The voice from the other side of the door hung in the air for a few seconds.
Since León hadn't responded immediately, he had remained still, processing as the screen disappeared.
The silence of the room once again filled the entire space, which he took advantage of to look around once more.
The enormous bed, the number of pieces of furniture, and the quality of the sheets. Everything about the place gave only one answer: his family was of high standing. And the girl outside was a servant.
"Yes." he finally said, "come in."
As soon as he said that, the door opened softly, and a girl entered through it.
León observed her carefully; she was short, around five foot three, with short, straight blonde hair that fell over her face almost to her nose, leaving only the lower part of her features visible.
She wore a servant's uniform, dark and straight-cut, but the outfit struggled to contain her breasts, which didn't match her height at all.
Her legs were covered in dark stockings, thick in a way that left little doubt that her rear was just as large. But unfortunately, the uniform hid it.
She walked in a straight line until she stood in front of him, giving a deep bow.
"If you wish, you may come down to have breakfast in the main dining hall," she said in a calm and firm tone. "Or if you prefer, I can bring breakfast here to your room. Whatever you decide."
León didn't respond right away.
He simply looked at her without saying anything, scanning her body and what little of her face seemed familiar, but nothing. He didn't recognize her, and she didn't seem out of the ordinary in her behavior either. Quite the opposite, she acted exactly like someone who knew her place and duties by heart.
'I must be a damn background character who didn't even appear in the game…'
That made sense, or at least it did for the next three seconds, before something happened.
Then, a sudden and direct pain focused on his head, sharp and abrupt.
León brought his hands to his temples by instinct, teeth clenched and eyes shut. In his mind, memories that weren't his began to appear, places, faces, names… entire years of memories belonging to the body he now possessed.
The girl noticed immediately.
"Sir."
She moved to his side before León even realized it, took his arm carefully, firm but without roughness, and turned him back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Sit down, slowly…"
The pain lasted only a few seconds before disappearing, leaving behind an internal silence filled with information within León.
He remained still for a few seconds.
Blinking several times, now knowing who he was.
It wasn't that he was just some random side character. He was a Mourne, the firstborn of the Mourne family, one of the most influential houses in the kingdom, with history, with territory, with a surname that would open many doors the moment it was spoken.
And he was Lily Noctveil's fiancé.
That name hit him like a bucket of cold water.
Lily Noctveil was one of the villains, one of those who appeared from the very beginning and whose story in the game barely scratched the surface because her redemption route was practically impossible to unlock.
She was beautiful in a way that was almost offensive, with a power that made most characters show her a respect that, deep down, was fear.
And in the novel, Lily's fiancé had died under strange circumstances…
León Mourne had died before the game even began, without his own scenes and without a full name in his first mention, just a background reference explaining why Lily arrived at the academy without a fiancé by her side.
But the real reason, the one León knew, was simple. Lily had eliminated him. Without much drama, without any apparent inner conflict. León Mourne had nothing she needed beyond his surname, and he was only useful until she found something better…
He swallowed. That was what awaited him, the future if he did nothing about it.
He lifted his gaze, only to be met with the sight of his servant's chest literally pressed against his face, because she had one hand on his forehead and was leaning forward with total concentration in her expression, apparently unaware of the image she was creating.
"You don't have a fever," she murmured almost to herself. "But you're completely sweaty."
León needed a few seconds just to return to reality.
The girl in front of him was Lena. His personal servant since he could remember, trained for it since childhood, devoted to León Mourne with a loyalty that wasn't obligation but something closer to obsession.
And the memories he now had weren't just of her face or name, but of every detail… of how she would bend down to serve him tea and her breasts would fall in a certain way that revealed the cleavage between them.
Of how she cleaned the highest shelves and the hem of her skirt would rise without her seeming to notice, leaving her thick thighs in view along with the lower part of her full rear.
Basically, everything she did in front of him was done in such an intentional and provocative way that the original León had ignored with a consistency that bordered on the superhuman.
If it were him, he would have already done something about it…
He swallowed again before looking her in the face.
"Lena," he said, her name coming out very naturally, surprising him slightly.
She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, with a serious and attentive expression.
"Yes, sir?" she asked, subtly tilting her head to one side, causing a movement of her large breasts that made León's body shiver slightly.
He ran a hand through his long hair, moving it away from his face, and glanced toward the bathroom door for a moment before returning his attention to her.
"Prepare the bath," he said. "And stay. I need you to help me with something."
The girl simply nodded slowly, somewhat curious about what he meant. Her mind couldn't help but wander to certain things she could do in the bath with her master, causing a faint blush that her hair concealed.