Solomon had breakfast which, to his amazement, didn’t have any of the burnt parts from Marvin’s… experiment.
He chuckled a little at the thought.
Thankfully, he had maintained his composure when he needed to.
A skill he had picked up as Ethan and, thankfully, it still stuck with him in his current life.
“Sorry Marvin, I want to help but I’m too much of a foodie,” he said in his heart as the savory taste of the food exploded in his mouth.
The morning sunlight streamed through the dining hall’s tall windows, bathing the long table in a warm golden glow.
The aroma of freshly baked bread mixed with the rich scent of stew, while silver utensils clinked softly against porcelain plates.
The potatoes were cooked to perfection and the spices in the stew appealed to both his nose and taste buds.
“You’re really enjoying the food today,” Silvia said.
He caught the soft smile that appeared on her lips after she tasted breakfast.
“Look who’s talking.”
Silvia stared at the plate, then back at him.
“Guess I’m also guilty.”
“Perhaps,” he said as he scooped up some stew.
“Or you’re a foodie.”
“A foodie?” She tilted her head.
“Oh no, do they not have the word foodie here?”
“What does that mean?” Silvia asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.
“It’s just a word I made up for people who like food.”
“Rude.” She rolled her eyes dramatically.
“Huh?”
“I’m not a foodie.
I don’t wanna get fat.”
“Guess I phrased it wrong.”
“Well true.
You need to stay in shape so you can fit into your legendary armor.” Solomon did air quotes with his fingers.
“It’s not legendary.” She pouted.
“I haven’t won any battles in it yet.”
Solomon raised an eyebrow at that statement.
“It’s not the way you think,” she explained quickly, waving her hands in front of her.
“I mean like a battle at war or one where I have to risk my life.”
Solomon shuddered.
“Risk your life,” he muttered.
He had died.
In a way he couldn’t explain.
He had a murderer.
Allegedly.
There was no height, identification, age, weight, or gender.
Everything was blank like a giant puzzle with a thousand pieces laid bare before him, challenging him to pick something to start with.
He was scared.
He didn’t want to find his murderer.
Much less make them part of his harem.
“I don’t even want a harem.
I just want a nice, slim girl with average height, a year younger, healthy and capable of giving birth.”
Yet he had to listen to Silvia talk about war and battles so excitedly.
She was like one of those characters in novels who ended up believing that giving up their life for the sake of humanity should be a given.
“It’s your job not to let that happen,” he told himself.
“So yeah, that sums up why my armor isn’t legendary yet.
What do you think?” She stared at him expectantly.
Solomon could admit very clearly to himself that he hadn’t heard half the things Silvia said, but he tried giving a good response regardless.
You have higher goals.
As expected of my sister,” he praised.
Silvia looked at him happily before continuing her breakfast.
He wiped nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
“As always, Earth is the best,” Solomon thought.
“When in doubt, make them feel good.”
Thankfully, most of the wisdom he’d gained came with him and had not died alongside Ethan, allowing Solomon to benefit greatly from it.
He finished his breakfast not long after.
Time ticked away as he carried on with various activities.
Marvin had gone through several trials and errors in his cooking experiments.
Jessica was well, Jessica, Wilfred somehow managed to appear when he needed him, and Silvia was there through it all.
Somewhere along the line, four days passed.
Solomon opened his eyes and realized that he only had three days left till he had to leave for the academy.
“Time sure flies when you’re having fun huh.”
Today, once again, Marvin had made a disaster, but this time, Wilfred had witnessed it.
Resulting in the conversation that he was just witnessing.
Wilfred’s laughter reached Solomon all the way from the kitchen as he walked down the hallway.
Sunlight filtered through the corridor windows, illuminating the polished wooden floor beneath his feet.
He appeared just in time to witness Marvin’s pouting face, which, weirdly enough, he found cute on occasion.
“Okay.
What did I just think?”
Sadly, he didn’t have time to dwell on that.
Wilfred and Marvin’s voices drowned out his thoughts.
“Sir Wilfred, I don’t appreciate being laughed at.”
“You somehow burned water.”
“I don’t know how that happened.”
“Water?”
Solomon realized that Marvin would have gained a special achievement if he were on Earth.
Special Category awarded to Marvin for burning water now recorded in Guinness’ Book of World Records.
He smiled at the thought before wandering off.
Ever since his training with his sister, he hadn’t failed to train or spar with his instructor occasionally.
Practicing the family’s light magic spell had also become a necessity.
If he was allowed to brag, he would say he was doing quite well for a transmigrated noob.
He didn’t get too far before Jessica appeared.
“Here to vent your frustrations?” Solomon smirked.
“Sadly no.
This time I have a message from your father.”
“My father?” Solomon frowned.
The words made him remember his parents on Earth.
Everything reminded him of Earth.
And he had been in this world for a month already.
He wondered if his parents already knew about his death.
“Young Master Solomon.” Jessica waved her hands in front of his face.
“Yes?”
She stared at him briefly before speaking.
“He’s in his study if you need him.”
Solomon felt slightly confused.
Jessica sighed.
“Down the hall and to the left.”
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Solomon headed in the direction Jessica indicated and easily found his destination.
He knocked twice.
“Come in.”
The smell of books and the globes scattered all around the room greeted him the moment he stepped in.
He was actually surprised.
“So astrologers also exist here.”
“Solomon,” a deep, suave baritone voice called, pulling him from his inspection of the room.
“Yes?”
His eyes finally abandoned the full sweep of the study he had been conducting and settled on the man seated behind the desk.
Solomon and Silvia’s father appeared to be in his late forties, carrying himself with the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to having others seek his wisdom.
His black hair, streaked faintly with silver at the temples, was combed neatly back, revealing a broad forehead and sharp features.
Deep violet eyes—so similar to the night sky he spent his life studying—watched Solomon from behind a pair of thin spectacles, calm and unreadable.
His face was distinguished by a straight nose, a strong jaw softened by age, and faint lines around his eyes that spoke of long nights spent poring over ancient texts and star charts.
Dressed in dark robes embroidered with silver constellations along the sleeves and collar, he looked less like a noble and more like a scholar who had devoted his life to understanding the mysteries of the heavens.
There was nothing outwardly intimidating about him, yet the moment Solomon met his gaze, he understood why people called him one of the kingdom’s greatest magic astrologers.
It felt as though the man could see far more than he let on.
“So that’s why Silvia said he was important.”
“Yes, Father,” he answered respectfully, unconsciously straightening his posture beneath the man’s scrutiny.
“You really have changed,” his father remarked after studying him for a few moments.
Miles Ashbourne.
The name belonged to the man currently looking at him as though he were a bad apple that had somehow decided to corrupt itself.
“Do you know why I called for you?” he asked as he lowered his gaze to the star charts spread across his desk.
“Because I leave in three days?” he answered.
“Isn’t that too late?”
“No.
It’s when the academy expects you to start arriving,” Miles explained, adjusting his spectacles with a finger.
“You’re given a week to come over, or the enrollment will be revoked.”
“Oh.”
“I sidetracked a bit,” Miles added after collecting himself, setting his pen aside with deliberate care.
“You will not be attending alone.”
Solomon simply waited for the rest, his fingers tapping lightly against the side of his trousers.
“I’ve decided to assign you two attendants and a guard.”
“Oh.”
“Mhmm.” Miles picked up his pen once more.
“It’ll be Jessica, Marvin, and Wilfred.”
Solomon’s brain short-circuited.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes, Father.”
A lie.
Jessica, he could understand.
Wilfred, probably.
But Marvin was completely unexpected.
“What’s wrong with the universe?” he cried internally.
“It’s making sure I really help Marvin.”
The corners of Miles’ lips twitched ever so slightly as if he had noticed the brief shift in Solomon’s expression, though he said nothing about it.
Solomon realized then and there by himself that higher powers were involved.
Unknown to him at the time, he was actually right.
Somewhere up above and far away, a goddess stared down with a faint smile.
“So that’s how you want to play it, *******.”
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