Chapter 17: I Came Make an Announcement!
In my past life, I was never rude to anyone. In fact, they’d probably call me something like a "beta" or a piece of shit, considering how much of a goodie-two-shoes I was, which only got worse when I started working. I was a virgin for many years, so I want to understand why things turned out this way.
Why did I reincarnate as Darius, a secondary character, a bastard who dies off-screen from food poisoning in the most pathetic way possible, and worse, why is the protagonist hitting on me?
Nothing makes sense in this damn world, but at least I can abuse the luxury of a hot shower falling over my head. Thank you, oh gods of magic!
I’m grateful for all the modern technology that exists for convenience, like a completely functional bathroom. It makes me feel refreshed after yesterday’s adventure...
Fortunately, I didn’t lose the letter written in ominous blood, it stayed in the same place: my hairy chest, and now it’s comfortably hidden and reeking of sweat among the shredded clothes on the toilet. Unfortunately, the parchments and other evidence in the cube were lost because of the Countess’s attack, leaving me with just this.
Leonhardt offered me a change of men’s clothes, finally a victory in this life. They’re almost my size, meaning I can walk around the city without an ounce of shame and safely return home.
What am I thinking? Wearing another guy’s clothes is the gayest thing I’ve ever done.
Swallow your pride now, Darius, you’re not at the palace to demand anything. We need to get home, slam this document on the Duke’s desk, and resolve things as peacefully as possible. If I can avoid talking to those spineless politicians, I’d love to.
Still, it would be great to see Ravenna’s face before the trial. We could plan something, maybe a play to tug at the hearts of those on the jury and thus divert attention from her.
Such graceful shower thoughts, but that’s enough... no, let’s leave it bathing ghosts for a while, I want Leonhardt’s water bill to be high anyway since I hate him.
Wait, boxers? What the hell, you pervert, I’m not wearing that shit!
I ignore the underwear and put on the pants and shirt. Feels good wearing something comfortable, it gives me a sense of being protected after spending a good few hours in "very revealing" clothes. I put the letter in my pocket, folding it carefully, but I prefer to ignore the smell of the thing.