The Female Lead's Brother

After calming himself he analyzed the situation.

“So...this is what they call transmigration?” He asked himself and sighed.

“I wanna scream and question everything that's probably not gonna help...”, he said while in deep thought.

I fell down the stairs...am I d*ad?

But more importantly...this face...

White hair with red sharp eyes. There's absolutely no mistake. I've become Zaria Alba!

Zaria Alba...the female lead, Fleur's brother...

But why him...?

He only appeared in the novel when he tried to separate his sister with the Duke...

The Duke of Damask...a cruel man who k*lled all men who dared look at Fleur's way...Zaria thought his obsession would be harmful to his sister in the future so he...

Damian, or rather, Zaria sighed.

“He tried to break them up...” He whispered.

He searched for Fleur, but the Duke didn't let them meet...The Duke k*lled him before he got the chance to tell his sister the reason why men who pursued her disappeared...

And the most twisted part of it was how the Duke attended Zaria's funeral like nothing happened...Zaria's d*ath was said to be an accident, but it's far from it...

The Duke shamelessly comforted Fleur, and she fell for it...

He grumbled and grabbed his hair, “what should I do now?”

Before having the chance to think more a knock came from the outside. It made Zaria flinch.

The door opened. A middle-aged butler with long brown hair with strands of white in it stood at the door with a dignified posture.

“Young master. It's Xan. May I enter?” He said with a respectful smile while fixing the monocle on his left eye.

Zaria was silent for a moment. “Xan...?” he whispered.

His eyes widened as if realizing something. He hesitated but he still replied, “yes...you may”.

The butler completely went inside the room. He glanced at Zaria, “Perhaps you had an unpleasant dream, young master. You seemed troubled...”.

Zaria smiled nervously and answered, “oh...you can tell...?”

Xan looked at him, his smile never faded, “I've known you since you were born. You mustn't underestimate me, young master.”

Zaria smiled genuinely, “hehe... you're right...”

Xan stood silent for a bit. After pausing, he finally brought the tray from outside and poured tea. He glanced at Zaria and gestured to him. Zaria who knew what he meant sat at the table and sipped the tea, while Xan went straight to the closet.

The Butler, Xan...the loyal servant of Count Alba...he was assigned to take care of Zaria...

Forgetting a loyal man like him would be a sin...

He was the one who investigated the disappearance of Fleur's suitors...he was the one who told Zaria...

He died protecting Zaria...

Zaria sighed.

...but it's sad that the moment he d*ed, he thought Zaria survived

D*mn that Duke...

“Young Master...” It was Xan calling for him. But Zaria didn't happen to hear him and continued to grumble internally.

“Young Master?” Xan repeated, but Zaria stayed silent.

With a loud voice Xan repeated it again, “Masted Zaria...!”

This time Zaria heard it clearly. He was startled. “Oh...I'm sorry. I was lost in thought...”, he replied.

Xan sighed and spoke, “it cannot be helped then. Now, get up, and I'll help you change.”

Zaria was undeniably confused and asked, “for what...?”

“You promised the Young Lady Fleur that you'd help her pick a dress.” Xan replied.

Zaria remained confused, “a dress...?”

Xan sighed and added, “Have you forgotten...? The Duke had come home from the war. And the Royal Family is throwing a banquet for the empire's victory.”

After a short silence, Zaria remembered something and appeared shocked. “The Duke...?” he said in a low voice.

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