"Tskk…Tskk"
"What a body you have, Ethan. You should be working as a male server in one of the big cities. Women there would be lining up for you to take it in?"
"Take in?"
"Is that even possible?"
"Why? Can't he make it stand?"
"Stand? Have you even seen his… big kong spear? You'd be speechless if you did."
The group burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the narrow servant quarters.
Ethan, the target of their teasing, only shook his head with a faint, bitter smile. "Stop talking about these naughty things and get to work."
His voice carried the calm authority of someone who didn't need to raise it to be heard.
He buttoned up his servant's uniform, the crisp fabric rustling softly. The other male servants working for House Blanks trailed alongside him, still grinning.
"Ethan, I'm not joking," one of them said. "With your appearance, it's really unfair for you to be a servant."
Ethan patted the man's shoulder, his grip firm but friendly. "Dreams without strength mean nothing, buddy. Let's go. We can't waste time."
They stepped out into the morning light. The first golden rays filtered through the manor's tall windows, spilling across the polished floors.
Outside, Blanks Manor was already stirring,maids hurried across the courtyard with baskets, and the sound of sweeping brooms mixed with the distant clatter of kitchenware.
"Ethan, go check on the horses and feed them," came a stern order from Olive, the head butler.
"Horses… again?" Ethan muttered under his breath.
Olive's sharp gaze pinned him in place. "Ever since you fed them in Gregor's absence, they won't eat from anyone else's hand."
Ethan's lips twitched, half amused, half annoyed. 'How is it my fault the horses like me more than others?' he thought.
Sighing, he walked toward the stables. The early sunlight fell over his face, and for a moment, he lifted his chin to take it in. "What a nice day," he murmured. But when no one was around, his voice lost its warmth.
He wasn't from this world.
He was a transmigrator not born here, nor was he inhabiting someone else's body. Back on Earth, he had been a fashion model and designer, standing at the peak of his career.
With white hair and 6 feet,his appearance was similar to Gojo making even 2d boy lover girls go crazy.
It's just he was too hot to handle.
When he appeared in public the chaos from his fans was so overwhelming that he had to flee in secret.
And then fate fucked him up.
One day just as he got into his car, a truck came out of nowhere and crashed into him.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying naked in a wheat field,three years ago.
He woke up younger, with skin so smooth and a face so striking that even his prime years didn't compare. A kind farmer had taken him in after he claimed bandits had robbed him and threw him into the fields after being knocked out.
Fortunately, the common language here was English, saving him from an even greater struggle.
Through twists and turns, he ended up here at Blanks Manor, though he knew it was mostly his looks that had opened the door for him.
"Come on, Ethan, time to work," he reminded himself quietly.
The stable doors creaked open, letting in a faint scent of hay and warm leather. Inside stood the Baron's prized warhorses.
They are tall, muscular creatures with glossy coats and sharp eyes. Their breaths came out in soft clouds in the cool morning air.
Ethan stepped closer, resting a gentle hand on a horse's neck before feeding it straw, piece by piece.
NEIGHHHH!
"What's with you guys?" he said softly. "It's fine if you're female, but you're all male. Don't make me uncomfortable."
"Are you all gay or what?"
The horses neighed loudly, almost as if snorting. A small smile touched his lips, and he let out a quiet chuckle.
Then, from somewhere outside, the sudden sound of raised voices and hurried footsteps broke the calm.
Ethan's head turned sharply. "What happened?"
Ethan turned around and froze. A large group of bloodied, armored guards were rushing in, carrying a badly beaten and battered man.
Ethan's face went pale when he recognized him.
"Lord Baron…"
His mind went blank. He had seen wounded soldiers before, but never so many injured and covered in blood rushing in at once.
He ran toward them, in panic. "What's going on?"
One of the guards looked at him from afar and shouted, "Quickly! Go tell Sir Oliver to call a doctor. The Lord's life is in danger!"
Ethan didn't waste a second. He dropped everything and ran, finding Oliver and quickly telling him what had happened.
The mansion soon filled with chaos. Servants rushed in all directions, and cries of panic echoed through the halls.
Ethan caught sight of a young woman with long black hair, beautiful yet pale with fear, hurrying upstairs.
She paused a bit as her gaze lingered on Ethan but he averted it.She was Baron's lovely daughter who always tried to flirt with him but he always ran away but today she just took a look at him and left.
Noticing this,a servant spoke,"You should just accept her?Why are you always running away from girls?Are you into man or what?"
Hearing this,Ethan showed middle finger to guy beside him
Then a few maids surrounded him, their faces tense. "What happened?" one asked.
"How did the Lord get hurt so badly?" another demanded.
Questions came from every side.
"I don't know anything," Ethan said, shaking his head. His answer only deepened the tension.
Then someone muttered, "What if the Baron dies?"
"Are you crazy?" another hissed, quickly covering the man's mouth before he could say more and bring trouble on himself.
.....
Upstairs, the air was heavy and grim.
A young woman stood there, her lips pressed tightly together, her face pale with shock. "How did this happen? Father only went on a simple trip. Why was he hurt this badly?"
Beside her, the head maid, Nina, held her shoulders. "My Lady, please calm down. You are the highest authority here right now. You cannot lose yourself," she said in a worried tone.
She was Sophie Blank, the Baron's only daughter. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and the Baron, who had loved his wife deeply, never married again.
As for the matter of an heir, although Sophie was not a son, the Baron had never been worried. As long as she married and bore a boy with good talent, the family line would continue.
At that moment, Randal, the head knight and the Baron's most trusted aide, spoke, his voice heavy with guilt. "It's our fault. We should have stopped the Lord from going into the mines."
"But who could have known we would run into such a terrifying beast of the Intermediate stage?"
Sophie's eyes widened. "A beast? What happened to it?"
"The Lord fought with all his strength and managed to kill it… but at a terrible cost." Tears slipped down Randal's face as he spoke.
The doctor arrived shortly after, but after examining the Baron, he shook his head. "I can't do anything. We need healing potions."
His words sent a wave of panic through everyone present.
"I have already sent people to buy the potions, no matter the cost," Oliver said, his expression grim.
At that moment, the Baron's hand twitched.
"Sophie…"
"Father, don't speak," Sophie said quickly, trying to stop him.
He shook his head and gently touched her cheek. "Sophie… I am sorry I can't stay with you any longer."
"No, don't say that…"
"Listen carefully," he said, his voice weakening.
"You must marry as soon as possible. I will allow you to choose him, but you must have a child quickly. You cannot be willful anymore."
"You need to act mature.."
"Father..stop…I promise…I will be a good girl so please.."
"Sophh…My love.."
Baron, who had been muttering softly in delight, suddenly stopped, the light faded from his eyes.His hand slipped from hers and fell heavily to his side.
Everyone in the room froze for a moment,leaving Sophia and everyone bewildered.
"HUHHH!"
There was an expression of shock and disbelief, so profound that none could react for a few minutes.
"NOOO!"
"MY LORDD!"
"FATHERRRR"
Soon, screams of despair and pain erupted across the barony.