I was sitting in the luxurious carriage of Duke Decatry, with his daughters, Ana van Arteriólis, Sara van Graylor and Ariny van Decatry. Ana was sitting beside me, Sara and Ariny were in front of us, one of them sleeping and the other looking out at the street, admiring the blue and red pine trees.
Ana was drawing on a piece of parchment with a piece of charcoal. Who would have thought that when they are doing things they enjoy, they can stay quiet.
Before leaving the duchy, I had spoken with Andy. He had told me that I could raise my hand against her if necessary; I know it is strange for a father to say to a slave he barely knows, but after hearing what this crazy woman is capable of, believe me, you will not find what the duke said so strange.
To break the suspense, the only thing I can say is that she likes to "play" with the lives of others, whether animals or people, and the way she played with the lives of others was extremely morbid.
I look at Sara who was now sleeping calmly. Outside, one could hear the beating of the horses' hooves; each time a hoof hit the sandy ground, the sword at my side, on the left, near the ruby-filled red door, danced, also with each beat of the sleeping hearts in this beautiful carriage. And that seemed to begin to irritate the only one awake in the carriage, Ana, who looked at me with palpable anger.
Of the three sisters, surprisingly, she was the calmest, so perhaps I should be careful. I grab the sword and put it between my legs so as not to irritate her. With her face in a mask of "calmness", she says:
"Ethan, right?"
"Yes, my lady." She looks at me with a stunned expression.
"It is a surprisingly beautiful name. You might be lucky with a chosen one of the gods, who knows." And she starts laughing a lot.
"Do you think so, my lady?"
"Oh, please, Ethan, call me by my name. Daddy is not here, and even if he were, you are a chosen one of a god, he wouldn't mind. And no, I don't think you can have a chance with those arrogant ladies. I don't like them at all either, you know? Looking at the way they act, I feel happy that I am not one!" And she continues laughing at my face.
"My..." I try to speak, but she looks at me with an evil face. – "I mean, Ana, if you allow me to ask, what is so special about these chosen ones, after all?"
She looks at the sleepy dark forest, kind of daydreaming, and after a few minutes, she answers me with a big smile:
"You are dumber than you look, Ethan." Which is not a lie, no matter how much I wanted to, I know very little about this world; but I'm still a monster when it comes to math!
"Don't treat me like that, Ana, I have problems with my memories."
"Oh, Ethan, why do you look so serious? Smile! You'll see that it doesn't matter that much in this duchy, but be aware that we are going to a school, and if you don't want to embarrass my daddy, then start working on that memory of yours." She warns while smiling and looking at my sword and the paper Ariny had given me yesterday.
"You want to know more about the chosen ones of the gods, huh!?" And she reaches for the paper, but I grab her hand before she can reach my thigh and take the paper out of my pocket. "Oh? You think I'm going to steal your paper. He-he-he. Don't worry, Ethan, I don't need it. But if you want to know more about yourself, then I advise you to give it to me, that is, if you really want to." And she gives me a mischievous smile, very uncommon on her golden porcelain skin.
"Ugh, fine, here you go!" I resign myself and give her the paper. She opens it and looks at me the same way a tiger looks at a rabbit. And brings the piece of paper up to my face.
"Spit on the paper, darling!!" Darling? But what darling? Yesterday she called me a slave and treated me like trash, and now she comes at me with "darling" to try to make me spit on a piece of paper? What does she think I am? A pervert? Well, thinking about it, maybe I even am, but not for her. I want elves, and that is if I can't recover my dear Júlia! I refuse to spit on a piece of paper under the orders of this murderess!
"No." I answer calmly, as if I were a kind king seeking patience so as not to hit the spoiled daughter, in order not to annoy her.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ethan, you are so funny! I didn't ask you, I commanded you. I even called you darling, thinking that at least that way you wouldn't try to disobey me." And she brings the piece of paper that Ary (Ariny) had given me closer to my face. Then she looks me in the eyes with a crazy smile and shakes the paper.
"Fine." And seeing that she was getting irritated, despite smiling, I spit on the paper.
"You grab it and look inside, Ethan." And so I do. And, oh my god, what I saw was... black. The paper had turned black with some white letters, not even the strongest stars during the darkest nights. Although there were things written on the paper, I still couldn't understand what was written there.
"I can't understand what is written on the paper, Ana." – I speak while trying to decipher the strange symbols on the paper. But what the hell did you give me, Ary?
"Wait, I completely forgot that you don't remember anything, Ethan. You look like one of those fairy tale protagonists who die and end up in another world without the memories of the bodies they stole. It would be so cool if those stories were true... But they are not." – She says sadly, stops and thinks for a few moments. "Oh, yes, here. This is Dessus-rarir, a drug capable of making you understand any language, whether hearing it or looking at its vocabulary for five minutes. You have five minutes, so hurry up."
"Thank you very much, Ana." I say with a big smile on my face and finally swallow the drug. Ana looks at me with pride and says:
"You're welcome, Ethan. I suppose belonging to the lineage of one of the most powerful families has its benefits."
And as soon as she finishes speaking, my vision becomes clearer, as if I were in the world of the gods. The paper shone brighter than before, it wasn't dark like a few seconds, and now I understood what was written on it.
[Hello, my master, say: Enrellus]
"Enrellus, right?" Ana asks me with a smile on her face.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"My father was also Macano's chosen one once, so I know practically everything there is to know, Ethan. After you say Enrellus, he will ask you if you want to see your 'status', and you will say yes, and you will stare at the paper for whole minutes until the Dessus-rarir wears off."
"Wow, that's... strange..."
"I know, the best thing to do is to look. As long as you are weak and dumb, you won't be able to see the rest, like your titles or how to improve a certain skill."
"Okay, then I'll look at this so-called 'status' you speak of." – I say with excitement. In my past life I had read a large number of webnovels about systems and that sort of thing, and every time I read, I loved it. I can't wait to see what awaits me. – "Enrellus!"
And the paper changes:
[...*Opening your status, my master...]
| Name: Ethan Mello Young / Race: ??? |
| Normal attributes – /Strength: [10/45] /Stamina: [2/6] /Agility: [20/55] /Speed: [65/100] /Rational Intellectus: [85/99] |
| Magic?? – 000/??? |
| Charm – 100/??? |
| Female Repulsion (from the chosen ones of the gods): 101/100!!! |
| Skills: ??? |
| Number of women seduced: 0/??? |
I stop for a few moments to look at this so-called system and... Female Repulsion???