Transmigration: Forced to Be a Fake

4 - too cold

Speaking of Meridian characters, there is actually a reason why Laila uses the name Meridian as the main character.

He said, Meridians are the main picture of the main character who lives in a little bit in order to fit the standards of the fantasy world.

Today, as he reflected, the Meridians re-observed his face and body.

Laila is a crazy author. This Meridian body shape seemed perfect. Especially in the booty part that looks toned protruding, split sexy.

She was emulating Meridians in the real world, but Meridian was upset that it took her a year to form her dream butt, while this girl had it just because she was a novel character.

Let alone workout, his hands raised upwards alone already feels sore. The story of where this skinny guy got booty peaches so?

Her chest is a little small. Not as big as a Meridian chest in the real world. But the proportion of his body was perfect, because the face of this Meridian was indeed somewhat childish.

Ck.

Meridians were a bit uneasy about all this.

Counted three days. Why is he actually here? Why isn't Laila also in the Summon?

There was at least someone who could beat Meridian.

"Meridians?" The bathroom door was knocked, and Raphael's voice rang out. "I'm sorry I didn't deserve it, but your waitress is worried. You all right?"

Meridian breathed. Taking the bathrobe with his thin hands, charged hurriedly before he came out.

"Thank God." Raphael smiled gently. "I'll be waiting for you outside. Dress up all over."

Does he need to say that?

But whatever.

After Raphael left, the waiter came to help him put on a dress. Meridian felt like she was going to die while she was wearing a corset—from there she understood why the corset was no longer used in modern times, because really if there was torture, harassment, restraint of women, the corset was not used in modern times, then that thing is the culprit—only to appear upright wearing a strange dress.

If not mistakenly remembered, the taste of Laila's dress was more towards long-sleeved but tight dresses. Really not the taste of Meridian who likes short sleeves so as not to get hot easily.

For now, he is patient. Obediently wear everything the waiter pairs as if he is not going for a walk but wants to get married.

It's just right that Raphael ordered to be content.

Don't you think these crystal-eyed Meridians like to dress up like this?

Heh. The Meridians should not have allowed him to use the name Meridians on the main character.

After wearing heels three inches, Meridian drag his tired feet first.

Again he cussed Laila.

How can the owner of the peach booty have weak legs! Before the boot is formed, the legs first need to be strengthened. If the Meridian returns, it will scrape Laila with dumbbells to know the taste.

He thinks booty came in overnight two nights?

While murmuring inwardly, the Meridian had somehow arrived at the very bottom floor. Actually he was thinking about surrounding this mansion as well, but there was nothing important here, so he had better get around the city first.

It turns out that in front there is Father and Mother.

"Meridians."

What noble life without work, huh? The feelings of these two people were always everywhere.

"My daughter, you haven't remembered anything?"

Meridian tried to not fret as Mom hugged her.

Her real mother Meridian boro-boro said to my daughter. Meeting once a month is already profitable. But because of his mother like that, Meridian became angry with this kind of mother.

Why didn't Laila make her mother Meridian a stepmother? After all, that might explain why Dion's hair was black, and the Meridian's hair was white.

"I'm trying, Mother." Meridian reverse. Run away from that stifling embrace. "I'll excuse you then."

"Meridians." Turns out I have to take dialogue, too. "Dad knows your memory is in trouble, but isn't your attitude too cold? We're confused too, my son."

Meridian. To him, they were close-associated strangers, so it was quite a let-down.

But it seems like this father is right.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Meridians held back their ego and bowed respectfully. "Please understand my confusion. I'm trying to."

Let's escape.

...*...

Meridians hurriedly moved away, approaching a (real) horse carriage whose door was open. Of course Meridian was silent for a very long time looking at him, a whole life had only first seen a noble horse carriage.

If this were Laila's work as well, Meridians would only do one thing.

Stabbed his head hard with a golden rod.

"Meridians?"

Hufs. Let's control ourselves first.

The fantasy world is not sane. So yasudah.

Holding onto Raphael who was waiting for him, Meridian boarded the carriage. Spontaneously he gasped to find Dion and Lucas each folding their hands, sitting in a henchman in a car he thought was only for him and Raphael.

Hid.

"What's wrong with your face?" Lucas asked cynically.

"Just pissed at seeing someone." The meridians took their eyes off them. Pretending to stare out the window of the carriage while Raphael came aboard, sitting next to him.

Then silence.

A long silence, full of eyes.

Meridian knows he is strange because he claims to forget memories, but should he be seen as a criminal or the like?

What kind of nobleman has no manners?

Oh, that's right too. Nobles in novels do not know manners.

The whole.

"Are you sure your memory will return if you see the city?" Dion opened his voice.

"Of course."

"Hey, we're trying to help you. Is that how you retaliate?"

"Maybe."

Raphael patted the back of Meridian's hand. "Relax, Meridian. They're both really worried about you. Just their way is a bit unpleasant."

At least he's right.

It's not very pleasant. It's more true.

"What do you remember?" Dion asked again.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie. I at least know amnesia doesn't erase your memory entirely. If so, you'll have trouble communicating."

Lucas clucked. "Your servant said you said something about the war. Whatchu mean?"

Come to think of it, why did the crown prince go to war and these people were peaceful here instead?

The last person who can die is the king. It is still better if the first king dies, because indeed the age of the future king will be longer.

But this, the future king was even into the battlefield, while these crocoes were busy grumbling.

"Huh." Meridians could not bear to sigh in disappointment.

At least let this handsome man also win the title of war hero. Why just Andaru?

"Is answering even difficult for you now?"

"Dion, relax. Meridians are just a confusion."

"Look at his face." Lucas pointed at Meridian. "Where is the confusion on his face? He's just pissed and toying."

Meridian stared intently at the two handsome men. "If I'm playing around, my dear brother, why take the time to help me? Children who lie to get attention should be ignored. I didn't ask you to accompany me. I asked Raphael to accompany me."

Silent.

"Hey, I think that's enough." Raphael looked somewhat defensive. "I know it's hard to believe, but is there another explanation of the Meridian's attitude now? We all know him from birth."

What a good explanation.

Especially since the response was silent.

The meridians became free to contemplate while looking at the situation outside.

...*...