Reincarnated as the Trash's younger brother

CHAPTER TWO

[Awake]

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Sangmin felt feverish, a not really that new notion. He usually suffer to a horrible cold or fever due to overusing his abilities.

But the silk blanket and the soft mattress is new. After all, you don't exactly have the luxury to have silky and fluffy things in the middle of an apocalypse unless it came from monster furs.

"Second Young Master?" A voice called out softly. A hand tried to touch his forehead but he flinched away from it as his eyes snapped open. His hand tried to reach for a weapon but he came empty handed. "I'm sorry, but you're burning up so I was trying to see if it atleast subdued"

"Burning?...Wha-" he paused, observing the face of the man he was facing. The person had orange hair and a pair of wide brown eyes. His eyes are honest, considering that Sangmin could see the concern and pity in them. 'Young Master?' He asked himself as he looked around. Trying to analyzed the surroundings. Only for a migraine to almost knocked him out. He collapsed backwards uncontrollably.

"Young Master Gale!" The man wearing the butler uniform shouted and supported Sang-Min's body with a hand on his back, though careful with touching any skin.

Sangmin almost wanted to push him away as goosebumps appeared on his skin just imagining someone he didn't know touching him. Due to a horrible past experience, anyone who wants to touch him would usually either suffer or die a horrible death. That's just how much he hated skin contact. So Sangmin wants to push him away, but he's a bit preoccupied.

'What the actual fu— what is this?! Actual Transmiguration?! What am I doing here?' He screamed in his mind, physical shuddering paling further.

He noticed the lock of red hair that fall infront of him. "Do you want me to call a doctor, young master?" Sangmin glances at the person, a complicated expression appeared in his face.

'Hans..a butler of the Henituse County. Training to become the Head Butler' he pursed his lips. 'He's also someone that was quite biased. The only reason he's here is because of the count. But it seems due to the original body's condition, he started genuinely caring' tilting his head. He regarded the older male with a narrowed gaze.

The ruby red darkening to an almost familiar crimson color almost made Hans tremble. Although the appearance of the young man is a bit vulnerable at the moment. But he made himself look dangerous. "Hans?"

"Yes, young master Abysgale?" Hans asked a bit shakily. Gale blinked slowly with a completely relaxed eyebrows.

The usually silent young man was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Ron?" He asked.

"...Sir Ron?" Hans hesitantly asked.

"Will I ever ask anything about Ronald or Ronnie or Sun Goddess forbid, Rona?" Gale deadpanned making the butler lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Sir Ron is attending to Young Master Cale" at this words. Gale nodded with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Get me some ice bucket and peach" Gale waved his hand.

Hans blinked rapidly in confusion. "Peach, young master?"

"Why? Is there no Peach in the kitchen? Get me Oranges then" Gale waved his hand, making the man leave hastily as the young man visibly get upset.

After Hans closed the door, Gale's upset demeanor melted to an aloof look. His relaxed face stared at the wall with no expression yet his eyes are full of confusion.

'Hans...Cale...Abysgale. so I'm in the Birth of a Hero? How come I became the character who died somewhere between the Plaza accident and the Wolf accident?' Hans came back with a bowl of cylinder ice and peaches then excuse himself. He chewed on his lips thoughtfully while playing with the round ice using a tongs.

'If Ron is still here, then my brother weren't beaten up yet...' his eyes paled into ruby red, curling down into what seems like a satisfied look. 'That means I have all the time in world to relax, though it's a pity that I didn't manage to continue the whole story due to how too angsty the MC is-' *knock*knock*

Gale pause from his thoughts as the door was knocked then opened without waiting for the owner of the room to give permission.

Gale stared at the doorway as he opened his mouth—

TBC~

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Although I already have the draft, I wasn't sure if I could publish it actually. But I now have the courage...for a brief moment so I'll publish this~