Chapter 1: A Clichéd Transmigration Plot

Chapter 1: A Clichéd Transmigration Plot

TL: Etude

The harsh cold wind swirled in the pitch-black night sky. It was deep into the night, yet the main bedroom in the castle of the Lord of Lakeheart Town was still brightly lit.

On the large bed in the bedroom lay a chubby, black-haired boy, about in his teens, currently unconscious. Not far from the bed, the castles butler, Philip, was anxiously pacing. He alternated his gaze between the young boy on the bed and the priest who was busily attending to him.

Finally, the priest ceased his actions. Unable to contain his anxiety, Philip immediately asked, Father Anderson, how is the young master?

Father Anderson turned around, a look of regret on his face. Butler Philip, unfortunately, the herbs previously applied and the holy water I just administered seem to have had no effect on Young Master Paul. I have only one more method left to try, if you agree to it.

What method is that?

Bloodletting therapy. I learned it from a traveling physician. According to him, this method is widely used in most areas of the Gabella Empire and the Rolman Kingdom and has remarkable effects on certain unusual ailments.

Bloodletting? Butler Philip felt a wave of dizziness at the mention of the word.

After pondering for a moment, he finally gritted his teeth and said, Alright, Father Anderson, lets do as you suggest.

Good, may the Lord of Light bless Young Master Paul.

Father Anderson raised his hands in prayer to his deity. Then, he instructed Philip to place a copper basin under the bed and took out a sharp small knife from the box he carried.

As he was about to make a cut on the boys arm, which he had pulled out from under the blankets, he suddenly felt the boys pulse twitch under his left hand that was holding the boys arm, followed by a series of strong beats. Sensing something unusual, Father Anderson put down the knife and continued to observe.

The boys pulse gradually stabilized, and then, his eyelids slowly opened.

Blessed by the Lord of Light! exclaimed Father Anderson and Butler Philip in unison, surprised and delighted.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Where am I? Why do I feel sticky? Paul noticed he was speaking the same unfamiliar language as the others.

Youre in your bedroom, young master. Youre covered in an ointment applied by Father Anderson. Please try not to move too much, explained the butler.

Young master? Who are you?

Seeing that the young master did not recognize him, Philip looked bewildered and turned to Father Anderson for an explanation.

Dont worry, Mr. Butler. Temporary amnesia after a coma is not uncommon. With adequate rest and care, your guidance will gradually help him recover, assured Father Anderson.

Relieved, Anderson continued to check on Paul. He seems to be fine physically. Lets let him rest for today. Keep the ointment on and clean it off tomorrow.

Thank you so much for your help today, Philip gratefully said.

Its my duty. Ill leave now and return tomorrow to check on the young master.

Paul, now somewhat more lucid, realized the reality of his transmigration. How did this happen? He was just asleep, and now hes in another world? He lay back down, forcing himself to calm down and prioritize survival in this new world.

From the looks of it, his current identity seemed to be of high status, which meant his basic needs would likely be met. Although he had lost his previous memories, he could speak the language of this world. Using amnesia as an excuse seemed like a feasible way to blend in, and this thought slightly eased his mind.

After a while, Butler Philip returned, tidied up his bed, and said, Rest well tonight, young master. If you need anything, just pull the bell rope by your bed. Ill be in the next room. With a respectful bow, he left.

Paul lay in bed, beginning to carefully consider his future in this new life

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