Hero's Dead Brother

7. Mirror

As I started to walk, the man from before that I found out was my butler named Swingler took me around the house to show me around.

When I finally saw a mirror, (I really wanted to see what I looked like in this world), it was like a cold shower.

Same eyes. Same messy hair. Same stupid face.

I looked exactly like myself. I thought that I would look like these beautiful people but I looked nothing like them. I was in my body again. The same, disgusting body.

I hated myself. I felt dirty. I thought I could start over with a new body.

'Hah. This is what you get for trying to deceive the people that treated you so kindly'.

I hated myself.

Swingler must have felt that something wasn't right because he keeled to see my face from close.

"Young Master? Are you alright?"

I wanted to cry. I wanted to never see this face again and here I am.

'What is this supposed to mean? What is all this supposed to mean?'

Panic attack.

I started choking while I almost laughed hysterically without any noise coming out. Tears and more tears.

'What is this supposed to mean?'

I fainted and woke up in my bed with many people gathered around. The doctor was talking to my father as my mother was holding my hand.

I made her cry again.

Why am I even here? Why have I been given this body and it looks exactly like myself... except minus some details...

I didn't have the marks from my previous life. It is like I was reborn in my own body in a brand new version. But still...

I focused in the concerned faces around me and felt guilt.

"I'm sorry".

The words came out on their own. My mother jumped and looked at me. She seemed happy that I woke up.

"Amiel! Baby what happened?"

"Where does it hurt, Amiel? Are you hurt somewhere? Can you show da..."

A maid rushed in the room and said un a hurry: "Grand... Grand Priest! The Grand Priest is here!"

My parents opened their eyes wide and my mother stood up.

When an old man entered the room they both greeted him with a graceful reverence.

The room fell into silence as the old man walked closer to me.

He had such a wise look in his eyes and I felt a strong kind energy from him. Warm and light like the sun. He approached me and smiled.

"The Miracle Child" was what he said.

"Could you, please, leave me alone with the boy, Grand Duke, Duchesse?"

...

In the room remained only me and the man with his bright aura.

"Amiel. You were blessed with a powerful name, my child. Something unexpected and mysterious is around you. I can't quite understand yet".

He put his hand on my forehead and I felt comfortable and relaxed. As if he took some pain away.

"You seem to not accept the blessing you were given, my child. That is the cause of your troubled heart".

I don't know why but I felt that only he could understand my feelings. So I spoke.

"...but I don't deserve it. And I took someone else's place".

The old man smiled kindly.

"I don't know why such a young child has such thoughts but toss them away. Never question the decisions from Above. It's out of our reach to understand them. All we can do is live"

His gaze sharpened and his smile got even brighter.

"So live, my child" was all he said. He then left, not being questioned or stopped by my parents as if they didn't want to cross his way and disturb his path. They only respectfully bowed and came into my room.

'Mother, father, brother. I looked at all of them. I will live to make you all happy'.