After playing a dating sim obsessively, an antisocial 23-year-old programmer named Katsuki dies and finds himself reincarnated as the game's villainous character, Abel Duranne, in another world. He must now navigate his new life as a young boy with...
They were escorted to the dining room, where the Duke carried the small Abel. Abel blushed because he was a 23-year-old man trapped in a 6-year-old's body.
"So embarrassing, I'm twenty-three years old inside," he thought.
"My son is so adorable," Azrael thought with a slight smile.
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"The Duke is eating with his children; how rare," some servants thought.
They had prepared the table, and Azrael sat Abel in his chair. Charles sat next to Abel, and Azrael sat at the head of the table next to Abel's left.
"Dad, why were you always ignoring us then," Abel asked.
"That's because I was swamped. It's hard to keep our people happy, especially with the war between our empire and the Semiela Empire. Also, the Royal Spring Ball is coming up; we're worried about terrorist attacks during the event."
"That's right. The Duranne Duchey protects the kingdom from external threats and keeps other nobles in line. But a ball? It''s possible I could meet the main characters of the Otome game. That game had a weird title and a lot of bad endings. It was quite the sadistic game, but that means I'm equally masochistic," Abel thought.
"Also, Abel, I curse a lot, but I'm pretty sure I didn't say that much around you. Who taught you that crude language?" Azrael asked curiously with a smirk.
"I heard it from the knights before when they were training. They were talking about their drunken deadbeat of a father," Abel lied with a chuckle.
"Geez, I'll have to talk to them about that. Anyway, Abel and Charles, you will both attend the ball with me. This is your chance to meet some friends of the empire your age."
"Friends of the empire?"
"Yeah, it's good to have people to depend on. I know I'm not the best at relaying my problems to my friends, but they understand me well. Although, there are a few of them I want to crack open their skulls like eggs," He said before cutting his steak on the plate.
"So the ball is when?"
"Tomorrow night, we'll get there using the transportation circle," he said.
"Transportation circle," Abel asked.
"We come from a long line of magicians, so our transportation circle is on the estate. Although this is your first time, it'll probably make you nauseous."
"Sounds fun."
Abel looked at his plate and then at the smaller utensils before him. However, looking at the plate, he could smell something off.
"Why does my plate smell like this? It's steak; it should smell savory, but it smells slightly sweet and rotten. Wait, could it be?" Abel thought.
