In a world where destiny intertwines with the extraordinary, 19-year-old Alexander Shard finds himself thrust into an adventure beyond his wildest dreams. One moment he's a typical boy from the Netherlands, and the next, he's a young Knight awakenin...
I thought in astonishment when I saw myself in the mirror. I was wearing a plain white shirt with dark pants along with a long black trenchcoat.
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He had to admit, he quite liked his current outfit. The fabric hugged his form just right, giving him the appearance of one of those male models gracing the covers of glossy magazines. As he stepped out of his room, he noticed Rem was already waiting patiently for him, her posture straight and her expression serene.
"Hello, Rem-san! I apologize for the delay," he said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth as he walked alongside her, the soft sounds of their footsteps echoing in the hallway.
Rem turned to meet his gaze, her bright blue hair cascading slightly over her shoulders. "It's no problem at all, Alex-sama. Please allow me to guide you to the dining hall," she replied, her tone both respectful and cheerful. "Of course, thank you," he responded, grateful for her assistance.
As they walked together, an odd sensation washed over him; he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the hallway. It was only when they passed the same flower pot for the third time that he decided to test his suspicions. With a focused intent, he reached out and infused a sliver of his mana into a single leaf as they walked by. To his surprise, when he turned to look, he spotted the same leaf nestled within another pot several meters behind him.
Curiosity ignited within him, and his senses sharpened as he sought out any lingering mana signatures in the vicinity. His eyes landed on one of the doors along the corridor, which emitted a faint but distinct trace of mana. The almost imperceptible aura piqued his interest, but he reminded himself that it would be prudent to keep the lord of the mansion waiting no longer. With that note firmly planted in his mind, he continued his stroll with Rem.
This world was technically still in the Age of Gods, characterized by the abundant mana swirling through the atmosphere. Unlike the Nasuverse, where the mystical energies were often a point of conflict, this realm felt almost nurturing, as if the very essence of the world was blessing its inhabitants with divine protection. "It's fortunate that I am a Saber," he mused inwardly. 'I have a feeling my magic resistance will prove invaluable here... Then again, no other class, save perhaps Caster, would thrive in such a place. Yet, I doubt even a Caster-other than Gilgamesh-could have bested Elsa.'
Trying to engage Rem in conversation and shake off his contemplative thoughts, he remarked, "You two are doing a wonderful job maintaining the Mansion, especially given its immense size." His comment was casual, aimed at making small talk with the younger maid, hoping to learn more about the intricacies of their surroundings and the lives of those who worked within the grand estate.
"Thank you, Alex-sama," Rem said, casting a sidelong glance at him, her blue hair shimmering subtly in the light. "Though I must say, you are surprisingly snarky for someone with such a chivalrous demeanor." Her flat tone held an undercurrent of amusement. He couldn't suppress a grin; her words didn't sting—rather, they tickled his sense of humor. It seemed Puck had shared tales of their morning exchanges with her.
