I don't know English and used a translator
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**In a luxurious mansion, the servants hurried through in a hurried stream, concerned about some event. This event was a young boy approximately fifteen years old — he looked confused and a little scared.**
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I woke up and found myself inside a luxurious room. Everything around was brightly lit by the daylight coming through the huge windows. The room was filled with beauty and wealth: a soft carpet, antique furniture, paintings on the walls. Everything seemed unreal.
I raised myself slightly, looking around. A chaos of thoughts was running through my mind: fear, bewilderment, a sense of unreality of what was happening.
Stop! Where am I? This is obviously not my apartment!
Who are all these people?!
-Where am I?! Who are you?! -the young man cried out in panic.
In response, the old butler sank to his knees:
-My lord... You've finally woken up from your coma...
"coma!?"
Thoughts flashed in the young man's mind one after another:"So, calm down… (inhale, exhale)"The first thought was — "I've been kidnapped?!", but his hands were free, and only the feeling of weakness did not leave him — as if he hadn't eaten for a long time.
However, this did not look like a kidnapping. — then who are these people?
Overcoming his fear, the young man asked:
— W-who are you?
In response, a strong, swarthy man with a gray beard replied:
— I am your butler. You have been unconscious for a long time. Are you alright? Do you need anything? — he asked, obviously with concern.
— Mr. Wallis, please, do not press on the young Lord, — someone, resembling a doctor, intervened.
The butler slightly bowed his head, trying to maintain dignity, but it was clear that he was concerned about the condition of the gentleman.
The young man swallowed and said:
— C-can I see the mirror?
The butler gave a command to the maid, and the mirror was immediately brought. He handed it to the young man.
— Th-this... — the young man dropped the mirror from his hands.
— W-what happened, young Master?! — they asked anxiously.
— What is my name? — he asked, looking into the mirror.
The butler hesitated, but fulfilled his request.
— ...Young Master, your name is Maxwell... Maxwell von Kron...
Silence — and after a minute, Maxwell finally spoke:
— Leave...
The butler immediately ordered everyone to vacate the room, and soon he himself left...
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Meanwhile, in another room:
— Doctor, what is wrong with the young lord? — asked the chief butler Wallis.
— He might have come out of the coma and lost his memory. "All we can do is not pressure him and give time for recovery," replied the doctor.
"I see, thank you," answered Wallis, gesturing for everyone to disperse, except for one maid.
"You will stay at the door," he said sternly. — Check his condition in ten minutes.
— Understood, chief butler, — thought the maid. "Why me!?"
She was clearly uncomfortable staying alone with Maxwell...
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And Maxwell himself, lying in another room, could not get rid of the sensations:
"I... I can't be him! It's just a dream, right?!"He tried to pinch himself — and felt the reality Maxwell von Kron — one of the villains in the game "Sword Hero's Adventures!"The title was banal, but the game was quite interesting. Although the plot seemed formulaic, the hero went on a dangerous journey, assembled a team of five people — most chose girls for romance, but he chose companions out of necessity.
He thought to himself:
"Well, what should I do?
Maxwell is a character who hates all commoners. In the game, he had many arguments with the main character because he (Max) didn't like the fact that the main character was friends with the nobility, even though he was a commoner.
He died as a result of his evil deeds; the main character killed him when he decided to stage a coup in the country.
And now he is afraid — will I die at the hands of the main character?
This is nonsense, I can't be in the game!
"Okay, maybe I'll just try not to do anything bad..." he sighed. "But that won't work either. It's very strange, suspicious. After all, his parents were terrible people too...
What should I do then?..
"I should at least look around..."
He got out of bed and cautiously examined the room.
The windows were covered with thick dark curtains, through which warm light streamed.
*So it's daytime.*
The furniture was made of dark wood: a single nightstand, a huge wardrobe, a mirror about two meters high, a table with ink and a calligraphy set, a bookcase — and that was all.
"Maybe I should get dressed?" he thought.
He walked over to the mirror and finally convinced himself that it wasn't him. He used to have black eyes and brown hair, but in the reflection was a boy with sharp red eyes and hair as black as pitch.
"Very... realistic..."
He noted:
"I should change so I don't have to walk around in my pajamas."
He grabbed the first outfit he could find: black pants, a burgundy shirt, a black vest, a tie, and shoes.
"Seems to fit..." Maxwell smiled, forgetting his worries for a moment.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
-Young sir, may I come in? - he heard.
*What, have I completely forgotten who I am?* he thought in panic.
But he decided to let the person in.
-Come in.
The door creaked.
A maid of about twenty-five entered the room, looking a little nervous.
-I came to check on you, sir.
-I see... What's your name again? -he asked, deciding to start with that.
-Did I do something wrong?! -the maid asked, frightened, falling to her knees.
-What are you apologizing for?- Maxwell asked.
-For my behavior, sir...-the maid replied, not finding any reason why anyone could be angry with her
She was clearly frightened, but he noticed that she was afraid .
*! That's right! I'm Maxwell!* — it suddenly dawned on him.
*He was known for his temper, cruelty, and irritability. What now? What should I do?!*
-Ahem! Get up. Stop lying there and ruining my carpet- he said coldly and threateningly. "Wow, he said that so naturally!"
-Y-yes, my lord!
-And now, what is your name?
-R-Rose Becker!
At the moment Maxwell raised his hand to scratch his chin, the maid instinctively closed her eyes.
— Don't be afraid, just answer my questions.
— ?! Yes, of course, sir!
— Good. How old am I? — he asked.
— 15!
— Where am I?— he continued.
— In your private mansion.
— Why was I lying in bed?
— I only know that you lost consciousness during training.
— I see... — he quietly replied Lost in thought, he felt hungry.— Bring me food... And then — you're free.
— Yes! — the maid cheered. That he was not only not beaten but also seemingly not scolded — "How lucky!"
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I hope you found it interesting to read, and I hope to make the next chapter more interesting and more understandable!