left his room. The only other person in the apartment was Jordan, who was reading a novel on the living room sofa. Raine said goodbye, and Jordan waved his hand with his eyes still on his book.

Raine left the apartment and headed for the Gemini Cafe. It somehow felt good to walk around with his briefcase again. He hadn't used it in over a year. It made him feel like he was about to go make money, which was exactly the case.

As he approached the cafe, he spotted a BMW i8 parked beside the sidewalk. Right in front of it was a black Bolstridge G4, a luxury sedan. The car had a decent look, but it wasn't the kind to turn any heads.

There wasn't a Mercedes in sight. Raine wondered about that as he strode into the Gemini Cafe. Levin waved at him from a table at the back. A brown-haired woman was sitting in front of Levin and watched Raine with bored eyes.

"Hey, Raine," Levin said. "Let me introduce you to Louise."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Raine said to her with a smile. He extended his hand.

"The pleasure's mine," Louise said. She shook his hand. Her grip was firm, and he felt calluses on her hands.

"She'll be the head bodyguard and your boss for the next few weeks," Levin said. "Just to make it clear, Sora's words take priority over hers, and mine take priority over Sora's."

"Got it," Raine said, taking a seat. "By the way, about the car. . ."

"Yeah. The change in dates messed things up, so I'll lend you a Bolstridge instead." Levin shrugged. "It's not a bad car, even if it isn't as pretty as a Mercedes. Sora won't mind. Probably."

"That doesn't exactly inspire confidence."

"Hey, I've only met her briefly a few times, so I can't be sure. But I've heard that she doesn't care much about cars."

Louise drank tea as they spoke. Raine had a feeling she was very bored.

"I'm just curious, Louise, but what did you do before this job?" Raine asked.

"I was in the army." She finished her tea. "I didn't do much else."

She was obviously uninterested in conversation. Raine smiled politely and nodded. Then he continued talking with Levin about the job.

They spent almost half an hour at Gemini before they started moving. There was still plenty of time before Sora landed, and Raine wanted to head to the airport at a relaxed pace. Louise was different.

"I think we should go now," she said, glancing at her watch. Raine looked at it too, but not to see the time.

'Huh, nice watch. $100.' It was a bad habit he picked up from his time on Wall Street.

"It's a little early, but sure," Levin said. He passed Raine the smart key to the Bolstridge. "Try not to scratch it."

"Of course," Raine laughed.

They left the coffee shop. Levin unlocked his car and opened the door.

"I'll see you, Raine. Good luck!" he said with a smile. "I'm sure you'll do great."

"Thanks. And thanks again for the job. See you," Raine said.

"Good bye," Louise said.

Raine unlocked the Bolstridge and opened the trunk, where he put his briefcase and Louise put her backpack. Then he entered the driver's seat, while she got into the passenger seat.

"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" she asked a few minutes later.

"Go ahead," Raine said.

And that was the only conversation they had for the entire drive. Pop music and advertisements played while Raine tried to get used to how the G4 handled and Louise read something on her smartphone.

The traffic was soul-destroying, as it tends to be in L.A. When they finally reached the airport and parked, Louise got off and stretched. Raine opened the trunk and grabbed a book from his briefcase before locking the car. They headed for the nearest cafe to kill the time they had before Sora's arrival. Once there, Raine read his book, a nonfiction work he had carefully picked. He didn't keep track of time; that was Louise's job. She was the one who was going to get Sora from the arrival hall.

He was over sixty pages into his book when Louise got up. 

"She should land in ten minutes," Louise said, putting away her phone.

"Okay. I'll get the car in five," Raine said. He turned to the next page of his book.

Louise frowned. "How about now?"

Ah, I should have expected that. Raine closed his book. He smiled politely. "Sure."

With the time it took to reach the arrival hall after landing, it was unnecessary for them to leave the cafe soon. He hoped she was just nervous and wanted things to be perfect in their first day on the job. If that wasn't the case, he was not going to enjoy the next five weeks.

She strode to the arrival hall, and he headed to the parking lot at a snail's pace.

He took his time getting into the car, putting on his seatbelt, and starting the engine. He turned on the radio and drove out of the parking lot. At the terminal of Sora's flight, he pulled up to the curb. Then he waited. And waited. And waited.

He finally got a call from Louise. She told him where she wanted to meet. He was already there.

A few minutes later, he saw her. Not Louise, though she was in sight.

No, the one he was looking at was the person beside Louise. He was speechless. He had never before seen someone who could scream "Money!" as loudly as her without even opening her mouth.

Raine just wanted some money. All he needed was enough to get his business rolling. But when he agreed to take a much-needed job from his college friend Levin, he hadn’t expected to get stabbed, shot, and chased at midnight in L.A. with a drunk girl in the back seat of his car. And he certainly hadn’t agreed to join a strange organization based in another world, where he’s soon sent off to compete with half a dozen other people whose names he forgets instantly, for the sake of a job involving blood, sweat, and intensive foreign language study the likes of which he hasn’t experienced since his senior year of high school.

The new world, however, is darker than his friends let on. They sold it to him as the land of hope and second chances, a simple but beautiful place where he could put his many failings behind him and get a new start. Ignorant, trusting, and naive, he believed them.

But they lied.

"Rosawall, what the fuck are you trying to do?" Subaru screamed while opening the study room with a loud THUD!. "No Ros-Chi today huh!" Rosawall had a stoic expression on his face but it didn't manage to subdue the confusion that Subaru's anger induced upon him. He hadn't had the first hand encounter of an angry Subaru, and although he was a proud magician with a strong arsenal of skills and magical talent, he was for the first time since ages scared, that too of this scrawny boy with devilish eyes.
"Subaruuu, is something wrooong?" asked Rosawall keeping an innocent tone in his voice.
"Don't play Dumb with me. There's no way those two devils are here in your mansion, without your knowledge"
So heee did found them? There's no point in keeping information to myself anymore.
"They are here for a reason" said Rosawall while sipping a cup of coffee, placed in an luxurious looking cup with a golden handle.
"What reason Ros-Chi…" Subaru said "They are fucking Sin Archbishops of Gluttony. They should be taken care of as soon as we…" and then he stopped coming towards the table, discontinuing his ramblings on the matter. "Am I really thinking like this? Since when did I begin to casually talk about killing someone? Yes, there were people who have wronged me and people close to me but this feeling…What is this?" thought Subaru. Rosawall had a smirk on his face, which he didn't try to hide.
"Doooo youu really think either me or you are capable of killing childrennn, however malicious they may beee?"
"No" was all that he could say, without giving any excuse, for he had none "but we have to do something about them? They can't be left as they are. What if they got out?"
Rosawall then explained to him, about the barrier in the room where the twins Sin Archbishops were enclosed. Subaru was relieved a bit to know about a way to confront them without killing himself.
"Well I don't know what would you say about this but I want you to go to them?" Rosawall begin "and before you interrupt me, I have to say that you have to go there because it concerns her…"
Her? Subaru thought
"Ram"
And he sat on the table to have a talk with Rosawall. Was it because of her or was he really interested in helping Rosawall, only the time would tell.
"And that's how you iron these clothes" said Rem slowly brushing her blue hairs that had made their way near her eyes. Ram has been pestering her about helping in the chores, which Rem tried to avoid but the stubbornness of Ram was one thing that didn't cease to exist even if she had fallen to amnesia. So the blue haired demon was helping her twin with red hair to learn ironing.
"What's this…?" Ram asked looking at a peculiar shirt with an intrinsic design that seemed to be a bit odd.
"It's Subaru-Kun's jacket. He loves wearing it all the time. I wonder why he gave it for laundry"
"There's something here…OH its its" Ram seemed tensed to blurt out something. Rem's eyes went to the back of the jacket where an array of blood trickles can be seen. "Why is this on his clothes?" Ram said, her brain receiving distorted images of soldiers coming to raid her village, an old man trying to protect her, but a strong slash tears him from between and the blood sprays on her face.
"I think Subaru-Kun may have got it when he tried to protect you?" said Rem. Her mind as innocent as a lamb made her forget the psychology of people especially girls who are protected by someone in near-death situations. In her case Subaru had to take a long-cut, till her melted her cold heart but for Ram, it was as simple as this He has blood because he tried to save me. I don't know why, but I feel like he has done something great for me, something that I should never forget. Am I feeling this because my life was on line? However, it doesn't matter. What sort of life is this when you have to wake up as somebody reborn? Still, I must at least ask for his forgiveness as I somehow feel, he was in that situation because of me.
"Nee-Sama…Nee-Sama" Rem shook her a few more times.
"Huh!"
"Geez...In which world did your mind drifted to? Tell me if the works too hard for you. I will be more than happy to let you rest."
"No it's nothing like that" Ram said grabbing both of her hands together and putting them near her chest "I just feel like saying thank you to Subaru-Sama, for helping me from that dire situation"
"Nee-Sama" said Rem giving Ram a sisterly hug "Subaru-Kun isn't the kind to expect praise for helping others. But if you still want to thank him, I won't stop you"
"Thanks Rem" said Ram returning the hug "But I need to. Something in my mind wouldn't let me rest until I have a talk with him"
Ram parted ways with her sister trying to find Subaru. Rem was happy to see that Ram although didn't remember much about her, other than the fact that they were twins, that too only because they looked similar, she found Ram becoming more and more joyful. This side of her sister, she wants to cherish.
"But this isn't you, Nee-Sama" Rem muttered slowly pondering over the circumstances of her sister's amnesia.
"Subaru – Kun" Rosawall continued still sipping the coffee "I think that those two may know how to bring Ram's memories back."
"Seriously"
"I don't know for sure"
Subaru's face saddened a bit.
"But they know something. I saw it in their eyes. But they won't tell meeee. I think it would be better for you to talk with them."
"Huh! Why me? If the greatest magician of this time can't coerce them to say something, why would they listen to me?"
"Subaru-Kuun, force isn't always the mightiest advantage we have over our enemy. Wars have been won on the power of love. You have a way with the children; use it to your advantage."
Subaru said Hmm as he mentally begin to prepare for the encounter "Ok. I will have a talk with them. But I can't promise anything." He rose from the chair to exit the room.
"Wait a minute, Subaruu-Kuun" said Rosawall, now had placed his hands near his chin and had a serious smile on his face "Do you think, that Ram as she now is OK?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"I don't know. The way you look at her, the way your personality changes around her, its gives an indication of Love"
"L-O-V-E" Subaru's face was enveloped with red hue all over.
"And I don't want to sound rude but I think if you do try to get her affection, it would be a problem. In this state, you may win her heart but once she turns back, and she will turn back" I will make sure of it thought Rosawall in his mind and continued "She will be perplexed about the situation beyond control and I hope you wouldn't like that"
"Of course, What do you think of my character. My heart is only for cute and innocent diva like Emilia-Tan, I didn't ever plan on having a thing with that tsundere" and he stormed off towards the exit trying to hide his embarrassed face. Little did he knew, that a certain red – haired former maid had listened to every bit of their conversation and ran into the opposite direction as soon as he had come for the door.
"What was all that about?" But the reply to her question was never came out through her mind which was already fixated at filling the jigsaw puzzles of her prior life.

Emilia has became more distant due to her participation in Royal Selection. Still optimist Subaru is getting ready to travel to Karagi with Ram, without knowing what fate has in store for him on that day. The normal journey would lead him to a greater adventure, this time with cold-hearted Ram.

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