A young man could be found laying alone in a room. He had dark hair and a pale complexion that still looked plenty healthy. He wore soft cotton clothing that was tailor fitted to his body, and his room was just as expensive.
He was surrounded by luxurious goods, as if he was a young master to a prestigious family.
Suddenly, his eyes began to twitch, before they snapped open, revealing the silver orbs that shone with an unknown fury.
Lurching upright, he grasped at his temples, trying his hardest to calm his raging headache. "Where am I?"
It was then that he remembered what had happened: He died.
His figure shuddered with rage as he remembered how he was betrayed. He was Logan Gray, swordmaster known throughout the known world, and he led the army against the monsters.
Or at least he was…
In his old life, he had grown up poor and had to fight for survival from the very beginning, clawing his way to the pinnacle of humanity.
And just when he killed the final threat to his people, his throat was slit by his own sworn brother.
The man that promised to follow him even to death.
Lance had broken that promise it seems.
…
Getting a grip on himself, Logan realized something: He wasn't mad at Lance.
He was human, and Logan always knew him to be greedy, but he didn't expect him to go to such lengths to get what he wanted.
…
He drew in a deep breath, focusing his mind. "If I'm supposed to be dead, then why am I alive?"
Suddenly, Logan remembered memories that weren't his own. Here, he was known as Arthur Tracy, of the Ducal house of Tracy.
This world seemed very similar to his old one, being that there was both magic and monsters about, only they weren't an invasive force.
Rather they seemed to be animals that had evolved this way due to exposure to mana, when the world was created.
But that's besides the point.
Organizing his new memories, Logan, or rather now Arthur, tried to remember where exactly he was, but it seemed he wouldn't have to.
Knock, Knock.
After knocking, an older man walked into the room, carrying a tray of food. "Good morning young Lord. I've brought you breakfast."
Seeing his face, a name appeared in his mind, and he responded as if to muscle memory. "Thank you Roland. You can leave it on the table."
Roland paused for a moment, but did as asked. "Are you alright young Lord?" His voice squeaked a bit, as if he was nervous.
Lo-Arthur shook his head. "No, it appears I've drunk too much and my mind is a bit…jumbled up. Could you remind me of where I am exactly?"
Arthur didn't want to draw too much attention, but he also knew that he couldn't exactly hide the previous Arthur's attitude completely changing, so he feigned an injury.
Roland frowned, and touched the back of Arthur's head. When he retracted his hand, there was a red liquid on it. "Hmm, it does appear that you hit your head at some point after you sent me away…"
Wiping the blood on a cloth, he retrieved a set of bandages from a cabinet, cleaning Arthur's wound as he spoke.
"I don't know how bad you hit your head, but you are Arthur Tracy, the first born son of Eric Tracy, duke of the Belmont region."
The blood was cleaned, but he deemed it closed enough to not require wrapping, reminding Arthur to be careful with the area.
"Recently, your engagement with your fiance Lydia Olivar was broken, and you went down a spiral of depression. Just last night, you kept drinking beyond my judgement before sending me off."
"Luckily, you stayed in your room, otherwise I would have had to restrain you."
He finished with that, and stood back, waiting for Arthur to finish his thoughts.
"...It seems I have amnesia, because I don't remember any of this." He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head and wincing when he fingered his sore.
Roland nodded. "It wouldn't be the first time you've forgotten something."
"Wow, you're blunt aren't you?"
Rolan allowed himself a small smirk. "I was hired to be your butler because of my bluntness. Your father hoped that my attitude would rub off on you eventually."
"Speaking of your father, he's summoned you. Get dressed, and I'll lead you to his study."
With that, he left the room, leaving Arthur to himself, still slightly reeling at the fact that he was still alive.
But he was a practical person at heart, and accepted reality fast. 'I need to get my bearings in this place…'
Standing in front of the mirror, he gently touched his soft skin, astonished at how handsome he looked.
In his past life, he had rough features that only improved upon training and ascending with mana. But here, he began as a beautiful young man.
Though he could already tell that the previous Arthur neglected his mana training, making him wonder why.
Arthur lingered for a while longer before coming to a decision. 'In my past life, I always rushed head first into my problems, and that lead to a lot of regrets…'
"I won't let that happen again."
He had lived a life full of pain and strife, and with a second chance in his palms, Arthur wanted nothing more that to live a good life for himself here.