Chapter 2: Reincarnated Into Another World (1)
Arthur stared at his reflection in the mirror. His gaze didn’t shift, his hand trailed from his smooth chest to his hair. ’I’m beautiful,’ he thought, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Contrary to what people told him about Isekai, Arthur didn’t feel anything. Well, if you excluded the pain from the memories that had flooded into him, nothing else felt unusual.
Maybe it was because he had already hoped for this to happen to him, and had read too many books with the same old trope that he decided, "Hey, why don’t I switch things up," that was if anyone could even hear him in the first place.
Arthur’s grin vanished as the memory of the last few minutes before his death flashed before his eyes.
His face turned a deep red, then with a sharp swing, he slammed his foot on the wardrobe the mirror stood on.
’Stupid Isekai! Stupid World!’ he then gripped his leg tightly, as the maids opened their eyes wide as if enjoying his little drama.
Arthur turned to them, then he crouched low, burying his face with his palm. ’So shameful, but what about my kiss,’ he sobbed slightly.
"All I wanted was one. Damn. Kiss," he whispered.
"Young Master?"
Arthur didn’t raise his head to look at the voice, but from the memory he had just inherited, he could tell who it was. "What is it, Isabella?"
The young maid with black hair and eyes pointed at her lips. "If you want a kiss, Young Master..."
Arthur raised his head, only to see the four maids pointing at their lips. "We are happy to serve you."