“Please... Take care of my people...”-Lancelot Ral Constance- Sakamaki Yuu is a gay, middle-aged, disabled man. His vices are what makes him shy away from society, yet he harboured hope for a change in his life. It didn’t get any better. Receiving a report on his deteriorating health makes it feel like the entire world is falling on him. Rather than hoping for a change, he now hoped that he could at least leave a trace on this world, which was what caused him to insist becoming the donor for her nephew. A heart donor, which guarantees absolute death. Yet at the very least, his heart would live well inside her. It’s okay if his heart is the only trace that he left. That’s what should happen. Yet by the time he opened his eyes, he realized that he was reincarnated as one of the mobs that supports the villainess in one of the web novels that he had read, namely Lancelot Ral Constance. Not only that, his character is destined to die in a month by the crown prince’s hand. That being said, how donating his heart has to do anything with him waking up as a completely different person? And what’s with these people calling him a noble? And what’s with this need to appeal his knowledge to help the townsfolk? And why the crown prince is handsome damnit! [Uploading cadence: Every Sunday]
View MoreLancelot’s POV“Oh, thank goodness you’re alive, My Lord! You don’t know how worried I was when you suddenly disappeared like that!” Hans wailed as he grabbed both of my hands. Behind him, were all the servants of the County, all hoarding me and were expressing their concern of me.“Thank you, but I am fine, as you can see.” I replied, accompanied with a troubled chuckle. Even in dire situations, they never failed to light up my mood.“Lord Lancelot.” A voice greeted me. I looked around the crowd and noticed Rokhan standing at a safe distance from the crowd. He probably didn’t want to get squashed like I did.“If you will, we need to talk for a moment, along with Lord Aran and His Highness.” He pointed his gaze at me, then slightly glanced at both Aran and Asher, who was somewhere nearby.“Ehhh that’s unfair! Let us in on the discussion too, we want to know what hap
Lancelot’s POVThe first thought that I have in mind when I arrived at Isaiya was; where is my feet? I mean, I couldn’t see a thing apart from things that are very close to me, as an example, Asher’s hand that was holding mine.“Are you hurt anywhere?” Asher’s voice appeared, but I couldn’t make out his face that much, all because of the thick smog-like magenta aura all around us.“I’m fine.” I replied.“Thank goodness.” There was a hint of relief in his tone when he said that.“Where are we, by the way? I can’t see anything with all this smog.” I paused a bit as I looked around. “It seems we are also separated from everyone else.”“Indeed.” Asher said, agreeing to my comment. “Let’s try to get the feel of our surroundings first. I’ll try sensing Izana’s aura in the meantime.”The two of us be
Lancelot’s POV“That doesn’t sound like it will end that peacefully.” I commented. Noel giggled.“That’s what you’re concerned about? I thought that you would be worried about Asher or something.” Noel said. I shook my head in response, as I replied in a nonchalant manner. “Well, even if Lancelot were to fight both Izana and Asher right now, I don’t think he would have a chance in winning. Izana is a guardian, and Asher ranked just below his father in terms of battle prowess. Unless he used some kind of tricks, they won’t lose easily.”“Fair enough.” Noel nodded. “Which is why we will be leaving this near consciousness as soon as possible. Injuries might happen to this body if they fight, which might put a strain on you when you regained control of this body.”I nodded in understanding. Noel looked up, and seemed to be scanning the place. He then lifted his rig
Aran’s POVBack in Isaiya…You guys must have been wondering why the notion above stated Isaiya, and not the royal palace, even though I am among one of the royal secretaries and the crown prince’s closest aide.Yep.You’ve guessed it right.“If I manage to find Lancelot, I will bring him back to the royal palace, pronto. I want you to keep watch here at Isaiya. Keep the people safe, and if by chance Avery comes here, protect the people at all cost.”That was what the crown prince, Asher Sol Tristan, the supposedly anti-romantic, non-interested in people type of person, told me before he bolted with his horse somewhere. Because of his orders, which is second after the king’s decree, I have no power to refuse, so I stayed, with two knight companies ready at my beck and call.Man, I’m back at Isaiya again.I mean, it’s not like I hate this town or anything, but being far away from my home in the capital kinda gave me homesickness. I don’t have anyone waiting at home because my parents l
Asher’s POV“So, you’re telling me that Lancelot has been acting strange?” Izana chuckled. I found myself frowning towards his behaviour, which I deemed irked me a bit. But still, he has been chuckling in many serious occasions, so no surprise there.“What makes you think that way?” Izana suddenly asked. While he did, I saw him cupping his chin and looking at an indistinct direction. It’s hard to determine what his train of thoughts looked like.“…What do you mean?” I hesitated before I answered him. In hindsight, I was the only one who interacted with Lancelot after he woke up. Louis and Cecilia weren’t in the room with me to witness, so what kind of evidence do I have to prove it?“I think…” I muttered to myself, hesitating again. “He called me by my name, a lot. And he responded to my flirting as if I’ve flirted with him before.”Izana widened
Avery Ila Ronan“Your hobby doesn’t suit a cold-blooded murderer like you.”“Oh? What does a ‘cold-blooded murderer’ do then?”“What do you think?”Avery opened her eyes. The slight shifting of her aura woke her up from her brief nap, right at the moment where she saw that wretched man’s smirk.‘How nostalgic.’ She thought, as she stood up and dusted her clothes. ‘Even after death, you kept on haunting me, Enrique.’Avery kept her monologue internally, while she stared far at the distance. The mana that she projected to sense his trails was halted and shifted from one direction to another, stopping Avery and causing her to stay on observing mode. A few days ago, it halted on a single direction, but Avery chose to stay and foresee the situation first before moving. She wouldn’t want to waste more energy or mana after all.
Lancelot’s POVI heaved a low sigh.Alright, now that I have cried my eyes out and literally stained a part of Asher’s tunic, I feel calmer and more collected, and also quite hungry. My stomach was quite vocal about it, so in the very next moment, I saw several servants worked their way around the room, going from assisting me to the bathroom for a bath, setting the table, to serving the dishes.My cheeks felt hot somehow. I don’t think it’s the aftereffect of taking a bath, but more on me reminiscing of me sobbing pathetically on Asher’s shoulders. The more I thought about it, the more embarrassing it is. Well, aren’t I a successful adult for crying on someone’s shoulders? Can’t say I’m one but that’s sad, Sakamaki Yuu! And you’re already a middle-aged man to boot!Despite that, Asher looked more relaxed and nonchalant than I thought. He quietly ate while he sat on the chair next to my bed, with a small table set between him and my bed. As for me, I ate on the small table erected on t
(Lancelot’s POV)I didn’t know how grateful I was when I opened my eyes to a dimly lit surrounding. Upon longer dithering, I assumed that I was laying down on a bed, and that its barely dawn. I laboriously pulled myself up to sit; wanting to take a proper look at the rising sun, through the glass window across me.“…Lancelot?”I halted, upon hearing a voice to my side.It took me some time to register whose voice it was, but when I turned beside me, I saw a figure towering me. The little sunlight from the rising sun made his raven hair glimmery, and I saw those silver eyes looked directly into mine.“Ash-” I wasn’t able to finish that word, before getting wrapped up in an embrace. That caused me to flinch a bit. In that moment, a distinct amount of warmth usurped within, causing me to blush.Asher…That was the only thing I could think of. I slipped both of my arms behind his back and clung tightly onto him, as I enjoyed the radiating warmth of his body. And as if knowing my intention
Lancelot’s POV“Phew…” I heaved out a long sigh.Never have I ever imagined that I could be bruised and battered even in the land beneath my consciousness. I thought so as I looked at myself. Approximately some time ago, I got stabbed by the original Lancelot, and was fading away quite fast, but somehow my body is okay now and I don’t feel that pain anymore.“But…” I gazed towards my surroundings. There’s nothing but white all around me. And because I’m here, I don’t think my body outside is conscious. Maybe. I did feel like I had almost grasped the string of consciousness within me, but it was only for a brief time, and only happened once in a while. How do I get out from this situation?“So, you’re the one Izana has been talking frequently about.” A voice suddenly appeared, snapping me from my pondering, and rendering me to flinch in surprise.“Wha-”
(Lancelot’s POV)GASP! I sprung up, sweat dripped down from the side of my face until it trickled the lining of my collarbone. Strange, I thought I have already died when they said they are going to take my heart for the heart transplant for my nephew. Am I alive because they are able to find another heart substitute to be able to be donated to me?No no, no way. I believe I have already died, because the ceiling and the surrounding felt unfamiliar to me, it looks too british-like compared to the usual white ceiling of the hospital ward.Where am I?“Master, are you alright?” A butler inched closer. Despite his stoic appearance and that tail coat as well as that sophiticated aura his old self emits, I don’t think I recognize who he is. “Who are you?” I blurted. He smiled politely at me as a response before bowing his head in a respective manner. “Sire, my name is Taylor. I am the head butler of this mansion.”Taylor.... Wait.“Taylor James?”The old butler nodded....
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