Fᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ Tᴏ Bᴇ Tʜᴇ Vɪʟʟᴀɪɴ

Laying The Foundations

"What the heck?!"

A plate rested on my hands as I looked at it dismayed.

It was my lunch consisting of steak, mashed potatoes, and green peas.

Though despite being treated like trash, they still feed me the family's meal.

What was bad about it you ask?

Someone took almost all of my meal! How can I survive with 3 pieces of peas, 1/4 of a steak, and a spoonful of mash potatoes?!

Damnit you maid! I swear I'll snap your neck also!

I'm only given a down graded version of the meal and you still took from me?!

No wonder Liam grew to be quite short, you aren't feeding him properly!

Mary Anne Frank...

"I'll remember that name." I said as I scratched the name on the wall with hatred.

The maids have schedule rotations around the house, but this one in particular is a jackass.

'A part of the novel even mentioned her being starved to death by Liam,' I thought with a smile.

I'm not going to go that far, I'm not a psychopath and I don't plan on becoming one.

But I'll still do something similar.

And from that line alone, I can expect to get a similar situation where I can catch her.

I grinned at the thought before calming down.

I ate the saddening lunch and laid down on my bed.

The food was good, greater than what I'd imagine a middle age era to have. But the portion was truly depressing.

After, I once again recalled events from the novel.

Near the climax, an incident happened that almost got Liam and his subordinates killed.

An incident because of his poor body.

It didn't look too important at first and some readers even cursed the author for letting him survive. Saying he/she was just prolonging the story for money.

But that mishap soon created the biggest opportunity to finish the war. It was even the last straw before the tides of battle tipped to the protagonist's favor.

Liam's weak build caused his own fall.

One of the most satisfying ending one could read. And it definitely silenced the haters.

Though I'm not planning on falling down that deep in the story as to get possessed, it's probably better if I improved my physique.

And with that resolve, I stood up and started exercising—I fell almost instantly.

"This...body...is so damn weak!" I panted heavily.

I couldn't even do one push up! The squats only reached 20 and I could barely hold out until 50 in jumping jacks!

I laid on the floor sweating profusely. How can Liam's body be this weak?

This body really didn't do anything than get beaten, eat, sleep, and repeat...

Well, a start is a start!

This will be the foundations of a bright future!

But exercising with no proteins will amount to nothing...

I rubbed my temple and groaned.

I more or less know the layout of the building. Believe it or not, the castle is not that complicated.

So should I...go and steal some food?

But what if I get caught?

But It's not like I'll lose anything.

In fact, I'll die if I don't!

So stealing is justified.

...

I'm struggling with such a minor fault when I'm the villain...

"Remember, you're doing this to survive, Oliver! So don't feel bad! And it's not like they'll do anything if I get caught! Worse things worse they'll beat me up. That's not any different than what I go through everyday!"

I tried to convince myself.

"The kitchen is just a few turns from my room."

"It wouldn't take long and If they chase me, I could easily outmaneuver them by hiding inside my room, since it's just right around a corner! It'll seem like I just disappeared!" I added.

I then rotated my shoulders and stretched my legs.

I changed my clothes and did my laundry—I'll do it at night.

There's no way I could get away whilst the sun is out when the hallways are littered with maids and butlers. Not to mention my weak physique.

At midnight, there'll only be a few patrolling guards.

Until then, I'll have to wait.

...

"This'll take a while." I sighed.

But by the time I finished my laundry, it was already sunset.

...Look, the water running to this room is slow. I know how to do my laundry. My ability isn't the one at fault.

"Who the fuck am I even justifying myself to..."

I sat down on my bed and waited for time to past.

There weren't any windows in my room so I could only tell the time from the steps outside.

Yes, I spend my time on pretty weird things.

Well, there are no such thing as entertainment available other than than mast—mopping!

"I like keeping my room clean after all!"

...

'What the fuck am I doing...' I covered my face in shame.

As I shuddered from self-cringe, I noticed a faint glint from behind a pail in one of the room's corner.

I walked towards the piled buckets and tossed them aside, immediately regretting the decision because of the piercing sounds of clanking.

As soon as I laid my eyes on the item, my face slowly brightened.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed as my mouth widened in disbelief.

Is this what I think it is?!

How lucky!