When I woke up, I was lying on a bed in a quiet room. The mattress felt soft, and a quilt covered me. My head was heavy, and it took me a moment to focus.
A maid stood beside the bed, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She watched me for a moment, and when she saw I was awake, she quietly turned and stepped out of the room.
The maid had an aura I can't describe she was an elf with white hairs pale skin.
I sat up slowly, my body still aching. The room was elegant but unfamiliar. Sunlight streamed through a window, and the faint scent of herbs lingered in the air. My mind was clouded, trying to piece together how I got here.
The maid returned after a short while, carrying a tray with a silver goblet. She placed it on a small table by the bed and looked at me with a calm expression. "How are you feeling?" she asked softly.
"I'm fine," I said hesitantly. My voice came out raspy, and I felt unsure of what to say. "Where am I?"
"You're in General Eryndor's mansion," she replied, pouring water into the goblet. "The general brought you here after the chaos. You've been unconscious for two days."
Two days? The words echoed in my head. What had happened to me? My memories were like scattered pieces of a puzzle, and none of them made sense.
The maid handed me the goblet, and I drank. The cold water soothed my dry throat, but it couldn't ease the uneasiness I felt.
Before I could ask her anything else, the door opened.
Eryndor stepped in.
The maid quickly moved to the side and bowed her head respectfully. He was a tall man with sharp features and an air of authority that filled the room. His silver-streaked hair and the fine clothes he wore made it clear he wasn't just anyone.
He walked to the chair beside the bed and sat down, his piercing eyes studying me. "How are you?" he asked, his tone softer than I expected but still carrying a weight of pride.
"I'm fine," I said, trying not to let my nervousness show.
Eryndor leaned back slightly, his gaze unwavering. "Who are you?"
The question hit me harder than I thought it would. His voice carried a seriousness that made me hesitate.
"I…" My voice faltered. I swallowed hard and forced myself to answer. "My name is Silas."
Eryndor's expression didn't change. If anything, he looked even more serious now. "And what happened to you earlier ?"
"I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't remember."
Eryndor's eyes narrowed, and the silence between us grew heavy.
"Convenient," he said after a moment, his tone sharp. "Do you know the mages that were with me died? and You are saying you don't remember, Do you take me for a fool?"
"I'm not lying!" I blurted out, my voice shaking. "I truly don't remember. All I remember is a feeling of unease and a headache unbearable enough to make me wish I was dead."
"I...I didn't want to kill anyone and how can you say That they are dead because of me you were the one who asked them to poke into my head. But still, I'm sorry for your loss and please tell their families I'm sorry for what happened "I said with a heavy heart and regret.
His gaze didn't waver, and I could feel his doubt. But then he let out a long sigh and stood up. His presence was overwhelming, even as he turned toward the door.
"You'll stay here," he said, his tone commanding. "Until I figure out what to do with you, consider this mansion your prison—or your sanctuary. That choice depends on you."
With that, he left the room, leaving me alone with the maid once more.
I sank back into the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. The questions in my head only grew louder.
Who am I? Why am I here? And why does it feel like there's something I'm supposed to remember?
And I promised myself then and there that I will find out what happened before I woke up here and I will find my family.
The maid then asked me "Are hungry?"
"I'm not hungry I just feel uneasy and I hate myself for not remembering what happened to my family " I blurted out without loudly not realizing how it sounds.
"I..I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to.." before I could complete my sentence she said "its fine don't worry I didn't mind."
"thank you!" I said and then asked her "What's your name?"
"I'm Linza, the head maid of this mansion" she replied elegantly.
"Why would a head maid serve a suspect like me?" I asked her confused by her previous answer.
she looked into my eyes and said "Because I'm the only one who can hope to survive if you go on a rampage again, I'm a good fighter, and I have decent mana reserves so I can also use magic. So don't even think to escape " coldly with a straight face.
what's wrong with these people? I thought to myself and closed my eyes