Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 3: The Beginning of Life in Another World

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Paul Greyman yawned and stretched lazily.

"Young Master Paul, pardon my bluntness, but your recent actions do not befit the heir of your family," Butler Philip once again pointed out his "impropriety."

"Here we go again," Paul muttered to himself as he straightened up.

Since waking up that morning, whether it was dressing, washing up, or eating, this butler constantly found fault with his every move.

And by the way, the "toothbrush and toothpaste" used for washing up turned out to be a twig and salt, and the "soap" for washing his face was made from pig pancreas—completely natural.

The priest who came last night returned once more to confirm that his body was no longer in any danger before leaving.

Upon waking up, Paul found his head filled with many fragmented memories from the previous owner of this body. It seemed he was the son of an earl, and his usual behavior was no different from the idle and debauched noble sons he knew from his previous life. Fortunately, his body was still young, so he hadn't done anything too terrible.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for him now, the father of this body had led troops to fight pirates a few days ago. The earl believed it was time for his son, as the family heir, to see some blood and had brought him along.

Unexpectedly, they fell into an ambush, and the earl died heroically in the breakout, while his son was knocked unconscious by a pirate's stone.

Thanks to the fierce fighting of the family knights and guards, they finally cut a bloody path back to the lord's castle, bringing back Earl Greyman's body and the unconscious young master.

The young master remained unconscious with no sign of waking, so the castle had to hold the old earl's funeral in his absence. It was a full week after his injury when Paul finally woke up.

The butler began trying to help him recover his previous memories, answering all his questions related to his "amnesia" without reservation, which saved him a lot of effort.

"So, you're saying that my father and I fell into a pirate ambush, and my father has already perished?"

"Yes, those cursed, damned, hell-bound pirates! Young Master, you must avenge the Earl!"

The butler, who had served old Greyman since his youth, couldn't help but weep bitterly, thinking of his old master's tragic death at the hands of pirates.

"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge my father. I can't wait to skin those pirates and eat their flesh," Paul said, knowing well what he should say now.

"Those pirates are quite arrogant after their recent victory and have been raiding many villages and towns, taking advantage of the leaderless territory."

"Will they attack here?"

"The knights have arranged proper defenses, and Alden Town is currently not in any danger. But since you were unconscious, everyone decided to wait for you to wake up before taking further action. I have already notified the butlers of your awakening. They will come to visit this afternoon, and I think you should discuss future plans with them."

"You're right, Philip. First, take me to my father's grave to pay my respects."

The old earl's visage became clearer in Paul's mind, and upon hearing of his death, he felt a surge of inexplicable sadness.

As more fragments of "Paul Greyman's" memories emerged in his mind, he constantly wondered whether he had taken over someone else's body or had simply regained memories of a past life.