The washroom was truly grand in every sense of the word, The room itself was larger then the small and rotten apartment that Angel had used to live in before.
In the center of the room was a bathtub, Angel didn't know wether to call it a large tub or a small pool. It was lined with what seemed like golden encrusted marble with built in seating wrapped around all four edge's and four oval hole's in the center of all the warble wall's.
'Heaven does exist' Angel smiled and walked toward the tube before looking around and seeing a type of switch on the wall not to far away as he walked over and flipped it.
'It's very advanced for a world with Royalty and nobility'
If angel was forced to lived the way that those during the medieval era had in the history he knew about then he would be utterly horrified, not to mention with his new unwanted trait that seemed hard to control he might just lose a bit of his sanity.
With the advancement of technology that used Mana stone's as it's core, heating up a bathtub full of water was nothing but normal in most household's even in lower one's.
'That's how the Valentine's have made so much money' If someone needed something that you had the monopoly on then you held control over it's price's.
The water was already filled and hot steam rose from the top, Angel didn't waste time stripping off his clothes exposing his toned body and climbing inside. A moan of satisfaction left his mouth as the hot water traveled up his skin and soothed his mind and body.
'Relaxing' Angel sighed out as he leaned his back against the marble ledge.
He had been studying day and night working back breaking job after back breaking job for as long as he could
remember, Having free time was a luxury that he never experienced and now it was finally here. The thought of being able to relax for a bit without having to worry about anything made him extremely happy, His eyes closed as thought's raced through his head.
What should He do with this new chance?
Although he was stuck with the former owner of this body's memories and emotions he had no reason to let them control him, He felt complicated emotions whenever he thought of his younger brother but he felt no reason to try to surpass him as the original had or even try fix whatever relationship they could possibly have.
As for his father the Duke, He truly felt nothing but disgust for the man who treated his children like pawn's. Throwing one away when another show higher potential, He had absolutely no motivation in trying to prove something to that man. Although he knew that he couldn't fully relax, After all the world he was in was merciless.
Power was the only thing that mattered.
Arch Mages that could create catastrophe's with a thought, Grand Master's that could cut the sky with their Aura.
Dragon's, Monster's, War, Death, Pain and suffering were things that you couldn't escape from in this world.
Not that he could escape most of those things in his past life either.
'I shouldn't grow to complacent' Angel sighed looking at the celling and deciding that he needed to be able to protect himself.
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After washing up angel was left feeling a refreshment he hadn't felt for a while, His skin felt smooth and clean while his mind felt even more calm then before.
He got dressed in a basic white button up shirt and black trousers, He didn't wear anything special not wanting to get something nicer dirty. Although his closet was filled with clothing that seemed as if it was made from the finest silk. Despite his outfit being relatively normal, it was still quite lavish and with that he left his room venturing out for the first time.
'Truly grand' Angel thought seeing the large wall's engraved with gold and the occasional priceless artwork.
'I feel like I'm in a museum'
He had the fleeting thought that someone would appear and ask for a entrance fee just to gaze upon the illustrations.
The hallway's were rather empty for the manor of a Duke and yet it wasn't surprising, From what he knew Angel Valentine was a very anti social person. After his mother had passed away he had dismissed most of the servant's and maid's, Only a few remained and knew to stay out of his sight whenever they did their duties but other then that it was just him in this large part of the manor
Alone
Lucky he didn't run into anyone on his journey, He wasn't currently in the mood to speak with anyone. It didn't take long before he was standing in the center of a large and empty out door training area. The area was enclosed by large brick wall's that towered high keeping out the sight of prying eye's and yet the sun still shined through the sky illuminating everything.
Angel stared at the sun for a couple of second's and took a deep breath before he looked around the large area, His gaze soon landing toward his left. He saw a large rack filled with many different type of weapons all made out of the highest quality steel.
Swords, Spears, Maces, Daggers, He even saw a bow with arrows to the side as well.
'This one'
He walked over toward the rack and slid his hand over the metals feeling the the cold surface's that made him feel at peace. With a small smile he grabbed the handle of a two edged sword and raised it in the air slightly, The blade felt natural in his grasp almost as if he had wielded it for many years.
Angel stared at the blade for couple second's before walking back to the center of the training area. Despite never lifting a sword in his life he felt calm as he lowered his hand to the side with the blade pointing toward the ground, His eye's closed and his muscles seemed to move on their own.
Sling!
The sound of the blade cutting through the air was like music to his ears and his body moved in a perfect unison, The blade cut through the air with a grace that was mesmerizing. His speed was slow at first and yet the movement's were filled with elegance befitting his handsome appearance and precision that only came from years of practice.
His movements didn't stop as he swung the blade diagonally and then twisted his hand causing the blade to flick around, It felt like his body was dancing with the blade. The sword seemed to become an extension of his arm as he cut through the air with beautiful grace. Angel didn't know how long he continued his dance but eventually he stopped and a small smile was on his face as he stared at his hand that was grasping the sword.
"It seem's his memories are at least a bit helpful"