3 I’M WHO!!!

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". . . 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧?"

*Young master???*

"Young Master, are you okay?"

*What? Is this lady on something? Why does she—wait, now that I think about it, the system said something about reincarnation. Wait, so…*

"What is my name?" I ask, directing the question toward the woman.

She whispers to someone in the line behind her, who dashes out as quickly as the first. She turns back to me, bows her head, and responds, "Sir Ryan Elric-Conamore Sol-Invictus." (L-rick, Con-a-more, In-vik-tuhs)

*Bro, such an unnecessarily long name.* "Okay, and if you don't mind me asking, who are you?"

"I am Isabella, your personal attendant," she says, raising her body but keeping her head down. "Are you feeling okay, Young Master?"

Just as she finishes her sentence, the door opens and a beautiful, elegant woman sweeps into the room, her worried eyes betraying her poised demeanor. An equally dignified man follows her, sharing the same look of concern.

As I take in the beauty of the woman and the grace of the man, I can't help but notice the irrefutable presence of authority and strength they both exude.

The woman sits next to me on the bed, grabs my hand, and sobbing says,"Oh, Ryan, you're okay! I was so worried!"

I pull my hand back. "Um, who are you all?"

"Wait, my baby doesn't remember his parents," she says, her voice heavy with sorrow.

Trying to process this new information, I pause, then look up at everyone in the room and ask, "What happened to me?" I struggle to keep my voice steady.

The room goes silent…

A maid steps forward, her expression solemn. "Young master, you had a terrible accident and have been in a coma for a month. The Empress and Emperor have been anxiously waiting for your return." She glances at the couple, hinting at a deeper connection.

The Empress steps closer, worry evident in her eyes. "We were afraid you might never wake up," she says softly, her voice filled with sorrow. As

"Ryan, you are safe now. We're here for you," the Emperor adds.

*Wow, Ryan was lucky to have such loving parents.*

"Well, I guess we should let you rest." She says while getting, her "assets" sporadically moving as she rises.