𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 • 𝐁𝐋

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲

It had been a year since my transmigration into this book's world, and I was now thirteen years old. While I longed for my family in the real world, I had also grown accustomed to the comforts of my new life in this fictional realm.

The Everhart family provided me with the utmost care, becoming my second parents in this unfamiliar world. Their love and support embraced me, making me feel like a cherished member of their family. The Blackwood family, too, showered me with affection and treated me as one of their own. But it wasn't just the families who made me feel welcomed and loved; the dedicated workers in this castle played a role in creating a sense of belonging. Their genuine kindness and unwavering support filled my days with warmth and made this grand estate truly feel like home.

The maids and butlers at the castle gave me genuine care that make me feel at ease. I found myself welcomed into their conversations and included in their daily routines. Their love meter towards me steadily grew, evident in their kind gestures and playful interactions.

Having amnesia, as strange as it may sound, proved to be a rather convenient shield to ward off suspicion about my changed behavior. The people around me saw a young master who was grappling with the effects of memory loss, unaware of the secrets that I came from another world where they are just a character from a famous book and manhwa.

I remembered that, In my first week at the manor, there was a palpable sense of caution and guardedness among the butler and maids who served our household. They had seen the changes in my behavior, which naturally raised questions and concerns. Whispers filled the hallways as curious glances followed me wherever I went.

It was during this time that my parents took it upon themselves to enlighten the staff about my amnesia. They shared the truth behind my condition, helping them understand the reason for the shifts in my personality and the gaps in my memory. Slowly, the once wary and watchful eyes began to soften, replaced with understanding and empathy.

Many changes took place in my life over the past years. Due to my parents' concerns for my well-being, the decision was made to homeschool me when the time came for school to begin. The bustling environment of a school filled with other children was deemed too risky, as it could potentially trigger headaches due to the 'amnesia'.

Thus, I delved into the study of history, particularly the intricate details of the monarchy that governed this world. From ancient rulers to modern-day monarchs, I immersed myself in the rich tapestry of their reigns, understanding the political dynamics and the impact they had on society.

In addition to history, my studies focused on cultivating the traits befitting a young master. Proper etiquette became a cornerstone of my education, as I learned the intricacies of formal greetings, table manners, and the art of conversation.

Under the watchful eyes of my tutors and the gentle guidance of my parents, I dedicated myself to mastering these skills. With each lesson, I moved one step closer to becoming the epitome of a proper young master, embodying grace, poise, and refinement.

Let's not forget the bond between Theo and me. It continued to flourish as time passed, strengthening our friendship even further. He had become like a little brother to me, and I cherished our connection dearly. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief whenever I saw his love meter climb to 20% during the last moments we spent together. It meant that I was successfully altering the course of Y/N's tragic destiny by befriending him.

Through our exchange of letters, we shared the intricate details of our lives, from the mundane to the extraordinary. Our words became a window into our worlds, allowing us to understand each other on a deeper level.