'What do I do!? It's been two whole days, but I'm still here!' He was hugging himself on that big, comfy bed.
The child couldn't quite get used to the scent of flowers. It was pleasant, sure, but he couldn't understand why such a cold, empty mansion needed to smell so sweet. Besides, probably because his body was still weak, the fragrance almost overwhelmed his nose, it felt more like an assault than a comfort.
"Young Master, you haven't left your room in these two days. Is your health alright?" Asked Viola, the maid assigned to him just yesterday, as she opened the curtains, letting sunlight stream in.
For the past two days, he hadn't left the room, spending most of his time desperately trying to sleep, hoping to return to his world. But nothing changed. He couldn't figure out why he was here or why he couldn't go back.
"It's nothing. I just have to get used to it." The child said, still lying down and staring at the wall.
"Is there anything concerning you?"
He almost exploded. 'Seriously, why can't she just get out?' The boy's breath became heavier as he bit his lower lip in frustration. He didn't want any of the things they offered here. Not a single one of those meaningless offers.
Still, he recognized that she was simply doing her job, so he bit his tongue. "No, everything's fine."
The maid nodded and then walked toward the door, and he was about to let out a sigh of relief. She stopped again. "Please remember that if you need something, you have to ring the bell."
His eyes started to water while he nodded for the sake of it and closed his eyes once more. 'I need to go back, I can't stay here, what about my family and friends? I can't possibly be dead...right?' This was all he thought about, and his desire to go back was fueled even more by his disastrous future.
He clenched his jaw but forced himself to stop, immediately regretting it as a sharp pain flared up. 'I don't want to die! Not in this world!' His downfall was close, and it wouldn't come quickly. 'It would have been better to be a villain who dies fast, but instead, I'm the adopted son of the most powerful man, destined to be framed as a traitor and exiled!'
Eirian Tirania. That was the name of the original owner of the body, or at least that should become his name soon. He was an illegitimate son of the son of the previous Archduke's third cousin. To put it simply, they were distant relatives.
The Archduke, Rhydian Tirania, decided to adopt him a few years after he had been abandoned, before his birth, with his half-dead prostitute mother on the street.
'But he didn't even do all this mess out of mercy, but for the damned eyes!'
Silver eyes. That was the undeniable mark of belonging to the direct bloodline of Tirania. Those eyes traced back to the very first owner of the house, a fairy. Yes, the founder of the Archduchy of Tirania wasn't human, but a fairy. She had married a human, and ever since, that powerful bloodline never ceased to flow. Even her unique mana was inherited through the generations.
Normally, only the immediate family could inherit those eyes, but by some twist of fate, Eirian was born with them. Since he had been abandoned before birth, no one discovered him, at least, not until the Archduke showed up. If his original family had found him first, they would have used the child to their own advantage.
Even if he wasn't part of Tirania's main family, his silver eyes were undeniable proof that strong fairy power flowed within him. The real issue wasn't just the threat to the heir's position—it was that his blood could be used to create a rival lineage equal to the Archduchy's, capable of disrupting the entire Empire's order.
Their blood is just that powerful.
"Blessed? Yeah, right!" He scoffs. 'The nobles are going to accuse me of something so outrageous, I'll be thrown out of the entire continent! There was an actual line in the story that said no one ever found him again. That's not exile, that's a death sentence! And all of this is supposed to happen before I even turn twelve!'
In the original novel, Eirian got two pages of backstory. Just a quick blip about why he was no longer the Archduke's son and never mentioned again after that.
'Naturally, I skipped it. I mean, who actually reads all that political filler? Especially when it's about an extra.'
But now, of course, he bitterly regretted it. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't escape death easily, he had no information, no way to change what was coming. And it was even worse because his fate was to be framed, trapped in a situation he couldn't control.
'What can I do?! If I don't fix this mess, I'll be fucking exiled to a wasteland and then get killed, it's even worse than a quick execution!'
He tossed and turned on the bed, kicking at the air, but exhaustion hit him almost immediately. His stamina was pitifully low.
'Also, technically, this body isn't even 4 or 5 years old, but 7...how much was he neglected? Actually, I don't even think he lived with someone.'
From the very first day, his body rejected everything. A simple steak with mashed potatoes, just that, and yet he vomited after only two spoonfuls.
Now, he was limited to soup for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and even then, his stomach ached afterward.
'This body is so useless, I don't even have a good ability!'
He stood up to run around the room for at least 1 minute. but was already exhausted after 30 seconds.
He was breathing heavily, his heart pounding, and his sides aching, a sensation he despised, especially since he had been quite athletic in his previous life.
"Fuck..." He immediately covered his mouth, he always forgets he has a baby voice now, it was so bad to swear like that, he felt guilty.
He turned and looked at himself in the large mirror, his face scrunching up immediately.
'If it weren't for these circumstances, I'd have called CPS. I'm so small and ugly, this face is nothing but skin and bones.'
He sighed heavily, he was quite tired already and went to lie down once again on the ambiguously huge bed, with a lost expression.
'Let's think about this. I know nothing about politics, especially in this fantasy world ruled by monarchy, I'm completely clueless. I don't even know what they'll accuse me of, but if this kid got exiled at twelve, it must be something pretty damn serious.'
He clicked his tongue, frowning.
'Let's first think of the general plot.'
A siren's saviour. That was the name of the novel the boy was reading before waking up here.
He hadn't finished it, but he was basically at the last 30 pages, so he knew the flow of the story and the plot.
Canaria, the female lead, is a siren, born to Count Ferdinand Calpar, a human, and her mother, Calliope, who was also a siren.
Her story isn't much different from others. When her mother died, she became the last siren in existence. Her father, driven mad by ambition, exploited her, selling her off to the king of another nation for his own gain.
Sirens were known as deceivers, evil beings in the eyes of most. For the Count, trying to use his daughter to gain power was practically a death sentence.
Still, he didn't hesitate to sell Canaria for a huge sum of money. He even provided the King with a way to counter the powerful magic of the siren, ensuring she couldn't control him.
In that cold castle, she was locked away in a cage from the age of thirteen, forced to sing until she was nineteen, until her voice was completely ruined.
They wouldn't let her be, not even for a second. They wanted her to sing even if that meant she could have died, and that's exactly what happened.
But then, like any other main character, Canaria regressed.
The twist, however, was that when it happened, she was already twelve, just a year away from being sold off. That very night, she turned the tables, using her voice to enchant her father and bend him completely to her will.
She never planned to kill him with her voice. Instead, she wanted slow, painful revenge, and a safe place where no one would touch her. Using her power, she forced the Count to send a letter to the Archduke of Tirania, requesting her marriage to his first son.
For months, the letters were ignored. So, Canaria and her father showed up unannounced at the castle of Archuke Tirania. The rest, as they say, is history.
'I assume this is Canaria's second life. Otherwise, she's useless. And I can't rely on the male lead or the Archduke either. They suspected Eirian wasn't guilty but exiled him anyway. Maybe it's because he was technically still a threat to Kassian, the male lead, or whatever.'
Kassian Tirania, the cold son of the Archuke and the male lead of this novel.
'If I want to make myself at least a little likeable, I need to make it clear from the start that I'm not after his position, considering I technically have the qualifications for it. Instead, I should find a way to be useful to him. Maybe then he'll feel inclined to repay the favor.'
The boy came from a completely different world, with its own cultures, history, and systems. It was both an advantage and a disadvantage in equal measure.
'I may not be a genius, but I'm not an idiot either...who knows, maybe I might not be able to anticipate the plot, in which case I should have another plan, and it might be to have more relevance in this family.'
As for now, the important thing was to find out everything he could about the resources he has.
Knock knock—
"Young Master, His Grace is requesting your presence."
'Tsk...great.'