Long Dream

It was pitch black.

You cannot see anything, even with the sun tenfold astronomical unit behind you.

But this tiny, almost unseen white light starts to enlarge from nowhere, and then—

BAM!!!

Then there's it.

A marble white wall encircles within your sight, accompanied by tons of fancy, lavish furniture around you. You remember nothing of this room layout—heck, it truly is a waste of money just for one simple, average room!

"... Good morning, Young Master."

A wrinkly old lady stood up beside you, bowing as if you are the ultimate being. She folds the blanket as you get out of the bed. "Young Master, you will be late to attend today's classes."

What the?

You, barely conscious from that white light's weird explosion, have to attend classes?

"Young Master."

No, let's assess our situation, first.

This room definitely belongs to someone around the Medieval era... With these expensive items scattered across, we can safely attest this person was not someone normal—.

"Young Master." She called in a higher tone, "You will be late!"

"No." You talked.

"What...?" She frowns. She stopped the blanket folding, "Do you have something to take care of, Young Master?"

Sure, you want to utter that old lady about memory's absences inside your head, but let's not start the fire. There's plenty of matters to discuss, but the first step...

"I'll study alone. And relay this message; Cancel any meetings for a week straight."

She trembles in horror, "... Are you sure, Young Master?"

"You'll do well to understand my message."

"... Alright, Young Master. I shall then—."

You shut her lips up, "Wait, I will arrange my schedule myself. You will just fetch me the food, fill my drinks, and leave quickly. Do not try to pry me. Oh, and I'll take care of my room alone."

She bows and leaves the room without any questions.

Your first step, done.

"Now, move onto the second step..."

Your legs start to walk to the balcony. Upon opening the door, foliage color starts to invade your memory. There are massive trees on the edge of the city. You knew this panorama too well.

You can possibly never forget the setting.

However, you should know something's not right.

Yes.

Your memory's absences.

You cannot remember your own memory. This panorama is something that should be normal, but you barely know this piece of information.

But let's not forget...

"... Where the hell am I...?"

You begin to wander around, finding plenty of books at the wooden study desk. You remembered this texture, yet you wonder the reason behind this unknown feel.

A handwritten name displayed on the first page;

[ Oliver C. Hawkett ]

"Strange."

You feel as if you knew something who share the same name as this Oliver. The riddle seems piled up like no tomorrow.

Fortunately, a human-sized mirror had already been set near the wardrobe. You took another step and now stood up facing them.

A straight jet-black haired with a pair of turquoise eyes. Height is no higher than around 5 feet 8 inches.

This is Oliver C. Hawkett, huh.

"You're Oliver." As if talking to oneself in the mirror.

Touching the mirror, you mumbled as if praying, "It seems I'll have to set a new path to find my true self using you, Oliver."

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