I shouldn't have woken up. That fan probably have killed me and now I'm probably in a purgatory. I'm afraid of opening my eyes. My body feels weird and small.
If I open my eyes. Would I see an angel? Or devil? Whatever they are. They should be hot or I will be living as a ghost. Should I try to open my eyes slowly? Maybe I should.
I opened my eyes slowly. I looked around. It's still so dark. I looked around for quite a while.
Dark.
So dark.
Am I really dead? Why does my arms feel so small. I think I should atleast try to stand up. With the help of my hand's support I stand up. It's a bit wobbly to stand up straight. But I try.
A faint creak caught my attention. I turned my head towards the sound. A girl no older than thirteen had stepped through the door. Walking closer to me, a smile adorned her face.
She peered at me. Wait- why does she looks so big?!
"Good morning young master, Leon" she said, a joy in her voice.
Leon?
Leon...?
Where have I heard that word before? I tries to recall pieces of my memory.
Wait-
LEON!!!
as in
LEON VALENHART!!!
my eyes widened but before I could think anything. The thirteen year old girl reached down picking me in her arms.
"How cute!" She exclaimed, "I wish I had a cute younger brother like you."
I looked at the mirror behind her abd sure enough. I do look weirdly like the baby described in the book. Striking blue eyes, jet-black hair.
Did my fan really sent me to the novel world? Did truck-kun disguised as my fan or something?
"Aww," the girl cooed, "you didn't cry this time. I'm so happy." She held me close and looked at my face.
Wait... is this Emilia?
I took a good look at Emilia. She was just as beautiful as she was described in the book.
Blonde hair, Hazel eyes...
This is definitely Emilia...
"If I didn't had any work. I would have played with you more." Emilia sulked a but.
I saw the sulking expression. My small hands reached out by themselves to cup Emilia's fair cheeks. Don't be sad. Is what I trued to say but the inky words that came out of my mouth was babble.
"Aww" she cooed again, "so adorable, only if his grace let me be your nanny. Then we would have played all day long."
She likes it when I babble. Okay time to make her happy. I giggled and smiled that baby fan-service smile. Emilia looked like she might transcend reality.
After doing the fan-service baby smile. She put me down on the crib, "Okay, I had fun with you. I don't want to leave you but I also have a lot of work to do Okay," she smiled and looked around the room. She then leaned in and gently kissed my forehead causing me to blush a bit. "Tee-hee I wanted to do that. But it's hard to do it in front of everyone."
She then turn in her heels abs leaves the room.
Great! I thought, I'm alone again...
I sigh trying to roll in my crib. But then I remember, Leon should be around two years old. So he might be able to stand. I gripped the crib railings as support as I hovered myself up. Now standing in the crib.
Come on I'm have to get out somehow... I looked around the room. The door was still slightly ajar. Should I cry to get out of this crib?
Would I break my little feet if I fall down? You know what, let's try it. I wiggle my little butt as I put my leg over the railing.
Wobbly.
Wobbly...
Shit- my fat baby body isn't capable of anchoring. My butt hits the ground. Normally it shouldn't hurt so much but baby bodies are sensitive I guess, cause it hurts. Now it won't be normal for a baby not to wail. But I'm a sixteen year old high-schooler... atleast mentally now...
I stood up getting support from the crib and got up on my feet as I waddled over to the door and looked around.
Damn if Leon wouldn't have that tragic fate then he would've been rich, I thought as I waddled over to the right looking over at things.
I came across a room. I slightly pushed it open. Oh there he is, a brooding man on the table holding a quill between his fingers. That's Arthur Valenhart, I thought, he is kinda fine- oh wait that's now my dad...
There were other voices in the room. They did not sound like adults. I opened it a slight but more and peaked more closely. Two identical kids, not much older than eight. Sitting in the couch in front of the desk. Each of them dressed in regal attires.
"Julian, Lucian" Arthur sighed, "What do you two think about your little brother's recovery. That boy had a fever not even a few days ago."
Lucian sighs, "hate to admit it," he leaned back on the couch, "he really is a strong kid."
Lucian with a concern expression on his face, he looked at Arthur, "this might be a bad thing."
Arthur quirked up an eyebrow, "and that is?"
"Let's say," Lucian continues as now both the Duke and his older twin brother have their attention on him, "I found a few traces of magic in his body."
My eyes widened. I don't think I have seen anyone mention magic in the original novel. My heart drop as it came into realization. The whole book was from Leon's perspective qnd thus time Leon never escaoed the crib. Only the epilogue was in third person showing Alaric murder the king.
Before the Duke could say anything. My stupid baby foot slipped when u leaned to hear more clearly. I fell on the ground with baby groan and wiggled in that same place as all the heads in that room turned towards me.
"Leon?" The Duke gasped.
"You," Julian got up from sitting.
"How did you escape your crib?!" Lucian sounded more concerned than amusement.
I felt Julian's hand on my tiny baby body as he hoisted me up in his arms. "On second thought," he looked at me with those beautiful red serious eyes. His eyes were just like Lucian's the only way to differentiate between them is by the different coloured clothing. "Are you hurt?"
Lucian approached me and Julian, "it shouldn't have hurt that much," he crosses his arms on his chest, "or he would have cried."
I guess by that logic it's true if I wasn't a teenager in a two year oldest body. I sigh leaning my face against Julian's chest. My eyes wandered at the Duke as he approached us. He stoop to our level.
He stared at me as if inspecting that if I got hurt or not. I should hive them fan service. The original Leon was broody– I will be the opposite of that.
"Papa..." the only eligible words that came out of my mouth. That I could not stop.
The Duke's eyes widened as cracks in his cold facade began to show. I smirked internally. My brothers were also stunned.
I turned my fat baby head towards my two brothers, one still holding me, "b..." some spit came out of my mouth, "br... brubba..." I finally said it.
Julian and Lucian's eyes widened. Julian wiped the spit off of my lips as I cooed giving the fan-service baby smile.
Lucian chuckled, "he called us brother?"
Julian smirked, "I guess he did." He the looked at me in his arms, "hey brat, do you have magic?"
He asked as I still pretened to be a dumb baby in his arms cooing and giving the fan-service baby smile.
"No matter if he has magic or not," The Duke took me from Julian's arms and held me closer to his chest, "he will always be our baby."
Julian smiled, "forever and always."
Lucian added, grinning, "our little Leon."
My eyes widened. Leon has so much people he cared about. It really isn't fair that they are doomed to tragic fates.
No... I thought, I won't let any of them die. I will eliminate all the death flags.
And probably mourn my previous life as
Alexander Wright.
Because I'm now...
Leon Valenhart .