Just a little bit 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 // Diluc x Reader

1~ A new Dawn

" This world needs a hero "

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I blinked wearily at the glaring sunlight as I opened my eyes.

Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My hair hung dishevelled over my shoulders and my sleeping clothes were rumpled. My vision was still cloudy and my brain foggy from the extensive sleep.

After a long yawn, I looked around the room.

Long red curtains covered the windows, but they still couldn't stop the morning sun's rays. Dust could be seen glistening in the air.

On the opposite wall was a large bookshelf with all kinds of old studies and writings.

In the corner next to it was a small, cozy looking armchair with a small wooden table with a book on it. It must have been read recently.

I was sitting upright in a four-poster bed by now, I realized. The wooden posts at all four corners were richly decorated with carvings and red fabric covered the top of the bed.

Just to my right was a wardrobe that probably contained clothes, along with a clothes rack where a brown coat hung.

I let my eyes wander back to the bed and looked at my hands. Slowly it dawned on me.

I must still be dreaming. This was definitely not my room.

I looked down at myself for the first time. Not my body either!

Hastily, I threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. With two big steps I arrived at one of the windows, pulled back the curtains and stared in bewilderment at the window in which my figure was reflected.

In front of me I saw a young, red-haired man staring in bewilderment at his figure with equally crimson eyes.

The red hair went down to my shoulders and must have taken on a life of its own during my sleep. My stature was tall and slender. If I had to guess, I would put myself in my early 20s.

I was wearing a white shirt that reached down to my elbows and I could see many small scars on my forearms that reached down to my hands. They looked like wounds from different battles.

Underneath I wore black jogging trousers, if that was the right term for them. Was such a thing even fashionable anymore?

Now that I thought about it, everything here seemed rather outdated. Not rotten or dilapidated, no. It seemed as if my dream had taken me in another age.

Before I could think further about my dream, a voice sounded outside the bedroom door.

"Master Diluc? I very much hope you have already got ready, in a moment the workers from Angel's Share will be arriving to collect the weekly load."

'Master' ...? Was I some landlord?

"Y-Yes, I'll be right there...!", I replied quickly, flinching at the sound of my own voice. It matched the body I was in perfectly; calm and deep.

I took a quick breath and opened the wardrobe to find something to wear. As I rummaged through the various clothes, I pondered a little on the lady's words just now.

Someone was here to collect goods... so this was an estate, but what was there to collect? Apparently the estate was big enough to have servants and I was the one who owned it?

In my opinion, the dream could drag on for a while.

After I had finally put on a white waistcoat over a black shirt together with tight black trousers, I looked suspiciously at the brown coat. The sun was shining outside.