I returned to the mansion with the assistance of my sister; it is difficult to walk because I have trouble hearing and seeing properly, and my throat is restrained from speaking. I am impotent without my senses, but that does not exclude me from using black magic. I was hesitant to utilize dark magic at first because casting a spell causes your entire body to manifest dark magic. It is like ingesting a dozen worms as it consumes you on the inside whilst your outside beauty decays into such dead flesh or perhaps a ghoul; therefore, I do not dive myself to sacrifice any living being for my beauty when all I seek is someone's ear.
It is feasible for me to perform a ritual rather than a spell since the magical substance I presently possess does not have any mana; nonetheless, people may notice the black magic I cast; however, risking such an opportunity should not be done directly because everyone has an eye to envy your accomplishment. I will employ a method that requires someone to be taught dark magic in order to ensure no one grows suspicious of me, and once I acquire the ability to hear, my father will be stunned by the expose of their cults or in simple terms, I desire to mindfuck them.
My head is boiling with rage and frustration for bumping and limping, but my most pressing concern at the moment is how I will communicate with someone if I cannot speak, hear, or see properly. I am even unfamiliar with how to sign language; perhaps this world doesn't have sign language; hence, where would I find someone who could exchange their hearing ability?
There are two keys that will allow me to communicate and hear the unspoken secrets of this mansion, but will those two keys lend themselves to undoing the spell or exchange their hearing ability? These were Ella and the boy to whom I entrusted the execution of the plan. Soon one or both of them will stand by my side to unravel this uncanny occult. Time and patience are what I frequently employ and apply to my plan, since having a Grandiose plan that will awe everyone requires precise timing as well as excellent execution.
I calmed myself and took mindful breaths, sensing that I had been observed from afar. The animal is Kalista's twin sister; thus, in order for me to not found Kalista's senses anywhere, Rosewood sent Kalista's sister and carefully monitored me from a distance. How unaware she is of my talents, yet she still determines to dig into someone's strengths and capabilities, which changes her strategy if she sees through my point of view. She possibly intended to see me suffer as a result of what she accomplished, but what I do know is that she is practical, deliberate, devious, and clever.
I am not an ordinary guy who gambles for possibilities and puts himself in danger because I am a person who is capable of placing sentiments before priorities. A typical, successful, and perhaps wise person will say, "Fear the man who has nothing to lose but for me, it is great and wise to say that nevertheless, what they should fear is the man who is not afraid to lose everything. A man will sacrifice even themselves to attain what they desire, and what I desire is truth. Truth of this world and my unexplainable phenomenon of reincarnation and transmigration.
Patience is a hint, yet time is also important; hence, both of these approaches will ensure the success of my strategy. Accordingly, I will patiently await the outcome, considering that not only will my ears be back, but so will my eyes as well, unless my family or sister gives me prescription glasses so I can not only see but also steer clear of any suspicion and see how exciting this would be.
I laid down and took a deep breath to let out a long sigh of tranquility, visualizing solutions to resolve the issue at hand, however would everything follow my plan? I second-guess every decision I make because I am unclear or there is an absence of advice; therefore, I seek another option to choose or make.
I slept like a log on a slate slab, hurting my back as I attempted to comprehend my surroundings without having the ability to perceive them properly. A soft carpet texture caresses the palm of my hand. I'm on the floor, but why? Did I slip and fall while sleeping? I held onto an object that could help me stand up, yet I fell to the floor once more, hurting my buttocks. I experienced a sensation similar to a toddler seeking assistance. I attempted to grab another object to assist me in standing once more, and at present I am acting like an elderly man who has misplaced his spectacle glasses but is unable to further his search due to arthritis in his hips.
I eventually settled down on my bed after trying to locate it without having the ability to hear or see. I had been waiting to be served my breakfast for quite some time at this particular moment. I cannot yell for my food because of an enchanted constraint, yet what bothers me the most is someone's lavender scent. Are they simply observing me struggle to find a place to sit while I wait until I get my meal?
There is no one else who will bathe themselves in lavender perfume besides my sister. I am not fond of lavender or any sweet fragrance; it makes me feel dizzy whenever I smell a strong scent of perfume because I had smell sensitivity in my previous existence, this physical body may likewise have fragrance sensitivity. I felt nauseous and dizzy after I sat down in bed, presumably because someone entered my room with lavender perfume.
The room is likely already scented, and I cannot open the window to let a little ventilation in. I was feeling as if I had been engulfed in perfume and couldn't breathe properly, so I began coughing significantly while searching for a blanket that would cover my mouth and nose, which I eventually found and covered with my mouth and nose.
Someone embraces me tightly scented with a dandelion fragrance, as I anticipated, and she even changes the smell of her perfume as if it were done by magic. She presses my cheek into her chest and rests her chin on my forehead. She comforts me by gently caressing my back. If I were to see properly again, I would be able to perceive exactly how forthcoming she is; her demeanor and intentions are sloppy yet inventive. I cough once more to put a little effort into my portrayal to ensure I can truly convince her that her scent is drowning me.
Her delicate hands console me by simply touching my palm. The lavender scent shifts to dandelion, which is not extremely potent, and I find myself in love with the scent. It relaxes me, but the notion that I've been deceived worries me; I cannot remain afloat with my ideas and behaviors since they are now doubting me. My intuition reminds me that my sister has blinded me and restrained my voice; thus, my predicament is on the verge of disintegrating; therefore, I will proceed steadily to prevent confirmations. I am not concerned whether they suspect me now or have me on their monitor list; all I care about is that they dispute among themselves since it's one of my favorite things to do.
I would like to watch how they destroyed the trust they had in one another, making them doubt themselves, revealing their true characteristics, and fueling their temptation as they betrayed each other. Those are consequences of my notion because they demonstrate their loyalty to one another through the manner in which they resolve problems as members of a group. I truly wanted to be present for it instead of simply envisioning it, given that it stimulates me as if my heart is going to race rapidly as I witness just how thrilling it would be to break the relationship of trust they had established. I'm not sure why, but anytime I crush a person to the brink of rock bottom, the beat of my heart accelerates. I would love to behold their expressions of sorrow, suffering, and despair.
A warm spoon containing a strange delicacy was placed into my mouth. It resembles porridge that meets my tongue. It's warm yet slightly bitter, especially since I've eaten it once again because it has been a while since I've eaten it. Not particularly savory or extravagant, and certainly not my favorite, but yearning for a long-forgotten meal makes you delighted. When I was a youngster, it was one of my favorite breakfasts; my father would usually buy a bowl of porridge with a cereal drink. How sentimental.
Imagine reincarnating several times without grain in the world you lived in. It's definitely miserable since I could not eat without rice when I lived for a second time throughout the course of my life until transmigrating; nevertheless, none of it matters as they all represent souvenirs in my head that ought to be buried. As an expression of gratitude for feeding me food I regularly eat in the morning, I am going to give her a hug.
I hug her without saying anything of how I can speak if my throat is restraint. It surprises her as I Imagine in my thought because it took her a moment to embrace me as well. I am aware that my actions will raise suspicions about my behavior, but as I previously stated to myself, I am not concerned whether they do or do not because they simply view me as a rock, and since a rock has no capability to speak, see, or hear, that is what I have become, and absolutely nothing can be proven of their suspicions about me since a rock must be moved by someone else.
A moment of disruption, as my intuition reminds me after my sister quickly let go, embracing me. I assume something concerning or terrible happened in their occult business, but I hope the money I spent to build a business with Rosewood succeeds because if not, I will be a laughingstock to aristocratic society.
Oh, how bloody terrible it is that my sarcastic personality traits still cling to my heart and soul. I believed I had gotten rid of it, but it eventually came back to life, or perhaps its existence is still within me, and my present issues serve to distract me from humor. My sister assisted me in standing up, which surprised me because I expected to be a rock since I am unable to walk properly due to my faulty eyesight and dysfunctional hearing. The question is where she is taking me because right now, we've been in hansom cub about a several minutes. My sister holds my arm as we walk, our position could be mistaken as newlywed couples, but I know my sister would be glad to be mistaken.
My sister still supported me as I climbed out of the hansom cub and started walking. Her steps guided me as if she had something to show me, despite the fact that I am almost blind. She assists me in sitting on an unusual couch, and after a few moments of waiting, a bright light flashes my pupils; it must have been the optometrist or optician checking my eyes; however, assuming it was an ophthalmologist, my vision would be replaced with a new pair of eyes rather than wearing glasses.