Chapter 10 - M.O.

The thought lingered inside me as I glanced at both of their faces.

'Maybe now isn't the ideal time to talk about this with them.'

"Alright then, if you learn anything about the matter, come to me immediately."

"Of course, young master."

I nodded before giving them a new look, one of concern.

"As you already know from last night… my memory is more than a little foggy on some matters."

Their faces turned to different degrees of worry and caution.

"There are many things about me that I don't remember anymore. Even more, I forgot about a lot of important details concerning… well, almost everything." I said and smiled at them.

"So I would be grateful if you guys helped answer those questions."

"Without a thought, young master. We would help you regain your memories back as much as possible." Redwick nodded to Anna's words.

"Alright then, first question."

...…

"That seems to be all…" I said as the answers made many things sense to me.

I have the ultimate power of knowing the plot but even with that, there were many things missing to me.

One of them was their face.

If I looked at a popular character from the novel but didn't know him by hand already and even if they stood before me then they might as well be complete strangers to me.

There were pictures of the characters of every single heroine and some supporters but there was a tiny bit problem.

They were in cartoon.

Now how I am going to recognize someone from their cartoon self to their real one?

The cartoon may be high quality but it does no justice to the real one at all.

Like, for example, Anna. She didn't have any mention on the novel until the final part of my villain arc. Even then it was only because of that event.

Who would know that the real her would be so beautiful.

Putting this fact aside, I confirmed my name. I already knew it but I still went to confirm it.

But first comes my father- oops! Late father.

Alex Van Tax

A short fat man with balding hair that had some white ones at the sides. A man of many words… not any good though. He liked to gamble and whore around with many women, especially low class ones.

That reason I am here now.

My father, in one of his drunken splendor one night, found my mother baking a cake in the kitchen and in the joy of spreading his genes, pounded her with his dough.

9 months later and Voila, A bastard is born.

That bastard being me.

Henry Van Tax

A name that had the perfect fit for someone like me. Not the Henry part but the fat as a van and taxing people in the land cruelly made quite the similarity.

A person who cared about two things only, hands full of food and mouth full of food.

Now that I think about it a word comes to my mind. Something that I called a specific person back in my past world.

Fat Bastard.

Oh! My mother... completely forgot about her. Which reminds me that after kicking me out of her and getting bags of money in return, she completely forgot about me.

18 Years and still no letter. Truly a mother deserving of this body's past user.

Now as I said, my late father, goddess rot his soul, had a nasty habit of gambling and playing with money.

When I mean nasty… I meant he was good, no, the guy was more than good. That's why even with a barren land with almost zero potential, he was still more richer than the barons around him.

Oh! Yeah, Did I forgot to mention that he was a baron? If I did then yes, he WAS a baron.

Now remember, nobility had ranks and being a baron meant… at the lowest class of nobility. Still can't complain, it was better than being normal folk and being ordered around by other noble people.

Some barons were rich but not someone who had such bad farming skills and workers so we come back to gambling.

The guy was able to play others like a pro and fiddle away a lot of money… a looot of money.

…Which might also be the reason of his demise.

With his gambling skill, he was not able to get money but also a wife. Now the wife that he got wasn't a normal one, but was of great beauty.

It was also because of wanting to meet with her did that guy went outside and got himself killed… now that I think about it, the women could have gotten him killed too.

Damn! With how much rotten the guy was, the list of perpetrators with the intention to kill him is only increasing. That is without counting out the normal folk.

Who knows how much it would be if I did?

It was also with his gambling skill that he got me my fiancé.

Same M.O. same game and same trick… he tricked another earl and got his only daughter to be my wife… which is a clever trick actually.

With her being the only child, the earlness… I think that's the word, would go to her and even if I didn't get that title, my future generation would get them and in one way, the Tax family would ascent to Earls.

It was a very nasty trick… and I liked it.

Unfortunately, Samantha didn't. The daughter of the viscount didn't need no reminder as I knew much about her.

Samantha Religias was a young girl of 18, a bit honest and cared about her people but she was also a warrior.

Being the second child in the family, she was trained hard and in turn those hardships resounded in her being named a talented women and a future Valkyrie too.

So she disobeyed her father's words, got herself an army and marched towards me.

But as I hear this recap, I understand that the late old man also didn't know about her.

I thought about all the hardships, troubles and fuckery's waiting for me and smiled.

'This is going to be a fascinating year.'

"Redwick, I need you to write something for me."