I Joked About No One Wanting To Be Reincarnated In Attack on Titan And Well...

Chapter 25 : Adoption Was Always An Option

EMILYN

To have to say my life was bad would be a lie, but so it was when I have said that it was good. Waking up to a corner of an alley was not at all what surprised me the most. The stench of garbage rotting on the side of me was what got me up and walking to peer to the streets outside of this dimmed down distance between two buildings. There were three things I could say the moment I stood there at the sight of a crowd of people going about their day. (01) There was no sky. Curious I was to find that only streetlights and torches brought light in such an odd place. I found that when I raised my head, a roof that seemed to be made of concrete covered the skies. Neither did I know what time of day it was or if it was even day at all. I was underground alongside every other person that stood. (02) The people in weird outfits. Blame me not to think it queerer to see every person I land my eye on wear clothes that imitate that of the poor Victorian citizens of Europe. The thought that I might have just ended up in a place that I not only had no idea where but also a location where all of the women I see wore skirts and dresses while some of the men wore flour sacks for clothes crowding the streets like sardines in a can but still wriggling to survive. (03) A child. At this point, I've thought myself crazy. When the sight of myself on the reflection of a small puddle of water showed not the image of a mid 20's year old woman in a plain shirt and jeans, but the display of a child version of me that's no older than 8 or 10, wearing the same flour sack clothing that the people here are wearing. Although stumbling back only to trip on a small stone wasn't the smartest action to make, it was not something to be blamed after seeing something so unexpecting. Let alone impossible.

From then on, I had no time to think. I was caught by a man in uniform that landed on me a extravagant and wealthy impression. To say he was someone of high status would be a perfect description to the rich and power vibe he brings along him. His eyes daggered down onto me when he spots me from a certain distance. He stopped, paused for a short second, and marched his way to the small corner I was hiding in. "You! Child!" He screamed, his voice not as aggressive in comparison to his appearance-serious, slight on edge, but looked as if he had spotted a mountain of gold. He stood in front of me and glanced down, a few other people eyeing my direction and murmuring whatevers. After his introduction, to which he said to be a Marquis nobleman named Winson Friedrich Fuero, he asked in a respectful manner, "Speak your name, Child. It is only polite to do so." "Oh, uh, Emilyn." I said, "Emilyn...?" He questioned, hoping to hear me say a surname to connect it with. I answer, "Just Emilyn." He asked who my parents were, however I didn't respond. Afterwards, he asked if I were an orphan, to which, I also refused to answer given I had thought it not necessary to reveal personal information to man whom I just met. He was done waiting, "Have you suddenly forgotten how to speak? Or perhaps, did I frighten you?" I didn't answer. "Very well. Come. I have an offer to propose for you if you do not mind." Whatever offer could it be, I thought, but had no time to think as the man began to walk back to wherever he was before he came up to me. Curious as ever, I followed.

I was later met with a carriage, a gorgeous, expensive carriage in the color royal blue lined with silver. There was no words that came out when I stepped in and had myself seated on the opposite side of the man. A few seconds after the carriage door closed, we headed off. For most of the travel, no sound came out of both our mouths and instead were atmosphered with a layer of silence. I contemplated whether it was the right choice to follow this man into his carriage knowing whatever things he could possible do to me as a child, but I shrugged off such thoughts because no one would ever kidnap a child in such a beautiful vehicle. If ever it were a white van, of course in no time, I would have declined. When I studied the man's exterior I noticed he not only has been sitting quiet and still for most of the ride but has also been observing me as I shuffled on my seat, feeling the soft cushion and wondering my eyes on the intricate and detailed interior design. I froze when I saw this, and immediately behaved myself. The only thing I could read from the expression on his face at the moment was: Oh, she stopped, and nothing else.