Reincarnated As A Mob

Chapter 1

(Lancelot's POV)

GASP!

I sprung up, sweat dripped down from the side of my face until it trickled the lining of my collarbone. Strange, I thought I have already died when they said they are going to take my heart for the heart transplant for my nephew. Am I alive because they are able to find another heart substitute to be able to be donated to me?

No no, no way. I believe I have already died, because the ceiling and the surrounding felt unfamiliar to me, it looks too british-like compared to the usual white ceiling of the hospital ward.

Where am I?

"Master, are you alright?"

A person inched closer. Despite his stoic appearance and that tail coat as well as that sophisticated aura his old self emits, I don't think I recognize who he is. "Who are you?" I blurted. He smiled politely at me as a response before bowing his head in a respective manner. I think I know what he is based on his behaviour. "Sire, my name is Taylor. I am the head butler of this mansion."

Yep, a butler.

Taylor.... Wait.

"Taylor James?"

The old butler nodded as a response.

My jaw dropped little by little, shock then masked my whole expression as my mind screamed of one obvious thing. There is only one Taylor James that an introverted antisocial person like me know, and he was from a web novel that I read. Don't tell me...

"Taylor, who am I?"

I pointed at myself. I was about to ask the most common question anyone would ask if they're in my shoes, is to as where they are.

But I know better. I, for sure, know better about this situation, albeit theoretically. The reality looked so true to be deemed as a dream, so I had to make sure myself.

"Your name is Lancelot Ral Constance, sire. You are the head of the Constance household and the Baron of the town of Isaia."

His explanation is brief and easy to understand, which what instilled terror inside me. I brushed my hair and laughed at myself. This is a joke, really, I never have thought that I'm getting reincarnated like this myself.

If I'm correct, the world I am in right now is from a novel titled 'Love of The Life', a webnovel about Cecilia Istvan, the MC(Main Character) who came from the countryside and fell in love with the second prince of the country yada yada all those cliche settings of a historical web novel that you can think of. Yet, here I am, reborn as Avery Ila Ronan's young uncle, who was only 23 and a bastard in addition of very bad at handling his own self and fief after his whole family died (Which was actually plotted by him and Avery to gain power of the land). In the end, Lancelot will be thrown away by Avery and will be murdered by the crown prince's assassins.

Heck, I'm even one of those mob character that are going to die after a month here, what am I gonna do?

I heaved a long sigh. The heavens probably despise me or something, with them reincarnating me in this world just to experience death. I might have an idea why the divinity dislikes me, but...

Is being an antisocial really irks the heaven? Are there something wrong with their mind?

This is unfair.

"Master?"

Taylor suddenly knelt on the floor beside the bed, tilting his head up to see my cast down gaze with a worried look on his subtle wrinkly face. He is just like what the novel depicted, a kind and caring old man. He was the one who mourned the death of his master's family the most among all people, and continue to serve the household even after Lancelot died. My expression softened.