Prologue
“Well, good-looking.”
Fierce yet charming eyes, jet-black pupils, and glowing skin full of vitality. Even upon looking at myself reflected in the mirror again, I appeared quite handsome.
At this level, I could rival the ‘original me.’
Tall and slender, with legs that stretched on endlessly despite being only 16 years old. And with firm, toned muscles to boot.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I am not a narcissist.
Sure, this body is mine, but I am not it. It’s not right to refer to it that way.
“Young master, as per your orders, all preparations have been completed. You may now depart…”
“I was about to leave anyway. Stop rushing and open the door.”
– Creak.
The large door swings open. As light floods in, the servants lined up in front of it come into view. All of them bow politely.
These individuals, showing proper respect, are all my attendants.
“Farewell, young master. Have a safe journey.”
Though there were several people, the voices sounded simultaneously. Yes, this is how it should be – the outing of a distinguished aristocrat’s descendant.
“Very well.”
With a slight smile, I stepped out through the door.
Schughartz Trois Vargan, the spirited third son of a prominent aristocrat.
The villain and antagonist of this novel.
Inhabiting his body for a week now.
“Well then, shall we go and kidnap the heroine?”
I will live as I please.