“Her name is Ambrosia. she is from the branch family, she’ll be your little sister from now on, get along well with her, Amos.”
Amos E. Kyros, yes that's my name now. All I remember before being here was a sound of honking. I guess I must got run over by a car. and transported to a new world. Memories surges of this boy. N0, rather memories of me. I am Amos Eos Kyros, the heir to a noble family.
...
In a lavishly decorated room stood a man in his middle-age, middle-aged man. He held on to the hand of a pale blonde-haired girl as he introduced her to boy with hair golden like the sun who stood before him.
The middle-aged man was known as Aros E. Kyros, a current head of the Main Branch Kyros Duchy. Kyros House, a noble family that dates several generations back, a founding pillar of the Fredias Empire. He was also the father of stunned nine-year-old boy standing before him at this exact moment.
Amos E. Kyros was the sole son of the Kyros Main House. He had memorable facial features belong to guy that's going to collude the demon race to become its sole ruler, or so I would say if that guy wasn't me. Having head of short golden hair. Standing on a proud 1.23 meter tall, I was on the shorter end among the nobles of this country. My physique reflects my daily lifestyle of maintaining a balanced diets and getting enough exercise. Noble education had made me composed and quiet even after being hit with the sudden revelation of living in a new world, which is good because I should definitely be panicking right now.
This, however, was nothing but an empty facade.
In truth, I wanna puke. As composed as I was, I am so very confused that I could only stay silent.
...
Such silence would make one to mistake the lack of response from the boy as an answer to the middle-aged man's request but that would be a mistake, severely mistaken.
And it was this silent boy who currently stared at the young girl who was soon to become his adopted sister. The green eyes, which he inherited from his mother, narrowed tightly, and his complexion was pale. His body was as stiff as Atlas, the Titan's body as he carried the heaven in his shoulder, as unmoving as the immovable shield facing the unstoppable spear.
“Amos, why are you not responding? Are you trying to do something already!”
Noticing Ambrosia cowering behind him with a frightened expression under the pressure from Amos’s intense gaze, the middle-aged man howled at his unmoving, not responding son.
Aros was clearly displeased by his son’s behavior. He raised his hand to touch his forehead in as if having headaches.
“Ambrosia, there is no need to be afraid of him. He is just trying to scare you and see your reaction. It's my fault I didn't discipline him enough”
As man explained to the girl to help let her be less scared, he discreetly gestured to a maid at the sides of the room. The sharp-witted maid immediately stepped forward and took Amos's hand to his room.
It was then that Amos finally said something to the little girl behind him while he is walking away.
“Lets us get along, little sister”
…
Amos was really confused about his life at the moment.
He had a conflicting sense of identity. Or to be more exact, he doesn't know which one is he...
Someone from Earth that died in a car crash, or Amos, the noble heir.
He found himself in a new body in a place known as the Fredias Empire, Powerhouse of an Empire in this continent, and becoming the sole son of the long-standing noble lineage of the Kyros House. He had become the successor to a duchy’s house; he has a golden spoon, golden bowl heck even a golden toilet type of luck of a birth.
Had he not been an avid reader of novel in earth, Amos would have been more than delighted to be born into a prominent noble house in his second life. This meant that he had no need to worry about money, a guaranteed easy life. But from all the cliches he really knew about.
“My Face Card!”
“My Name Card!”
“My Smile!”
I
AM
DEFINITELY
A
VILLAIN!
A heavy silence consumed the room I was in.
“My life is over!”
The golden-haired boy inside his room grabbed his head in disbelief of his own destiny.
"WHAT DID I DO TO INCUR WRATH OF THE GODS?????!!”
After thinking all kinds of novels plot in his heads to his current life, Amos was more than certain that he had become a villain that's going to die a pathetic 30 chapter in the story death, he more than sure he is the famous evil brother that torment his adopted sister and is not even going to even be given a place to be buried.
...
The only way Amos could bring himself to calm down was the fact that he hasn't anything to his sister yet. A chance of survival was still within sight. He will never let his second chance in life to be destroyed by a mere cliches.
It was for this reason that he was silent when he saw the little girl earlier.
Ambrosia Kyros.
The Branch House Child, just from a glance, I know she is not normal, she is definitely the type to pay grudges back millionfold.
She definitely going to grow up to be beauty that's born once a century. Her crimson eyes is definitely a protagonist material. She definitely has a fanart on the internet her eyes on a sword overlooking a dead body..... MY DEAD BODY THAT IS IF I DON'T DO SOMETHING TO STOP HER.
Oh the Horror.
She will cold and lofty on the outside, but her heart was tender and fragile and that going to because I tormented her in her childhood. Probably something like that.
Of course, that was all in the future, when she finally matured to become the female protagonist that takes the aunties of internet (yeah, I know you ladies) takes pity on and cheering for her happiness. As for now, she was just a little eight-year-old stuttering of a mess brat.
I, Amos, as her nine-year-old elder brother, found myself in a very lucky and unlucky position.
With my position, I could befriend her early and stop her from hating me, no I will have to make her love me so much she doesn't have a single thought of holding a sword in my presence or use magic or curse or poison or arrow.
Unfortunately, I knew female protagonist like her will definitely already have an unresolve trauma, so this isn't going to be easy. Maybe I'd pissed her even more and get killed just 5 chapter into her novel story. In cold blood no less, without a hint of mercy. Scary.