Title: Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son
Genre: Slice of life, Isekai
No.Episodes: Currently Chapter 118
Summary: I who was a novel reader transferred to another world. I'm a minor villain, but my beating was already over.
With that my peaceful life awaits... or so I thought.
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Prologue
"Young master...?"
"H---mmm." As I slowly open my eyes, I see a room that I'm not familiar with. It was a big room having the appearance of a royal chamber in England. The ray of sun, entering the window, did confuse me a bit.
I can hear people crying and saying,
"Thank Aurora, he's conscious now."
'Hmmm... Who is Aurora anyway?'
I don't know why I'm having a hard time reacting to all this, it might have been because of the newfound comfort this amazingly fluffy bed gave. I would love to go back dreaming regardless of all the crying. But even if I wanted to, I couldn't since my body for some reason felt sore all over.
I had finally managed to ask,
"Where am I and who are you?"
''In your room, Young master. It is I, your butler Sebastian.'' calmly, and with a hint of sadness, replied the guy wearing what really seems like butler attire.
'Sebastian, my room, young master, and a butler?' I couldn't think straight. Last time I checked, I was wasting my time reading a novel about a protagonist who got transported into another world. He saves it from demons and other villains. After that, I dozed off.
'I'm not sure if it is because I'm really not that smart. But it looks to me, I'm either still dreaming or...'
''What happened?'' It feels weird asking someone about the situation. I barely knew them, but at this point, it seemed to be reasonable.
The reluctance on Sebastian's face was clear, but he managed to say softly,
''You've challenged a fellow classmate to a duel and lost.''
I know there is a more concerning matter, but Sebastian really is the epitome of a butler; he has this old refined face that you would easily see in an anime, especially with him having green eyes and white hair. Then again, now that I think of it, he looks similar to Alfred aka a butler of some movie about a hero who is more likely to sleep upside down.
Having misunderstood my reaction, as I looked solemnly pained, Sebastian called my name,
"Young master Naell?''
'I'm not really that smart. But piece by piece, even if I knew it was impossible, I think I'm in a different world.' With that, I once again lost consciousness.