Chapter 1

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“Master! You have finally woken up!”

What jumped into my sight the moment I opened my eyes was a beautiful busty maid with blonde hair and tear-filled blue eyes.

She’s beautiful enough to hook any regular men, but I’m different.

I’ve seen those kinds of beauties until I’ve gotten sick of them.

Rather than that, I’m more interested in something different.

“…Mas,ter?”

My hazy conscience instantly woke up after hearing the low, husky voice coming from my own throat.

“Ah! Pease forgive me, I will call for the doctor right away! Please wait for a moment…!”

Busty maid said so in a fluster and disappeared from my sight, hastily running towards somewhere.

I heard the sound of a heavy door closing, but first I’d better review the current situation.

First, my name.

Takada Youko.

Age, 23.

Gender, woman.

Occupation, a self-proclaimed “more than just looks” actress. Stage name, Kurenai Hitoha.

What stands out about the name is how painfully similar it is to the stage name of an Enka singer.

Send your complaints to the boss. Seriously.

Well, I wasn’t that popular but it was just about time I hit big in September after landing a minor character role (who was going to die soon) with a little long dialogue.

As to why I’m speaking in past tense, it seems that I have died.

I don’t know the cause.

My chest suddenly started to hurt, I was assaulted by a horrible headache, my whole body started aching, I felt cold all over and I couldn’t breathe.

At the same intervals as my headache, horrible tinnitus started reverberating in the back of my head and I felt a terrible nausea. Unable to even groan from the pain that surpassed all those above, my vision gradually became narrower, the sounds became distant and I couldn’t even feel my own body temperature.

At the end, I lost my consciousness…

lost in the overwhelming pain and without even time to think if I was going to die.

After that, I saw some incomprehensible dream.

Anyway, it was just too infuriating.

Some self-proclaimed God appeared in my dream,

『Sorry, I made a mistake and killed the wrong person! I want to revive you but your body is no longer in this world so please make do with the body of another person in another world who wasn’t meant to die but whose soul crossed to afterlife, okay? 』

And kept rattling on.

And this is what I’m stuck with when I woke up.

Er, where am I?

Eh, that dream wasn’t actually a dream but reality instead?

Then, I’m really dead?

So, in other words, I died in that kind of painful way because of some mistake?

I’m fucking pissed.

Unable to come in terms with my death but still recognizing that I needed to understand my current situation, I stood up and looked at my hands.

Rough and bony, but still big and beautiful hands of a man.

I put my hands on my chest and touched a well-toned chest, which could be felt even through my clothes.

Along with a unique sensation between my legs.

……………。

T H I S I S A B O D Y O F A F U C K I N G M A N!

Waitwaitwait, where did my precious F-cup boobs go?!

It’s not like I wasn’t beautiful enough for the entertainment industry where a pretty face is as common as a pebble on a road, but my biggest weapons were my acting skills, quick wit and my body!

What the fuck, what the hell is this??

Why did I turn into a man?

My mind might be in chaos from all these ridiculous things happening, but I still somehow understand that I don’t have enough time to waste on that.

I mean, earlier that maid looked at me and called me master.

In other words, I’m that maid’s superior and I have to act like it.

If I act suspiciously, at worst they’ll decide that I’ve gone crazy and if I’m lucky I’ll only have to ‘recuperate’ for some time or if I’m unlucky I’ll end up under house arrest.

…That’s probably how it’ll turn out.

I mean it’s a maid, you know?

If we’re talking about places where you can find a maid, it’s got to be a mansion or a palace or some rich person house like that, right?

When it comes to those kinds of households, they tend to eliminate everything that could harm their reputation. If they find out that one of their family members suddenly turned into a fruitcake, there’s no way I could see that going well.

…Even if that someone was their own heir, I could easily imagine them confining him at home, as long as it allowed their family to go on.

After all, I’m still an actress who’s proud of her acting skills.

There is no way I wouldn’t research circumstances in various households and various jobs.

All of this was in order to be helpful for my acting, but looks like it’s going to be of use here too.

I put my hands on my flat, yet thick chest and listened to the sound of my heart.

…I’m not dead…I’m alive

I suddenly have a male body, but, nevertheless, I’m alive.

In other words, from now on, even if I don’t like it, I will have to live in this body until my lifespan runs out and I die.

I have to keep living. Because, I don’t want to die.

I don’t want to experience that kind of incomprehensible way of dying ever again.

That’s why, it’s natural and very reasonable to think that I’d rather live in a more comfortable environment.

…When that maid comes back with a doctor, it’s a do or die.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that my future depends on how I will act from hereon.

Anyway, judging from the circumstances, I’d say that the owner of this body was terminally ill, or had fallen into some other similar situation that would cause him to die.

Alright, then things are easy.

As long as I act arrogant yet dignified…

But before that, I should at least look at my face or I might end up in trouble later.

It wouldn’t be funny if my tone and my face don’t match at all.

I looked around and found a convenient full-length mirror just beside the bed.

…I realized this only now after looking around the room, but everything noticeable is really expensive looking.

The high quality of everything from chests to full-length mirror to paintings to wallpapers is obvious even to the eyes of a layman.

But they’re all vulgar red and glittering golden in color.

It’s just super bad taste,

Also, while I’m at it, there’s a portrait of a pig-looking old man with a face that looks like he’d have a terrible personality displayed in a very flamboyant frame as if it was gorgeous painting. What’s with that?

…I wonder if that’s the lord of this house?

I’d hate if that turned out to be my father or something like that.

Oh, I get it. I bet he’s like those nouveau riches.

Those kinds of people really love to get portraits of themselves and hang it on walls.

Lightly holding down my eyes, which were naturally starting to hurt even though I was only looking around the room, I got up from the bed.

The reason I am staggering is probably because I’ve just recovered from a sickness and also because I’m still not used to this body.

When I stood before the full-length mirror, every inch of this body finally came into view.

I’m not sure about the exact height because I’m looking at it from the first-person perspective but it’s obviously taller than my previous body.

The limbs are long and slender.

It’s a beautiful, well-proportioned body that makes you think of the figure of foreign models.

Also, this is just my assumption, but judging from the feeling from a moment ago when I touched the chest, the body under these clothes is quite my type.

…But you know, I feel like these clothes, or nightwear, are a bit too big for me…not that it matters much for now though.

Almond eyes and high nose bridge.

Eyelashes aren’t very long, but if you think about the balance with the eyes, it’s just perfect. All parts of the face are exquisitely positioned.

Length of the hair, the color of which is bluish silver instead of the metallic, is between bob and short. It’s soft and fluffy, with some curliness to it. Eyes are ice blue.

The person in the mirror gives off a somewhat cold impression, but he’s definitely a handsome man.

I bet he’d be insanely popular.

Though you’d probably think “if only he was 20 years younger” when you looked at him.

Well, I’d myself much prefer this kind of gentleman over a 20-year-old brat.

Like, a handsome middle-aged man rather than a handsome youth?

……………………huh? Is this, me?

Nononono, waitwaitwaitwait.

Did I turn into a middle-aged man?

I’ve turned into a slightly gloomy gentleman, who’s nearing his 40s, looks like he’d be a great villain and is really wonderfully my type?! What is this?

I was dumbfounded at the fact that if I moved my hands, the gentleman in the mirror would also move in the same way as me.

…What do I do…

What should I do?

Never mind that, give my F-cup back!

Oh but if you stick F-cup boobs on this body it wouldn’t be a pretty sight so I take that back.

I was already confused by being in the man’s body but finding out that I’m also a middle-aged man? I don’t know what to do.

No, I have to live on like this from now on, but my head’s in so much chaos, I can’t think straight.

Okay, wait a minute. Youko, you have to calm down.

Everything is fine. It’ll work out somehow.

I’ve never fallen into this kind of incomprehensible trouble before but, it is what it is.

It can’t be helped. Yes, I can’t do anything about it.

After all, my original body is already dead and I can’t go back.

I don’t want to believe it but everything points at the fact that the gentleman in the mirror is me.

This man was supposed to die but with a strange turn of events, I ended up occupying his body instead.

Well, the reason I died was because of that so-called God’s mistake, but even after falling into this kind of situation, I still don’t want to die.

In that case, I must keep on living as this gentleman.

Even if I don’t like it, even if I don’t want to admit it, I must take responsibility and keep on living.

After all, I never wanted to die.

There were many things I wanted to do.

I still…wanted to live.

…Yeah, I’m still better off because I didn’t die.

I just have to do what I wanted to die in this gentleman’s body.

And while I’m at it, I’ll do what he wanted to do too.

That is my apology for snatching his body even if only by force majeure.

It can’t be helped and I can’t do much about it, so I’ll just do whatever’s possible for me.

Actress, Kurenai Hitoha, will wager all her life on this performance.

Don’t you underestimate actress’ spirit!

No…it’s not like I’m desperate…or anything like that.

I wiped the tears that somehow welled up in the corner of my eyes and looked at the ceiling,

…I’m not crying.

…I’m not crying at all!

“I am sorry to have kept you waiting! D-doctor, please see to Master’s medical examination.”

Immediately after rudely entering the room with commotion, the maid pushed the unreliable back of the weak-looking doctor she brought with her towards the bed where the owner of the room was sleeping.

Seeing that, the owner of the room, the man who was at the prime of his life, gave her a cold look.

“…No need for that. More importantly, capture that doctor first.”

“…Huh?”

Perhaps her master’s words were far too unexpected for her, the maid replied with a stupid voice.

The doctor was also looking at the maid with a puzzled expression that obviously implied that he couldn’t understand the situation.

The owner of the room looked at them more coldly than before.

“Did you not hear me? I said to capture that doctor.”

Her master’s coldly spoken words threw the maid into panic and she opened her mouth.

“May I inquire the reason? This person is a formally employed doctor, who has looked after Master for many years!”

However, the lord turned his condescending cold gaze towards her and raised the corner of his mouth,

It was a very chilling smile.

“…Did you really think that your clumsy acting could deceive me?

The maid desperately argued back at the lord, who laughed scornfully at her, for being so stupid.

“Acting? I could not dare!”

“I was letting it go until now because I wanted to wait and see what would happen.”

The lord talked calmly, as if he could see through everything and his eyes were cold to the point of putting the temperature of absolute zero to shame.

However, the maid continued to deny the accusations.

“How could that be…! It’s a misunderstanding! I haven’t…!”

She looked so desperate and earnest that everybody who saw her would find their hearts softening.

Nevertheless, the lord still looked at her with an icy glare.

“Hmph, all would be fine if you just obediently captured that doctor. Your acting is way too forced, it’s time you gave in.”

‘Annoying,’ the man sighed while looking disdainfully at the woman.

Realizing that she was in a helpless situation, the maid closed her eyes, as if resigning to her fate.

And, when she opened them the next moment, the maid…no, the woman unleashed fierce hatred and quickly took out the hidden knife from her pocket.

“…In that case, die gracefully!”

The knife was swiftly thrust forward along with her words.

However, the knife that looked like it was about to pierce its target was neutralized by the cold-headed man, who was supposed to be the victim.

To be more concrete, he lifted the sheets that were covering him and wrapped the woman’s hands along with the knife.

“Wha-!”

Ignoring the astonished woman, he twisted her hand along with the sheets.

“Kuh…!”

A woman’s voice, moaning in pain, echoed in the room.

After that, the lord sighed in disbelief as his gaze followed the doctor as he ran away, screaming with a frightened, tight voice.

“…Just as I thought. You lack class”

“Shut up! Why aren’t you dead?! It was supposed to be a lethal dose!”

The woman screamed with a hysterical, ear-wrenching voice.

The man replied to that inquiring scream with a slight smile on his handsome face.

“Who knows. God must have a really bad personality. You were just unlucky.”

“Shit! Why! Why won’t you die?! If only! If only you died!”

The woman continued to scream as her beautiful face distorted hideously with hatred.

As he watched her with cold gaze, he let out another sigh in exasperation.

“…What a persistent woman. How many times do I have to tell you that you were just unlucky? Hey, is anybody here?”

“Have you called, Master?”

It was a butler in a tailcoat that soundlessly appeared at his call and replied with only those words.

A well-featured face, gray hair and eyes and silver-rimmed monocle. He was probably in his late thirties.

He looked high-strung but he had a soft smile on his face.

The lord turned towards the butler and opened his mouth as if it were a matter of course.

“Capture her.”

“…Would it be fine to leave her alive?”

In contrast to his gentle expression, the butler asked a somewhat dangerous question while looking at the screaming woman and then turned towards his master.

On the other hand, his master replied calmly.

“…The fly is annoying, that’s all…Are you trying to make me say everything?”

The butler nodded at his master’s words, that seemed to imply ‘you know what you have to do, don’t you?’ and bowed reverently once again.

“If that is the case, please leave the rest to me.”

“Well then, I’ll be leaving it to you…oh, also.”

The butler, who was suddenly called out to, stopped walking towards the screaming woman and turned back towards his lord.

“Yes, what might it be?”

“It feels like I’m confused and missing a lot of my memories. I’d like to quickly check a few things about that. I don’t mind if it’s later; find me stuff to jog my memory.”

The butler, who seemed to be surprised by the words of his master, shook his head once, and regained the same gentle expression as before.

“…Master, with all due respect, would a medical examination not be better?”

“If my memory loss gets worse.”

“Certainly. All shall be done as you willed.”

The butler bowed once again reverently, took the screaming woman’s hand from his master, quickly tied her up with sheets and left the room while dragging her with him.

Like a model butler, he bowed once again before leaving the room.

… Well, that’s how it went down, and I’m really glad it worked out.

No, really.

Just as expected from me! I worked really hard at it, seriously!

What was with the knife? I was like “Oh no! I’m dead again!”

My body moved reflexively on its own and dealt with it, but without it, I would have died!

Did I look calm? I was just frozen up!

If I wasn’t performing, I’d start crying, damn it!

Oh, by the way, I used the performance of the actor I admire as the reference for my acting.

I’m really glad my bluff worked.

As for the reason why I thought that the woman was the culprit…

Thinking about it logically, there’s no way a maid would get so emotional and flee in a fluster just because her dying boss survived.

It’s unthinkable that a maid working in this mansion would act like that.

Also, I don’t think the owner of this body was so well-liked by that maid.

If you ask me, she had the same eyes as a gravure idol trying to hook up with the producer.

And by the way, she was horrible at acting.

Do you have any idea how many different actors I’ve observed in dramas?

You must be taking me for a fool if you think that you can get by with such a half-hearted performance.

She took her breath always at the same timing and it looked like she was convinced that everything would be fine as long as she said her lines with emotion.

By the way, her hand movement was also unnatural.

She spoke with so much emotion in her words but her hand gestures didn’t reflect that at all.

Now that I think about it, she was probably doing it so she could stab me at any time.

If that’s so, I should probably assume that that woman bribed that doctor so she could use him to kill the owner of this body,

He looked like a timid person who easily gets swept away.

That being said, this mansion must’ve been wrapped in some conspiracies for a long time if such people can worm their ways in.

A member of the family almost died, so the mastermind must be a pretty powerful person.

Well, it’s just my hunch though.

“Master, I have prepared the required documents. I could only bring the family register and the death register since the matter was urgent. Would that be fine?”

This person sure works fast!

“I see. Well then, prepare other documents later too.”

“Yes, certainly.”

Well then, let’s start with the register first.

After side glancing at Mr. butler who bowed courteously and stood back, I picked up something that looked like a register.

…It’s not Japanese, wonder if I can read it?

Uhh let’s see, Family Head, August Werstein.

Oh. Thank god, I can read it.

And luckily, it’s a register. I’m glad.

Also, what the hell, this might be easier to read compared to Japanese writing.

Well whatever, I don’t know what language this is but there’s no problem as long as I can read it.

Oh yeah, I kinda feel like spoken words are different too but, yeah, well, it’s fine.

…Anyway, he has a really cool name.

He’s 43 years old? I wonder if that’s young for a family head?

His wife is Julia Werstein.

Maiden name – Laureiste, the second daughter of Count R Laureiste. She married August at the age of 17 when he was 19 years old and lost her life to a sickness at the age of 29.

…Family Head lost his wife early.

Rather than that, a Count family?

Uh oh, I only know that it’s a somewhat grand title.

If only I learned more English court ranks for the sake of acting, it might’ve been useful here!

I mean, I didn’t think that a Japanese actress would have any connections with English nobility!

Oh well, not like I can do anything about that right now so I’ll just continue reading.

Let’s see.

Eldest Son, Michaelis Werstein. 22 years old.

Captain of King Lunamilia’s national Knight Order.

Mr. Son’s really moving up in life.

Knight order, kingdom, Count House, yeah.

It looks like I’m in medievel Europe kinda place.

I can’t make heads or tails of any of it though.

Uhh, the only ones left are the servants(?), Family Head’s younger sister who’s been married off and etc.

Alright, I generally understand main family members now.

Next is the death register….

Wersteins are a Ducal household of noble blood, stemming from a royalty who lost their rights to the throne.

…Is this the history of this family?

But still, they have the royal blood?

This family’s sure amazing.

Even I know that royalties are the greatest.

It’s just my gut feeling though!

Well, whatever. Hmm…

Since royalties have water or ice attributes, the current and the next head both have ice attributes…

…What’s an attribute?

Eh, what, are they saying that the head of this family is made of ice?

I don’t get it, what does it mean?

Attribute is that thing, right? The thing appearing in phone games, uhh, you know, fire and stuff like that?

I don’t play games at all so I’ve got no clue what’s it about.

I’ve only ever played games where a round plush toy-like character falls down from the top and you have to connect the same looking ones.

“…Master.”

Yikes, that surprised me!

I was really surprised by the voice that suddenly called out to me, but I quickly hid it with my acting skills and raised my face to find Mr. butler standing before me.

“…What happened?”

“…Nothing, it’s just, seeing Master read like that reminded me of the time when Lady Julia was still alive.”

“I see.”

This Lady Julia person is the head’s wife, right?

Did she and the owner of this body have a close relationship?

I wonder if I’m Ms. Julia’s younger brother or something like that?

Oh, but I didn’t see anybody like that in the register.

“Since you have thinned down so much, we will need to prepare new clothes. I shall call for seamstress later.”

“…Did I change that much?”

“You have lost more than half of your weight.”

Huh? Wha-, wait a minute

Was the owner of this body really fat?

“…That was impudent of me, please forgive me.”

“Hmm… don’t worry about it. By the way, how long has it been?”

“If you mean since Lady Julia’s death, it has been 12 years.”

“I see.”

I don’t think that was what I was asking about but whatever.

12 years is a pretty long time.

It’s enough time for a baby to graduate from elementary school.

“Young master Michaelis has also reached adulthood and grown quite a lot.”

“Is he the…son?”

“It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the son Master is proud of. He has grown up splendidly.”

“…Is that so.”

Michaelis is the Head’s eldest son, right? And he’s also my son?

Eh? In other words, doesn’t that mean

I’m the Family Head here?

I A M T H E F A M I L Y H E A D H E R E ? ! (2ND TIME)

…Eh, wait a minute, what?

Is this body made of ice?

It has a regular body temperature though? What’s going on?

Huh? I don’t want to think about it, but…

is that pig looking old man in the picture the owner of this body?

How did he turn into a completely different person just from losing wight?!

“Master…won’t you stop the revenge already?”

“…What’s up with you, all of sudden.”

Wait, my head can’t keep up when with this sudden super heavy topic you threw at me.

I’m sorry, I don’t get what you’re saying.

“Do you still resent this country?”

I’m really sorry, I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.

“We were at war at that time and the medicine that could cure Lady Julia could only be found in the enemy country.

…Master should also have been aware that it was impossible.”

Uhh, Ms. Julia is the wife of the family head so she’s also my wife and that means that,

I earnestly committed the information Mr. Butler told me to my memory.

“It has been 12 years already. I am sure Lady Julia also wouldn’t desire to see Master in such a state.”

…I’m somehow starting to understand.

After organizing the information, I realized that the wife of the family head died because of the country and he did all kinds of things as a way of payback.

“Let me ask something.”

“…What would it be?”

“Why are you talking about that right now?”

“I had a foolish thought that the current Master would listen to my words properly.”

Mr. butler lowered his head reverently and replied politely.

Does that mean that the owner of this body wasn’t in a state of mind to listen to other people’s words until now?

“Am I that different?”

“With all due respect, you seem calmer compared to the time when you used to crouch on the floor.”

“Really…”

Uhh, who’s this person again? Since he’s the butler of the family head, is this him?

I glanced down at the roster at hand and earnestly searched for a name while acting like I was casually skimming through pages.

And after that, I mouthed the name I found somehow.

“Alfred Strom.”

“…Yes.”

Hell yeah! I got it right!

“How exactly did I seem to you?”

“…With all due respect, you seemed as if you were in a hurry to die.”

I see. The owner of this body, Mr. August might’ve been indirectly trying to kill himself in order to meet his wife.

So he did all kinds of things and ended up incurring others’ enmity, I guess?

“…How ironic.”

“Master…?”

I don’t really get it but I’m sure that Mr. August didn’t expect that a carefree modern Japanese like me would hijack his body.

After all, I didn’t expect it either.

“It seems people start to want to live after they experience death once.”

It’s ironic that somebody who wanted to live ended up in the body of somebody who wanted to die.

“Master…”

“…Alfred, what is a family head?”

“With all due respect, it is a symbol of the family, its model and its Lord.”

“Am I a worthy person for that position?”

‘I was a dangerous person until now so it doesn’t feel right to leave me as the family head’ is what I was implying with me my words.

but,

“Master…! What are you talking about, regardless of what has happened until now, there is no other person more suitable to be the Head than you!”

I was told so with a face so desperate that it felt like the world was ending.

Wait a minute, just how incredible was this person?

“…You are clearly overestimating me.”

“No such thing! You have always been humbling yourself like this!”

“…That wasn’t my intention.”

Is what I said, but it wasn’t really me he meant, so I was feeling quite conflicted.

“How many years do you think I have spent at your service? I have the general Idea of how you think.”

No, I mean, this is our first meeting… Not that I could say that. At this point, it didn’t seem like I could get through to him.

“I also understand just how deep your love for Lady Julia was. And that after Lady Julia’s death, you had lost your spirit.”

After saying so, Mr. Butler’s face distorted bitterly.

“Therefore, I was unable to stop you.

The expression on his face was unlike that of a butler but his regret about being unable to stop his old friend was well conveyed to me.

“By all rights, I should have stopped even at the price of my own life. But there was no guarantee that you would regain your sanity.

“…Had I really been acting so mad?”

“With all due respect, at first you even tried to run towards the warhorse.”

That’s pretty crazy.

I see. He loved his wife so much that his heart broke. That love is the reason why he wanted to take revenge even at the cost of turning the whole country against him.

“I had lost my sanity for 12 years, huh?”

How sorrowful.

After all, his wife isn’t in this world anymore so revenge is meaningless.

It’s just self-satisfaction. Even if he did succeed in revenge, it wouldn’t bring him happiness.

Even though I’m sure that that was the only thing left for Mr. August.

“…Alfred.”

“What is it?”

No, well, the air got heavier so I called out to him to somehow change the atmosphere but, yeah, I can’t think of a topic. What do I do?

Uhh, hmmm, Ah! Right, I should ask about that.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

“For 1 month…”

“I see.”

Of course you’d get skinnier if you’re bedridden for a month.

……………。

Umm, what should I do, the conversation ended.

For the time being I’ll try talking about next topic.

Umm, some kinda topic, some topic. Hmm, hmmm.

“…Looks like I died once.”

“It would seem so. Congratulations on your “resurrection”, master.”

“Yes, indeed.”

Now that’s a word I’m hearing for the first time.

I’ll research it later.

There should be a dictionary somewhere.

“Now Master has also become a “sage”.

“…Me, a sage?

What’s with that.

“With this, our land of Werstein will be stable for 500 years. After all, the regime of Lord August, which was declared to be the best of its time, will be restored.”

“I don’t think I can live for that long though?”

“What are you saying, Sir Sylvest has been alive for 400 at minimum after becoming a sage. You must live at least a hundred years longer than that, Master.”

Excuse me?

What, wait a minute.

I had bad premonition, or more like, I only have bad premonitions.

Looking at the butler, who was smiling proudly for some reason, I decided to open my mouth.

“I was pretty sure that I was a human.”

“Becoming a sage means to half-step into godhood. It is not surprising that you would be so perplexed.”

Shit hit the fan while I was out of it, Mr. August…!!

Rather than that, I might’ve hijacked an incredible body!

This is bad. Man, this is really bad.

I can’t just fadeout from the social life using my age as an excuse!

What should I do?

No, seriously, what do I do now?

“…Now I can’t let Michaelis inherit the headship.”

“Young Master has said that he would like to prioritize the Knight Order over the family so it would be perfect.”

“Is that so.”

I didn’t want to get involved in inheritance problems so I thought I’d just smoothly hand over the headship, but it’s the son who doesn’t want to take it?!

Oof, this is really looking like I’d have to do the governing.

“…However, there’s a problem.”

“What kind of a problem?”

“Didn’t I say that I lost most of my memories?”

“Please do not worry. I shall assist you personally.”

M Y E S C A P E R O U T E W A S B L O C K E D !

“Hm, I see.”

“…Master…”

“…What?”

“I have heard that when people become sages, they meet those who have died in the past.”

“…I guess so.”

Not that I’d know though!

“…You must have met with Lady Julia then.”

Eh?

It’s become like that in Mr.Butler’s head?

Huh? It’s already definitive? Isn’t he agreeing a bit too readily?

Uhh, I don’t really get it but maybe it’s better to let him misunderstand?

“…I’m still no match for her. You get it, right?”

“I do understand. Since it’s Madam, she must have gotten mad at you the moment you met her.”

“…She was angry, saying that she didn’t wish for this at all.”

I’m sorry for forging your words, Ms. Julia.

But I somehow feel like that’s exactly what you would say.

I mean, I’d really hate if my significant other did bad things just so he could meet me.

I’d hate it if he tried to die early.

I feel like it’s natural for girls to want their beloved person to be happy. Some girls might think otherwise but, in my opinion, they just don’t love their significant others that much.

Well, I’d be really happy if I could meet my significant other even after death and I’d hate if they found some other person to love, but I still wouldn’t want them to die.

I wouldn’t want them to keep using me as an excuse to stop moving forward in life.

If we could meet, even I’d be mad.

Don’t use me as an excuse! Are you an idiot?! – kinda like that.

And after that I would add…

“…and that she wanted me to live.”

“…That sounds very much like Lady Julia.”

…I wonder if he met Ms. Julia?

I hope he did.

If what that God said is true, Mr. August’s sprit went to the afterlife, so basically, he went to the heaven(?), right?

It would suck if he went to the hell instead and couldn’t meet with his wife.

“Alfred.”

“Yes.”

“Is it okay for me to live?”

“No matter what happens, I want Master to keep living.”

“…Even if I’m no longer the same August you knew?”

“My master will always be you, Lord August.

This is an unchangeable fact even if you have lost your childhood memories or memories of the past we shared together.

I will always be your butler.”

Shit.

Mr. August is super trusted.

What do I do about this?

Looks like I’ll have to try super hard to act as Mr. August.

Luckily it looks like I’ve been performing as August Werstein pretty well.

Or rather, I’m not being doubted at all?

Oh but it’s not like you’d randomly think a person close to you was suddenly replaced by somebody else so it’s natural, I guess.

Besides, it looks like the owner of this body had lost his sanity until now too.

Things couldn’t be more convenient than this.

But you know, there’s still a problem.

How do I do this governing thing?

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Notes:

Once again, I applaud everybody who can put out 10k+ long chapters without splitting them up. Translating is one hassle, but editing it is even worse.

This time we have a somewhat unusual isekai. Not only is it a rare ftm transmigration, the original body even belongs to a middle aged man, instead of a baby or some twink.

There are going to be some mistranslation here, along with weird grammar and possibly typos so notify me as soon as you find them so I could edit them.

Some dialogue might sound confusing to tell me if you get lost in who speaks when and I’ll put name tags to differentiate them.

And finally, there is only one thing I can say: Mistakes…Were…Made

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