Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

As I\'d thought, the lawn of this mansion was so big that my entire house could fit inside it and there\'d still be a reasonable amount of space left.

Rem led me inside the mansion and I was even more amazed by seeing the inside. I had never seen this type of architecture before, the way the pillars were built and supported the weight of the whole mansion along with contributing to the decoration of the mansion was just amazing.

Although I wanted to admire the beauty of these things, I couldn\'t look in every possible direction in awe because I had a reputation to maintain; an act I had to keep playing.

Going around the big hall of the mansion and then through some hallways Rem and I finally entered a room that was guarded with a beautiful dark oak door. However, while stepping inside I saw that there was no one inside.

Only two luxurious-looking couches and a round wooden table, everything other than that was either for decoration or something I didn\'t know the use of.

Rem gestured for me to take a seat and following his advice I sat on one of the couches. There was a notepad and pen lying on the table, Rem pointed at it with his finger.

"Write whatever you want to talk about with the Archduke in form of a letter. If he is interested in you then you would get the opportunity to meet his grace, otherwise, you will have to leave," he explained.

"I see. I will do that then," I replied. And for a minute after that, we both stared at each other.

"My apologies," Rem said, moving away from me he went and stood by the side of the door.

This was another of those hidden trails. If I had started writing while he was still there in a position where he could see what I was writing, then I\'m sure I would\'ve been kicked out right then and there.

But with those things taken care of now, I picked up the pen and notepad. Then I wrote anything but one line: \'I know where your daughter is right now, and what you are trying to do with her.\'

Then I graciously tore the paper off the notepad and folded it twice before handing it to Rem.

"Wait here," he said before leaving the room. I stood there before the door for a minute, then when I was sure that he\'d left. I put my hand on the handle and tried to pull the door backward to open it. It didn\'t budge.

\'As I thought.\'

There was no window in this room either, by locking the door they were basically making sure I couldn\'t do anything if my intentions were to deal any harm to the Archduke or the mansion.

There was no reason to complain so I went back to the couch and sat on my place—on the couch.

I waited. A few minutes passed, then a few more, then half an hour passed. No one came.

But then the lock of the door clicked and it opened, behind the door was a mob of guards and the Archduke himself.

Two guards accompanied him inside while the others waited outside. He came and I stood up to greet him, however, he gestured with his hand and I sat back. He took the place on the other couch in front of me.

I took a look at him and understand what a high-class noble is like. I am not even talking about the quality of his clothes here, just the way he sat was admirable on its own. His every movement was carefully gracious.

The Archduke or Rulbenl Rosenberg was a man in his forties. He had long brown hair which had started to go white, the color of his eyes was gray and he didn\'t have a beard. In short, he didn\'t resemble Ellyn in the least.

It was reasonable as well since Ellyn was their adopted daughter.

"My greetings, your grace," I said as I bowed a little.

He raised his hand, "There\'s no need for that. I heard you had something you wanted to talk about?"

\'What was the meaning of deliberately making me wait for half an hour when you can\'t control your own emotions and jump straight to the topic,\' I thought.

"Yes, your grace. It\'s a rather important matter, but…" I stopped and cast my gaze at the two guards standing behind his couch. "I believe it is a sensitive matter and you wouldn\'t like others to hear about it."

"That is true," he said and gestured for the guards to leave the room. They followed his order and stepped out of the room, leaving us alone.

"I believe you would like it if I get straight to the point?" I asked calmly. He nodded.

"I see. Then let me say this, I know that you are trying to kill your own daughter," I said.

"You are aware that you can get arrested for accusing me of this?" Rulbenl stated. I nodded.

"Yeah, I know. Do you know that you can lose your archduke title if the word of this got out, your grace?" I appealed with a sweet smile on my face.

His eyes twitched, he was probably not expecting this blunt way of speaking. Honestly, I would\'ve tried a different approach but I did not have much time to waste on him.

"On what basis are you accusing me of such lowly crimes? Do you have any proof to back your claims?" he inquired as he shifted in his seat.

"Proof?" I said as I leaned back. "I think you are misunderstanding something. You are asking me for proof, but I have the girl herself, your grace. And both you and I know that she\'d be more than willing to speak in public?"

Rulbenl closed his eyes and sighed. He opened his again and leaned forward as he said.

"So? What do you want? Money? Fame? Women?" he asked.

"No, quite the contrary I\'d say," the smile on my face changed.