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Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

"Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence." I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears. "Tell him I'll be there shortly." "I understand, y-young master." I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection. And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally. For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than "fat," and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that. "I suppose I need a workout." Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy. After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it. I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out. Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily. "You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!" . . "We're here, young master." Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter. "Give me a hand." I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath. "Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?" I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care. As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father. "I'm alright, Dad." Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants. "Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!" You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame. "What's going on, Dad?" Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it.... "Your fiancee is coming tomorrow" ~~~~~~~~~ Join Discord for Faster Update notification:: https://discord.gg/QZnWtQARft NO YURI NO INCEST NO NTR --- This story doesn't carry any of these things. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ~ you can expect some errors

A4KL · Fantasy
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173 Chs

Chapter 8 - Meeting Mother

As the carriage left the County, I instructed the coachman to make our way to Mother's Duchy.

I had a specific purpose in mind – to meet her. She possessed the key to a place I wanted to access,

Within this Sanctum lay an incredible array of weapons, each imbued with the power of superior beings.

They had consciousness, but when they chose a human, they had to start anew. This is why these weapons, despite their divine origins, lost some of their godly powers when wielded by a mortal.

Convincing them to unleash their true potential was no easy task. After all, they were not mortals, so they had less inclination to favor human wielders.

One such weapon, the 'Zendal Bracelet,' was my target for persuasion.

The Zendal Bracelet possessed the extraordinary ability to control mana.

At first glance, it might seem overpowered, but there was a crucial limitation – it could only utilize mana internally, not externally.

Allow me to clarify this further.

The hero who previously wielded this weapon suffered from a peculiar disease that caused her mana vessel to leak.

As a result, she would lose a certain amount of mana automatically, rendering her more or less manaless. This hero was also a sword prodigy, which might surprise some people.

You see, according to her family tradition, only boys could inherit their family name. So, to protect her secret, her father, who was the current head of the family, concealed her true gender from the world, presenting her as a son.

It was indeed a shame, as she possessed exceptional beauty.

But I digress. My main objective was to visit my mother. The hero had managed to convince her to hand over the keys to after acquiring knowledge about them from a mysterious entity residing in her earring.

There were too many details to delve into, Lets recollect it another time.

Upon reaching the mansion of Duchess Kassidy, I couldn't afford to wait for the servants to assist me.

I strode forward on my own, ignoring my earlier intention to maintain a low profile. As I arrived at the mansion's gate, I addressed the guards with a rather breathless voice.

"Haa...haa...hey, call Duchess...haa...Kassidy."

I had finally completed my sentence, though I couldn't help but feel a bit winded.

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Knock Knock

"Come in," a voice filled with elegance and unwavering strength beckoned from within the room as the maid entered Duchess Kassidy's office.

"Duchess, Young Master Zephyr has come," the maid reported.

"What? Why is he here? Don't tell me he's come to beg for my affection like a child again," She responded with a sigh, recalling how he used to come to her every day when he was six or seven years old, pleading for her attention.

She shrugged it off, seemingly uncaring and as if she'd dealt with this situation many times before.

"Sigh... This child, after all these years, he hasn't changed," Duchess Kassidy muttered, her tone implying indifference.

She had seemingly made up her mind, intending to use the excuse of being busy with work to turn him away, just as she had done on numerous occasions.

However, the maid hesitated briefly before adding, "Forgive me, Duchess, but Young Master gave me this."

She presented a small letter to Duchess Kassidy, which read: "If the Duchess tries to make some excuse like that, tell her I will visit Duchess Maria. So, don't come regretting at my door, as I'll be busy next time."

Duchess Kassidy's expression shifted slightly as she took in the contents of the letter.

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Kassidy's POV

I entered the room and saw a portly man sitting on the sofa. Seeing him, I sighed inwardly, thinking, 'He's still the same as always'

Maybe this is a new way to get my attention. Let's wrap this up quickly and send him on his way.

"Oh my, isn't it my cute little chil..."

"Duchess Kassidy, I'm not here to chat with you. I'll be frank with you; I need something from your family treasury," he said abruptly.

As I heard his words, I blanked for a moment, not understanding what he was getting at.

Was this some new way of seeking my attention? I supposed I could play along with this game until he revealed his true intentions.

"Then tell me, Young Master Zeph, what do you have that would make me open the doors to the Liander treasury for you?" I asked with an expressionless face, waiting for this child's tantrum.

As his mother, I should at least give him something if he had come all this way. I couldn't be completely heartless, could I?

"Duchess Kassidy, in exchange for access to your treasury, I can give you the most important resource in this world: 'Mana,'" he declared.

As I heard his words, I couldn't help but be both amused and annoyed.

He was taking this so far. What could I expect from the child of such a weak father?