Witch Circle 9 Transmigrated To Marry

Chapter 2

Kean opened the window and looked at the scene in front of him. As expected, he was no longer in the world he used to be in. The world is very different, ranging from building styles, types of plants that he does not know, people who are strangers, clothing styles and other things that may be trivial.

Kean told the waiter to make food just for a moment of thought without being bothered by anyone. And as he had guessed, there were some servants passing by but no one paid any respect to him. The one who emphasized his identity was underestimated even though he was a 'young master'.

Kean did not care about it because any flattery would have no effect on him. She walked towards the bathroom with her body memory and took a quick shower. After that dress the same model as the one he previously wore.

It is not that he does not want to wear another model, but all the clothes in the closet have the same model. Plain white shirt and black pants. Which was basically just a lack of black vests to make it similar to the clothes of the male servants in this mansion.

"Is this noble family poor?" Kean muttered the question.

The knock on the door rang out again and Kean had the middle-aged servant outside come in. The waiter came in carrying a tray with a plate of bread and an egg of beef eyes, he put it on the window-side table where his 'young master' sat.

"Please sir."

"Thank you."

"Ford, can I see what kind of figure I'll be betrothed to?" Ford was the name of that servant that he knew from the memories of his body now.

Kean realized this body used to have a soul, but it was lost which meant the previous owner lost his life. And he is the owner of this body now.

However it was difficult to see the memories relating to the host of this mansion. And only trivial things and bodily habits could make Kean know some information about this world.

He suspected it was due to psychological issues related to the trauma, which made him unable to scrape anything related to the 'home master'. All he knew about her was that she was the father of the original body owner.

Kean did not try to ferret out the bitterness of this body in honor of its original owner. Even if he remembered it later, he would avenge the original owner of the body if necessary.

Kean paid no attention to this anymore and ate his breakfast quickly. Ford's servant was very obedient to him, unlike the other servants and immediately showed what he asked for. Projections of a virtual screen appeared above the wrists of Ford wearing the watch. He knew it was his name because it also included common things in this world.

Kean almost thought it was magic if he did not feel any magic power fluctuation from that thing. The Ford waiter then presses down how many times it is on the screen and immediately a picture of someone is shown to him.

In the picture there is a tall man with a straight shoulder. His posture was even more pleasing to the eye than the swordsman warriors he had seen before. The man also wore a uniform that looked neat and spotless.

His eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were cold looking oppressive. Although the man was well-dressed and looked abstinent, Kean felt that he looked fragile. Because those dark eyes don't have light.

As if tired of the world, want to be free from anything that prevents it. But he couldn't let go at all costs.

Kean momentarily felt like he was looking at his old self. Waiting in a dark prison cell. Waiting for someone to come to save him. Someone did come later, but not to make him free.

Because the people there admired him, but were also afraid and wary of him. The nobles or the royal family who ask for his help will thank him and appreciate him, but also always keep an eye on him because in their eyes Kean Reoneore can be a double-edged sword at any time. Being strong can not only protect yourself, but also make him an existence that threatens the interests of a narrow-minded and self-justifying person.

Kean doesn't really like this kind of human nature. And seeing a man who seemed to be in the same position as her used to make her feel a certain closeness even though they never met once.

"Young master, you certainly know him. He is one of the youngest Marshal of the Empire. News about it is everywhere and you can find it for yourself" Ford said. Kean nodded after seeing the name below the picture.

"When's the wedding?" ask Kean.

"Tomorrow."

"So fast?"

"Yes. The empire is currently at war with the Zerg. And Marshal Creone needs to be in the front row and can't leave it for too long" Ford said.

"Why not decide to postpone it until the war is over?"

"It was agreed in advance by the Marshal's father and Master. But it has also been delayed too long since Miss Ayunda disagreed."

"Then why didn't the Marshal just marry Ayunda?" ask Kean. All he knows from the memory of the original owner's body, Ayunda is the host's son, but from a different mother than the original owner's body. Kean could imagine how messy it was.

He also remembered his original owner having met the Marshal and his father. The host wanted to match his son Ayunda to the Marshal, but the Marshal did not like him, and suddenly mentioned the name of the original owner and said he would only marry the original owner of the body.

From what he saw in the picture, Kean guessed this Marshal Creone hated something troublesome a lot. And his 'sister' was arguably troublesome because of his nature. Then looking at the thin and malnourished body of the original owner, as well as his easily oppressed nature, if Kean became Marshal Creone, he would also prefer the original body owner.

Like an asshole but there's nothing wrong with his logic if you put your feelings aside. Because their marriage was also not preceded by feelings from the beginning. Kean also did not expect the happiness of a normal couple after the wedding, because right now he only needed a place where he could calm down to recover his strength.

"Give me when the time comes." Kean said as he got up to lie in the bed.

"Good." Ford then left with an empty tray and plate.

The room became quiet again and Kean rubbed his aching temple. The original owner's body was really too weak. Thinking a little hard will give him a headache. Kean wondered if the host was raising a child or grass.

Every day water it, but also let it be trampled. And there will come a time to be pruned if it withers or grows too high.