"Whoa, I look handsome."
Sharp but attractive eyes, black as deep as ink, skin that glowed with vitality. Every time I saw my reflection in the mirror, I realized I was quite good-looking.
At this level, I could rival my former self.
Tall and well-built, even at the age of 16, my legs were longer than most adults. Plus, I had firm, toned muscles.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I wasn't a narcissist.
Sure, this body was mine, but it wasn't me. It wasn't right to call it that.
"Master, everything is ready as you instructed. Shall we depart now?"
"I was just about to. Don't rush me, just open the door."
– Click.
The large door swung open. As the light poured in, I saw the servants lined up before me. They all bowed respectfully.
They were all followers of mine, demonstrating proper etiquette.
"Goodbye, Master."
Although there were several people, their voices sounded simultaneously. Yes, this was how it should be for the outing of a well-regarded aristocrat's descendant.
"Very well."
I stepped out with a slight smile.
Julian Troa Schugenharz, the third son of a prominent duke family.
The antagonist and villain of this novel world.
And I had been possessing his body for a week now.
"Well then, shall we go kidnap the heroine?"
I would live as I please.