Chapter 1: Transmigrated (1)

"Oh my, Young Duke!"

The man called 'Young Duke' fell down. His hand holding the wooden sword that knights used for training drooped limply. The knight who was sparring with him panicked, there was no one in the indoor practice arena. He examined the Young Duke's face.

The Young Duke's face was pale, sweat soaking through his blond hair. The knight tried to wake him up. "Young Duke, are you listening to me?"

Seeing no response, he lifted the young duke's body. The knight's deep yellow eyes looked worried. He carried him away from the practice arena. Not a single servant passed by as it was already midnight.

There was a middle-aged man with a distinctive blonde colour hair who wanted to greet the man. However, when he saw the knight carrying the Young Duke, his face became full of worry. "My goodness, Sir Daniel, why is my son like this?"

"I don't know. We were training as usual in the indoor training arena. I didn't even touch him, but he fainted on his own, Your Grace." The knight called 'Sir Daniel' replied in a worried tone.

They arrived at a room that looked spacious. Sir Daniel placed the young duke's body on the bed. He looked at the Duke, who was already sitting beside his son.

"Does Arthur give off any other signs like an aura or mana from his body?" Duke asked. Sir Daniel shook his head.

The middle-aged man sighed. "In that case, it means he's just exhausted from work considering the succession is about to begin. Thank you for your concern, Sir Daniel. Please take a rest."

Sir Daniel shook his head. "It would be better for you to rest. I can look after the Young Duke until tomorrow morning. It is only natural that I guard the Young Duke as his personal bodyguard."

"Thank you." The Duke stepped out of the room. Sir Daniel positioned himself on the sofa to the right of the young duke's bed.

The night was only filled with the sound of the wind and the trees rustling. It made Sir Daniel close his eyes as he watched over his Young Duke.

***

'Damn, my head hurts.'

The closed eyes twitched. The sky-blue eyes adjusted themselves to the incoming light. He saw a strange room that he had never seen in his life. A luxurious room with a carved ceiling that looked like it was covered in jewels. He also looked around, some silver and gold furniture also came into his eyes.

"Ugh ... where is this?" He groaned once again as he tried to lean his back against the headboard. He could see a wet towel falling from his forehead.

Puk!

The sound of a small object falling was heard, he saw a dark green-haired man with a tall body looking at him in surprise. That man approached him with a face full of worry.

"Young Duke, you finally came to your senses! I'm sorry for making you tired. I didn't expect you to put so much effort into preparing for your own success." That man's eyes watered, looking like he wanted to cry.

The man called 'Young Duke', who had just awakened was startled. "Who are you and where is this?"

'Damn it, I should know how South Korea is when it releases one rank S dungeon. What happened while I was asleep? Who is this asshole anyway?'

That green-haired man cried. "Oh my, you forgot me, Young Duke. I'm Daniel Wilfton, your handpicked knight of the guard. You've been unconscious for a week, Young Duke!"

Of course the man called 'Young Duke' was even more shocked, his expression turning angry. He threw off his blanket and stood up abruptly.

"Damn it, how could I fall asleep while the others are struggling to defeat those monster bastards."

Because of the Young Duke's sudden movement, Sir Daniel was about to stop him. "Young Duke, please rest first." That man still had his eyes over.

The Young Duke easily passed that man unceremoniously and ran out. There were a few people in strange servant clothes watching him. He ran through the endless hallways of the building. Sir Daniel behind kept chasing after that.

Some strangely dressed men who were practicing swordsmanship on the field, stared at the Young Duke with surprised looks. They even stopped their practice. Sir Daniel looked strange with watery eyes and ran behind him.

"Young Duke, please don't run! You're just waking up!"

Sir Daniel's shout made the men who had stopped their training talk to each other, "Shouldn't we help Sir Daniel who is in trouble? Not to mention the Young Duke is sick."

Because of that remark, the other knights who were practicing and the guards who were patrolling to maintain security, ran after the Young Duke. There were approximately ten people chasing after the Young Duke.

'Damn it, why are they chasing me? I should use my skills.'

The Young Duke stopped his steps and made a move to attack.

However, he struck a strange pose and tried to pull something out of his hand before the men chasing him got too close. Unfortunately, nothing happened from that move.

'Huh, my skill can't come out? Wait, since when did my exotic skin become white like this? Where did my muscles go. What exactly happened?'

After seeing those people almost approaching him, he let out a small curse and turned around only to find a tree blocking his way. Without waiting for long, he desperately climbed up the tree to avoid those people he found strange.

"Gosh, Young Duke please come down! Your body is still not completely healthy, you should get plenty of rest!" Sir Daniel was the first to arrive in front of the tree. Followed by the knights and guards who followed him earlier.

A guard asked Daniel. "What happened, sir?"

"The Young Duke just woke up from his stupor and suddenly ran off in a panic. Has the Lord returned from the capital? We must inform him quickly," Sir Daniel replied still with watery eyes. The man was melancholic and a bit of an exaggerator.

"The Lord is already on his way home. It will be here in a few hours." The guard replied as he handed Sir Daniel a handkerchief. That man thanked him and used it to wipe away the tears.

'What are they talking about? Why am I called the Young Duke? It's not like I went into someone's body and became that person, right?'

The Young Duke further hid his body in the tree. "Who are you guys? Why are you chasing me and calling me 'Young Duke'? What is this place? Answer, before I knock out your teeth and chop up your bodies for dog food!"

One men under the tree showed shocked faces. "The Young Duke has never spoken so harshly like that. Is his health so bad that he doesn't recognize us?"

Hearing that, Sir Daniel became even more panicked. "For God's sake please grant your mercy to cure the Young Duke. My goodness ... please, come down Young Duke, I can answer all your questions in your room. Don't endanger yourself, Young Duke!"

The Young Duke then noticed a strange fruit that looked like an apple nearby. He picked it up and threw it down. "Get away from me, all of you!"

Puk!

The fruit was easily caught by Sir Daniel. After seeing that his throw had no impact, the Young Duke picked up a few more fruits and threw them at the people below blindly. Of course, due to the successive attacks, it was difficult for them to catch or dodge the fruit.

Brugh!

One person slipped on the fruit. It was the guard who answered Sir Daniel's question earlier. The guard's right forehead looked blue from being hit by the Young Duke's fruit earlier.

"Young Duke, the Lord will be sad if you continue to hurt people. It's not like you to be polite and wise. Please come down!" Sir Daniel persuaded him again.

'It's getting annoying to hear them call me that. It's not like it's just me.'

"Who is the 'Young Duke'? Stop calling me that, my name is Kang Seongje. You bugs are no lower than a rank E hunter." The Young Duke continued to insult with harsh words.

Sir Daniel replied, "You are the Young Duke, Arthur Rudolf, the successor to this Western Region Duke position. The Lord will be home shortly, Young Duke. Please don't make him faint because of your condition!"

'Wait, Arthur Rudolf? I've never heard that name anywhere. And yet ... it still sounds familiar to my ears. I wonder where I heard that name?'

"Duke? Who is the Duke? I don't recognize him. You guys can't lie to me!" The Young Duke threw the fruit back into the tree.

One of the knights wearing training clothes approached Sir Daniel. "Excuse me, Sir, I think we should take care of the Young Duke quickly before he using all the fruit in the tree and adds to the gardener's work."

Sir Daniel nodded at that. He slowly approached the tree and climbed up slowly. The Young Duke who saw Sir Daniel climbing up the tree, focused his fruit throw on Sir Daniel. The man did not care about Sir Daniel who groaned in pain.

When he saw Sir Daniel's hand that reached the foot of the tree trunk where he was, the Young Duke immediately kicked the hand with his idle foot. Suddenly, it made Sir Daniel lose his balance and fall down.

Brugh!

Sir Daniel fell with his butt landing first. The Young Duke showed a face full of hateful expressions. "I told you not to come any closer! Did you think my words were a bluff?"

The Young Duke climbed further up the tree, so that they could only see from below. Sir Daniel below had already been captured by the guards. They were increasingly worried about the state of their Young Duke who was behaving strangely due to illness. He looked like he had lost his memory.

The guard opened his mouth. "Young Duke, come down. There's no need to hurt others. If you're confused, you can ask us nicely. No need to panic and just relax."

The people there stared at the guard's face which showed a stoic expression. The man looked very patient to handle their Young Duke's uncharacteristic demeanor. The Young Duke seemed to think for a while before someone's loud voice interrupted them.

"What's going on?"

A middle-aged man with golden blonde hair, still neatly dressed, walked towards those gathered under the tree. Sir Daniel, who saw the man, immediately positioned himself in a respectful manner.

"Welcome back, Your Grace!"

'That man is the Duke?'