Finding

(30) Realization

Almost everything was just like before with his father. The only exception was that Tord listened to the man and obeyed him. Heck, he even did his best to smile so brightly at Claude that Tord wondered if it was too much to follow the lead and act like the protagonist of a story that he once read that in a sense had the similar situation with him.

The only difference that he had with that protagonist was that he was a boy and he willingly traveled to where he was currently right now and forcefully inhabited his current body. But he had a somewhat similar name from that person and his father too had the exact same name and appearance as the protagonist's father.

Anyway, Tord knows that he might be laying it in too thick. But...The way his father was behaving was just pretty entertaining on itself.

From being so cold to warm in just a few moments, Tord was starting to get the idea where he had inherited the sudden mood changes. It pretty much looked like he got it from his father.

Tord smiled at such a thought and massaged his cheeks as he could feel how his face was getting more exercise. Showing different facial expressions as a child in this current timeline was making him use more of his facial muscles as to compared to his original one as a kid which was why Tord hoped he wouldn't get any wrinkles or laugh lines just because he had to smile.

Thinking about himself having laugh lines, a grimace found itself on his face and Tord decided that he might as well only act as a good and happy child when in front of his father and in certain circumstances.

After all, his goal isn't to be like a certain blond princess that anchored herself to her father, but instead his goal is to make sure things turn out right and meet his friends again. He wasn't Athanasia Alger de Obelia of the novel and manhwa 'Who Made Me a Princess.' Instead, he was Tord Athanasia Obelia and he was his own person with his own motives and agendas.

His goal is to be with the gang and convince them to join his side once the war comes. To have Edd, Matt and Tom supporting him while he makes his enemies fall and rules the world was what he wanted.

Speaking of the gang, Tord knew that his friends would currently be four right now just like him. Just two more years and he could finally see them since they'd enroll in the same school for their Year 1 or Kindergarten.

Thinking about it, they all used to attend Meyers-Avery School since it was all close to them in London. But now, Tord was wondering if he should connect with his contacts in England already and convince or guide his other friend's parents to send the trio to another school since there's a high chance that their standing would affect their choice of schooling.

But as he thought more about it, Tord decided to not change where they were about to study and instead focus on the fact that they should be enrolled all together in the same school. That's what matters now. After all, that's where his tentative friendship with the gang started.

That being said, Tord knew that he didn't want to spend the rest of his years there; in a room full of hormonal children. Which was why once he made basic contact with his friends, he plans to stay in America for a few years and get himself his degree there just like in his old timeline but earlier.

That instead of heading to America when he was ten and finishing high school in just one year in that age, he'd head earlier. Followed by it are his degrees and soon his PhDs so by the time he's sixteen he should already be finished with whatever other educational crap he decided to do or undertake.

Then, with his remaining free time he would be able to use it for further planning and maybe check up on his friends. That way, he could make sure things in this aspect of his interactions with his friends would still be the same.

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It was changing just like how it did in his original lifetime.

Tord noticed how his hair was now becoming more of silver instead of blond and his eyes were now both becoming their usual green. Blinking his eyes at what the mirror was showing him, Tord sighed and looked outside the window to find it raining heavily.

It had already been four months since he lived with his father in New York City when he and Claude got themselves getting accosted by some familiar people. The familiar people were from the main family and the reason for the main family's sudden interest was because they found out about his existence. Which in turn was the reason why he and his dad moved here in Norway since the last confrontation ended up with his father getting furious and killing the bastards which the main clan sent through a fight.

Thinking about it, Tord wondered how did the main family know about him this early in time when last he remembered was that they only knew of his existence at the sixth month on which he lived in New York with Claude. What changed? What got the main family's attention?

But a sudden thought made Tord pause in his pacing steps.

Compared to back then, he was more active and obedient to his father in this timeline. And... (1) Faen.

Tord groaned as he suddenly realized what changed things. His current 'Daddy's little girl' attitude with Claude and always being with man was what changed and sped things up. With the way he is right now, Claude more often than not insisted that he came along. He was now usually somewhere just within the elder blond's sight; if not carried by the man himself.

No wonder they'd know about his existence. Him being taken care of by the usually indifferent man would be a huge tip-off on what he was to Claude. Add in his appearance that highly resembled his father as much as his coloring have changed a bit.

Groaning at the over looked fact, Tord berated himself for not being able to think about this outcome from ever happening. To think that back then he was the type that was able to cover all probabilities from different sides and now he's reduced to this.

Tord was angry at himself.

It seemed like staying those twenty-seven years in the past had softened him up and Tord wasn't liking any of it, at all.

Tord growled at his realization and decided that he needed to deal with this. After all, the reason his father died when he was fourteen was because of the main family's doing. Therefore, he needed to move his hand now if he didn't want to live in the exact same way where his father was always at war with group.

Making up his mind, Tord finally decided to take out his hidden cards. 

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Translation:

(1) Faen [Norwegian] - Fuck