Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping...
Awake.
Eyes open. Blearily stare at the ceiling, and then sit up. Push the covers up too, since its hot and I'm sweating.
Ugh. Sleep-sweat. It's just the worst. All sticky and gross.
Look around.
'What the fuck?'
The room is not my tiny bedroom, with the painted plywood walls, old superhero posters from when I was a child, and bookshelves and closets crammed into the corners.
This room is huge and opulent. It shines with cleanliness. Expensive-looking carpets line the floor and velvety red curtains line the large clear windows. A plush couch sits in the center, a glossy wooden table in front of it.
The bed I am sitting upright in is easily queen-sized. The sheets are made of wool and silk, incredibly well-spun.
In the corner of the room, I detect movement. A lady is bustling around in a black-and-white uniform, a somewhat frilly headdress crowning her. She is currently dusting a bookshelf.
This situation is incredibly strange. Am I still dreaming? Everything feels so real...
I pinch myself. Ouch.
This situation can't get any weirder.
At that moment, I notice something in the corner of my vision and realize that my previous words had been a jinx.
A blue screen pops up.
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[
Name: Mavus Margrave
Titles: Second Son Of Duke Margrave, Blue-Blooded Sadist
Job: n/a
Affiliation: Margrave Ducal House
Alignment: -50 (Mildly Immoral)
Racial Levels: 5
-Human: 5
Job Levels: 0
-n/a
Total Level: 5
HP: 5
MP: 5
PHY.ATK: 5
PHY.DEF: 10
AGILITY: 5
MAG.ATK: 0
MAG.DEF: 0
RESIST: 5
SPECIAL: 5
Skills: 0
-n/a
Spells: 0
-n/a
]
Familiar. The screen is reminiscent of a video game I once played. It was called Kingdom Come, and it was an RPG-based romance game targeted towards young women. It was set in a fantastical kingdom and featured a school for nobles, where a large portion of the game's storyline played out.
Based on the screen before me, I am somehow Mavus Margrave, one of the game's main villains.
That's not right though. Mavus wasn't a playable character; Kingdom Come only had one of those and that was the Protagonist. So how am I him?
Strange, stranger, strangest.
Nothing is really making sense. But going by the name on the screen and my opulent surroundings, I can come to an obvious hypothesis.
One that I can test, using that maid over there.
"You there." I say, working up the nerve to speak.
I wasn't sure if she'd listen to me. I mean, she is a maid and I am 'supposedly' Mavus Margrave, so it would make sense if I (or my 'family') was her employer. Still, I could be wrong...
Luckily though, the woman in the black-and-white uniform straightens and faces me. She seems nervous.
"Yes, young master?" She asks.
Damn. I feel weird, being called that.
I purse my lips and clear my throat a little.
"Is this the Margrave estate?"
Confusion flashes across her face.
"Yes sir."
"And... and it's owned by Marvin Margrave, one of the Kingdom's dukes?"
"Yes sir."
"He is my da- father?"
"Y- yes, sir?"
I exhale a little and narrow my eyes, ruminating upon what her answers mean. The woman keeps standing at attention, a bead of sweat running down her forehead.
Looks like she's waiting on me.
"...That's all I wanted to ask." I say.
She fidgets for a moment, but then continues standing still.
This is really awkward for me.
"You can go back to what you were doing." I clarify.
Finally, she moves, stiffly returning to her work.
Phew.
I resume thinking.
From her answers, I can surmise that - assuming this all isn't some prank or psychological study tricking me into believing that fiction was real - then I am indeed in the world of the video-game known as Kingdom Come.
Well shit.
