The night was slowly falling as the sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon.
In a dimly lit room stood a lone figure.
The figure belonged to a handsome young man.
He had long platinum-white hair that was neatly tied up.
His eyes were teal and shone brightly in the darkness.
The young man appeared irritated as they searched a large desk for something.
"Fuckโฆ Where is it?"
They exclaimed in anger.
As the young man was about to give up, he finally spotted what he was looking for.
"Finally, now let's see who the old coots picked." He mused out loud with a cheeky grin as he thought of ways to get back at the elders of his family.
He brought the paper to some light to read but was left disappointed.
"Huh?"
'There is nothing of note here.'
The piece of paper just stated that. 'Zephyr Frost, the eldest son of the Frost family, will marry in three months.'
It had nothing else, such as the bride's name, a picture of her or even what each family would receive for the marriage.
"What are these bastards up to again?" He growled lowly.
Zephyr was about to put everything back in place and leave the room but spotted one more thing of note.
Inside one of the desk drawers was a small hole.
Zephyr decided to poke it with something.
*Click*
A slight clicking sound could be heard, and the false bottom popped up, allowing itself to be safely removed.
He took it out and looked at what was inside.
There, he found something that would change his life forever.
Inside, he found another piece of paper. He took it out and read the contents before stumbling back and almost falling over.
"H-how can this be?" Zephyr questioned what he just saw.
He looked at the paper again to ensure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
Unfortunately, no matter how often he scanned the document, what he read didn't change.
"Haโฆ HA, HA, HA," Zephyr exploded in laughter as if he had gone insane.
"I see how it isโฆ So this is why I'm being sold off. I'm not related to the Frost family. They wouldn't even adopt trash like me, I guessโฆ"
Zephyr had a secret: he was reincarnated into this world, and ever since he could remember, he had been in the Frost family.
He thought he would get some cheat or system or something, but no such thing happened in the 18 years he has been alive.
If this were a regular world, then this would have been fine.
Unfortunately, this was a world of magic, and Zephyr couldn't even take a step into said world.
It was as if he had no magic or ability to gather mana.
No matter the answer, it was as if Zephyr was disabled to the point that he couldn't do anything for himself.
The Frost family are the rulers of a grand duchy and don't even need to bow to the emperor.
Because of this, many expectations were placed on Zephyr's shoulders.
He was skilled in swordsmanship, archery, magic theory, horseback riding, and many other subjects a nobleman must know.
But this wasn't enough for the elders in the family and the world at large.
As long as Zephyr failed to awaken, he would be treated as a waste of resources.
Now that he knew he wasn't related to the family, Zephyr had to awaken at all costs.
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Zephyr returned to his room.
On the way there, he met a servant and ordered him to bring some drinks and snacks to his room.
Zephyr opened the doors to his room and walked in.
He threw his coat onto a chair and collapsed onto a couch.
Covering his eyes with one arm, he sighed deeply.
"What do I do now?" He asked himself.
A few minutes passed, and Zephyr heard a knock on the door.
"Enter," he commanded.
As the door opened, Zephyr looked up.
A beautiful maid carrying a large tray filled with various bottles entered the room.
She had long black hair, deep blue eyes, a big bushy tail and wolf ears.
This was Fey, Zephyr's personal maid, and she was a beast woman from one of the wolf clans.
Fey had been his personal maid ever since he could walk.
When she first started looking after him, Fey was just a young woman, but now she was a mature and grown adult.
"You can put it down over here and leave. I will call you later." Zephyr instructed.
Fey smirked and walked towards a small table to leave the tray.
"Looks like the little young master is throwing a hissy fit." She mocked him.
"Are you here to start a fight, Fey?" He scowled.
Fey grabbed a bottle of whiskey and shook her head.
"Not at all. I was just leaving. Please call me if you need anything, young master."
She smiled and happily left the room while carrying an expensive bottle of whiskey.
Zephyr scoffed, "Thank god she left easily."
Usually, Fey would stick around no matter what Zephyr had said.
But this time, she left without much hassle, as if she knew exactly what he needed.
"Meh, let's not dwell on it."
Deciding to not overthink, Zephyr opened a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass.
A couple of hours had passed, and Zephyr felt buzzed enough to do something he'd never do sober.
With a single goal in mind, Zephyr pushed a magical device that notified Fey that Zephyr needed her no matter where she currently was.
Zephyr heard the door opening a few minutes later, and Fey walked in.
Zephyr laughed.
"You're probably the only one who'd walk into my room like that."
"That's because I'm special," she winked at Zephyr.
"So what did you need, young master?"
"Help me get dressed. I'm going out."
"This late? Where are you going?"
"What are you, my wife?" Zephyr scoffed but decided to reveal his intentions anyway.
"Carl told me about a place I should visit, and I decided to go tonight."
"Ahaโฆ Am I correct in assuming women will be involved?" Fey asked with a smile on her face, yet Zephyr felt as if she was ready to murder someone.
Zephyr turned away from her, saying, "Well, maybe? I'm not certain."
Shaking her head with an arm on her hip, she sighed.
"I think you should clean yourself first, at least."
Zephyr thought about it for a moment and nodded.
"Get everything ready for me then."
"Right away, young master."
Fey scuttled off to the adjacent bathroom and started to prepare everything for Zephyr.
A few minutes passed, and Fey came out of the bathroom.
"It's ready, young master."
"Alright." Zephyr got off the couch and started to walk towards the bathroom.
"Should I help you?" Fey asked, but Zephyr was slightly buzzed and didn't fully realise what she had said.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want."
Zephyr walked into the bathroom and immediately removed all his clothes, throwing them off to the side where they wouldn't get wet.
He turned on the shower and lathered himself up.
Sitting down on a small stool, Zephyr started to clean himself slowly.
Then he heard the door to the bathroom sliding open.
Shocked, Zephyr quickly turned around to see the surprise visitor.
"I'm here, young master," Fey said playfully.
She had walked into the shower, her hair was tied up into a neat bun, and she was covered in nothing but a tightly wrapped towel.
Zephyr couldn't help but think that the maid's uniform didn't do her justice.
It was loose-fitting and large, leaving a lot to the imagination.
Meanwhile, the tightly wrapped towel accented her figure perfectly.
It showed off her large breasts and wide hips.
The towel cut off just at the top of her thighs, showing off her thick thighs.
Zephyr gulped and turned back around.
"W-what are you doing here?" He somehow managed to ask.
"Huh?"
She put her finger up to her face and expressed as if she was thinking.
"But I remember the young master saying 'yeah, yeah. Whatever,' hmm, I wonder. "
"Ara, Ara. Could it be that the young master is feeling embarrassed?"
Zephyr violently turned around and shouted.
"Embarrassed? I'd never be embarrassed; I just forgot. Do whatever!" After his short outburst, he quickly turned back around.
His eyes were wide, and his heart was beating violently.
'It's been years since I had help being washed. Why now?'
Fey grabbed a nearby stool and sat closely behind Zephyr.
"Oh, I guess I won't need this."
She took her towel off and threw it to the side.
Zephyr heard a thud and wanted to turn around, but his body refused to move.
'What was that?'
As if she had heard Zephyr's question, Fey leaned forward, pressing her large breasts against his large, muscular back.
"Thatโฆ" Zephyr wanted to question what was touching him, but Fey cut him off.
"Let me start, young master."
Zephyr simply nodded and stayed quiet.