The sun had risen higher in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling Everhart estate. Outside the grand mansion, the lush gardens stretched endlessly, vibrant with flowers in full bloom. Beyond them, the training grounds echoed with the rhythmic clash of steel and the grunts of knights in training.
Inside the estate, Leon sat propped up on his bed, staring out at the picturesque view through the large window. The events of the morning still weighed heavily on his mind. The warmth of his mother's embrace, Rachel's unrelenting affection—it all felt so real, so genuine. And yet, deep down, an unsettling thought lingered.
"Why was I reincarnated here? What purpose do I have in this world?"
Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, a soft knock at the door drew his attention. The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in an elegant black suit. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his sharp eyes held a quiet authority.
"Good morning, young master," the man said with a respectful bow. "I am Benedict, the steward of House Everhart. Your mother has asked me to ensure you are well cared for."
Leon studied the man for a moment, memories surfacing. Benedict had been with the family for years, a loyal and disciplined figure who oversaw the estate's daily affairs. Despite his stern demeanor, there was a sense of warmth in his voice.
"Good morning, Benedict," Leon replied, his voice softer than he intended.
Benedict's lips curled into a small smile. "It is good to see you awake, young master. Your health has been a great concern to Lady Evelyn and the young mistress."
Leon nodded, feeling the weight of their concern. "I'm feeling better now. Thank you."
Benedict inclined his head. "That is excellent news. Lady Evelyn has requested that you join her and Lady Rachel for breakfast in the dining hall."
Leon hesitated for a moment. The idea of facing his family so soon after awakening in this strange new life filled him with unease, but avoiding them was not an option. Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "Alright, I'll join them."
With Benedict's assistance, Leon climbed out of bed. His body still felt weak, and his balance wavered for a brief moment before he steadied himself. The steward guided him to a wardrobe filled with luxurious clothing tailored for a noble heir. He carefully selected a simple yet elegant ensemble—a dark blue tunic with silver embroidery, paired with soft leather boots.
Once dressed, Leon followed Benedict through the grand corridors of the estate. The hallways were lined with portraits of past Everhart lords, their gazes stern and imposing. Chandeliers illuminated the space, and the distant sound of servants bustling through their duties echoed faintly.
Arriving at the grand dining hall, Leon stepped inside to find his mother and sister already seated at the long mahogany table. The room was bathed in the soft morning light, highlighting the intricate gold accents on the walls and the shimmering crystal chandeliers above.
"Leon!" Rachel's face lit up the moment she saw him. She leaped from her chair and rushed to his side, grabbing his hand with an eager grip. "Come sit next to me!"
Evelyn, seated at the head of the table, smiled warmly. "Good morning, my dear. How are you feeling?"
Leon took his seat beside Rachel and glanced at his mother, offering a small smile. "I'm feeling much better, Mother. Thank you."
Rachel pouted as she reached for a plate of pastries. "You better be! You've been asleep for so long, and I had no one to talk to!"
Evelyn chuckled softly. "Rachel, let your brother eat first."
The table was laden with an array of delicacies—freshly baked bread, exotic fruits, and golden-brown sausages that filled the room with a mouthwatering aroma. As Leon took a tentative bite, the flavors exploded in his mouth, far richer and more decadent than anything he had tasted before.
As they ate, Evelyn's gentle voice cut through the comfortable silence. "Leon, now that you are feeling better, your father will want to see you soon."
Leon paused, his fork hovering mid-air. His father—the formidable Duke Alistair Everhart—was known throughout the kingdom for his military prowess and unwavering discipline. From the fragmented memories in his mind, Leon knew his father to be a stern yet just man, one who expected nothing but excellence from his children.
"I understand," Leon said carefully, keeping his voice steady.
Evelyn reached out, placing a hand over his. "Do not worry, my love. Your father only wishes to see you well. He has high hopes for you, but he loves you dearly."
Rachel nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Father might seem scary, but he always brings me gifts when he returns from his campaigns!"
Leon smiled faintly, feeling a mix of nervousness and curiosity about meeting the duke. He would have to prepare himself for the expectations that came with being the son of such a powerful figure.
As breakfast continued, Evelyn's expression grew thoughtful. "In a few months, you will be attending the Royal Academy of Eryndor. It is a place where nobles and commoners alike hone their skills, whether in magic, swordsmanship, or governance. It will be an excellent opportunity for you to learn and grow."
Leon nodded, filing away the information. The academy would likely serve as the foundation for his growth in this world—a place where he could begin shaping his path and discovering the true extent of his abilities.
Rachel grinned. "And don't worry, I'll be there too! I'll make sure no one bullies you!"
Leon couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. "I'm lucky to have such a strong sister."
Rachel puffed up proudly. "Of course!"
As the morning sun climbed higher, Leon felt a renewed sense of purpose. There was much to learn, much to achieve, and challenges yet to come. But for now, he would take it one step at a time, embracing the new life that had been given to him.