I stared at the mirror in front of me, flabbergasted at my new appearance.
The body of an adolescent boy- fourteen, with glossy auburn hair and dark green eyes that I didn't believe a person could be born with.
I stretched out my hand amazed at how small the frame was, as my olive skin caught my attention.
My slender arms rattled as I clasped them together, displaying the fragility of an adolescence.
It was a mind racking experience for me- to exist with a young body but an aged mind.
The corners of my right ear had a special type of engraving like a tattoo that looked like the family crest and it boosted my morale just thinking about it.
Natasha stepped into the room and with the swiftness of the wind, immersed herself in her chore.
She had on a green uniform with an apron tied on her waist, stained lightly with stew and whatever Ingredient was plastered on the side.
Her long brown hair swayed as she moved, clinging briefly to her oily face from time to time.
Unlike me, her skin tone was much more lighter but with a warm touch. Making her look almost pale in the presence of radiance.
As I tried outlining her breasts and curves I quickly averted my gaze, remembering I was in the body of a boy who was at the peak of his puberty and immediately tried avoiding falling prey to my raging hormones.
"Good morning, young Lord" she greeted when our eyes met, bowing briefly before continuing with what she was doing.
She was the personal maid assigned to Milo and it felt strange interacting with her, almost like the boy had a special attachment to her.
"Good morning Natasha" I responded, cross examining my jawline to see if I was blessed with the touch.
All in all, this body was more better than my previous form.
Since I had finished surveying my form, I decided it was time to grasp basic knowledge about the world I was in, starting with my family.
I strolled out of my room avoiding the pleas of Natasha to have breakfast first and headed hurriedly to the library which was just a few rooms below mine.
The ginormous walls lined with wall frames and superb architectural designs, surrounding the corridor seemed to take my breath away.
The floor had a long red carpet that stretched till it covered the entirety of the corridor, glistening as if it was a newly acquired item.
Whether it was the raging hormones of a fourteen year old, or the fact that I had never stayed in a house of such majesty, I seemed to be fascinated by my sights as I explored the short journey to the home library.
Memories of every room and its use, maids and their stations, where completely embedded in the edge of my mind now, making my job easier.
A few young servants where attending to the books when I arrived, dusting, cleaning and rearranging almost every parcel in the room.
I clapped my right index and middle fingers against my left palm loudly twice, signaling the servants to evacuate the premises immediately and strangely enough, it worked.
"Is this what it means to have power" I asked myself, chuckling at the empty room.
The library was relatively smaller than I had pictured but with sufficient shelves lined endlessly with books, each undeniably telling a different story.
"Well then, Lets see what fantasy books are like...."
'Archives of the von Brithuels'
A section read, as if singling out itself for me to see as it was my intent for my first read.
I dragged the biggest book in the pile, almost tumbling due to its weight and cursing my feeble hands right after.
"Hopefully this should work" I murmured to myself, skipping the first page that simply contained irrelevant imagery.
The first man introduced was Derick von Brithuels, the first patriarch of the brithuels household and the first of his name.
He was a commoner who was selected to fight in the backland regions before the empire was formed, leading the rest of the army when they got stranded by a certain river- myrie, after half their forces were depleted from the outcome of the battle.
He then moved on to earn the title of 'barbarian commander' and led a charge against the former Brackel Kingdom, singlehandedly crippling their major city.
He was made the commander of the empire's army and given the title 'von' which in this world, represented nobility as a count.
There were mentions of a strange power he wielded but it wasn't delved into fully in the book so I just ignored the details and read on.
Including the current patriarch, Romelis von Brithuels- Milo's father, there are seven generations of this family, and I was the third son, amongst six children, born from three mothers of the seventh generation.
From there, I moved on to reading about the current empire since very little was spoken of the one from before it was reformed, learning about his majesty Charles Deneros Rotherdale, the supreme ruler and emperor of the Targetus empire.
Unlike my previous world, this world only had five continents.
The one we occupied was called Darshan, and it was known for its mountains and extravagant landscape.
The rest were Myrid- the elven continent, Droncus- the beast men continent, Dwarven land - the Dwarven continent, and Diar the dark continent.
Information on the Diar continent were obsolete, as it was even regarded a crime to research about it.
"Definitely not gonna affect me in the future, right?" I questioned, hoping not to jinx myself in the process.
Since I had gotten basic knowledge about where I was dumped in by whatever, the concept of magic and its attributes was next, sadly my body wasn't as willing as my mind as I felt my strength exude me due to hunger.
I left the books as it was, and trotted back to my room, stopping at the patriarchs quarters to greet him briefly, since it was customary.
His room was hands down the most majestic in the entire castle. Bright red linen of the finest order lined his beds and curtains, leaving me nothing short of impressed.
He sat directly opposite his bed, at a desk about four foot wide, scribbling down documents that could only possibly be important.
"Respect to the patriarch, how is your health sir" I greeted sternly, bowing deeply till my back showed a perfect arch.
As I had expected, he didn't reply me immediately, completely immersed in his work.
Unlike the rest of his son's, I was the least that was paid attention to since I had a very low affinity with magic, something that was laughable not only in nobility but the real world.
Saying low affinity would be overly gracious, I myself doubted if I could cast a proper spell and since I hadn't tried it before, I came to terms with my mediocrity, at least for now.
"Oh, it's just you Milo, how is your head?" He responded adamantly, stopping only briefly to confirm who had spoken.
I lifted my head, smiled and turned before walking to the door.
"As fine as it should be" I replied, tapping the brown wooden caste as I walked away.
I didn't have time to sulk into despair as the past owner of this body did, rather I had to ignite a change somehow.
Even though it seemed like I wouldn't ever be able to use substantial magic, I had a plan in mind.
"But first, I better sooth my raging appetite" I bellowed as the growling of my lower belly intensified.
The stride to my room was short and Natasha was already setting up my breakfast as I entered, frowning lightly so as not to imply any disrespect.
I jumped on the bed, legs sprawled open in expectance of the thrill of what was about to meet my taste buds.
There was well grilled stake, freshly baked bread piled on one other, three in total with honey trickling down from one side, a sort of herbal tea that surprisingly was sweeter than anything that had graced my mouth and finally, freshly plucked fruit for a later appetizer.
'All hail royalty' I screamed in my mind before Indulging my worldly thirst.
Whether it was the fact that my taste buds where naturally more active at this point in my age, or that I simply was famished a while ago, the food seemed to taste godlike.
"Did you cook this, Natasha" I inquired, rubbing my filled belly as I rescinded further into my bed.
She nodded her head and smiled a little before saying something rather shocking.
"You're quite lively today, young master. It's hard to believe you almost drowned the other da-" she stopped immediately, holding her hand over her mouth as she realized the grave error she had committed.
I looked at her right after she stopped, my blood boiling in fright as memories which had been pushed down within my mind began to surface, causing a brain splitting headache.
"Wh-what....what do you mean drown"