reborn as lazy lord destined to doom

A warm embrace of morning light woke me up from what seems to be a deep slumber, I never overslept exept when i was drunk from parties in the office.

I wanted my hands to reach for my phone with out displacing my ass and call my PA before he does but something felt odd, the ceiling which was painted plain white with simple interior with a professionally embedded centralised air conditioner is what should have been the first thing i sew when i wake up but that isn't the case.

"5 more minutes.....!!.." I mumbled

"Fuck where the hell am i"  I screamed

Beause what was before me when i woke up was not a reserved and decent interior that i planned when i hired an engineer for constructing my private accomodation but a fucking 5.3 meter high ceiling with a falcon shaped crest big enough to be called 'interior' embedded in it...wait is it right to use the word 'interior' to describe what i am seeing? i don't think so ,this is a fucking 'coffer'.

I got off the bed and examined the room with anxiety riling up my instincts to flee and find people.., i calmed myself down because valuntarily meeting people with unkown intentions in a closed unknown space is probably a bad idea.

There is a table decorated with the flowers in a transparent expensive looking vase and the wood the table is made off was engraved with various designs and a colourful chair that matches the colour of cloth covering the table's desk. this set up doesn't sit right with a room where you tie up your targets for ransom ,heck i am not even tied up and the windows through which sunrays are dawning is not locked suggesting this isn't a situation where i am captured and is acting as a collateral for ransom.

With this in mind i slowely built up courage to go beyond the door given it is not locked and meet the people, each step i took is on an expensive carpet screaming comfort as if walking on delicate flowers, though ticklish these 8 steps are the most comfortable steps of my life.

"Must be a broadloom....wonder what kind of madman bought one big enough to cover this whole room" i wondered remembering all the rich clients and partners i knew.

"Probably Noah from Blythe family...he has a fetish for antiques" I assumed thinking i somehow eneded up as his guest and overslept from drinking yesterday with him in a party or something since i can't remember what was i doing yesterday.

just as i reached the door i heard a knock probably someone from other side, All the courage i had pent up till now left my body as if it never existed. i decided to wait and let the person from other side intiate whatever the sequence this follows.

"young master, I assume you are awake, if you let me i would like to help you get ready to attend the meal arranged by His grace the lord Everard" a sweet and respectful tone belonging to a lady in her early twenties.

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EVERARD!!! The moment my mind grasped the sound of it my legs started trembling ,i cought the doorknob both as a measure to avoid falling and resist if the person on other side ever tries to enter....because EVERARD is the name i thought of while making up the name of father of former lord of House 'GYRFALD'...yes the same name i thought of while writing the nov-

wait yes i remember... i was about to start writing my first ever novel in my room and then...and then what happened...anxiety crept up again the composure i built thinking i am a guest is crumbled, the air my lungs are recieving is not enough to maintain my agitated state caused by sudden adrenalin pump, i gripped the doorknob firmly as if letting that go is equivalent to letting my heart take it's first ever rest.

"young master, shall i excuse my-"

"you are late, what could possibly be more important than tending to me especially when it's my father his grace i am supposed to meet"?

I spoke with a poker face devoid of any emotions which i usually use when i am in office and stern tone with no hint of flickering and anxiety...This is the skill that made people think william crutz is a far more dangerous of an entity than all of 2nd gen and most of old gen business mammoths. Yes i am not famous just for my knowledge but also for the tricks and skills i absorbed from following my father everywhere he went.

"ahh...i-i my apologies young master, madam sirane had me supervise dining hall, i will nev-"

"i understand but it is getting late, if you don't hurry up i will have to do the samething with my father as you are doing with me,that is making EXCUSES" i said with a tone that implies both accepting apologies and reprimending for the tardiness.

"o-ofcourse young master, at once"

since the maid seem flustered i can safely assume she won't be speaking for a while and keep her focus on making my appearance presentable.

Did i not doubt the whole 'young master' thing? yes i did and instead of saying 'get in' i opened the door myself because for me to believe this is all not a prank, just a name which can also be matched coincidentally is not enough so i checked whether the appearance of the maid aligns with the one i thought for my novel which resulted in me accepting the reality. just when i opened the door a beautiful girl with a serious and professional demeanor stood before me, her crisp uniform and steady gaze making her as a maid of impeccable poise.

Then a transperant window materialised to her right showing her stats this proved that i am reincarnated as the only person who posses the skill 'inspect'

                                                                               CLARA FINCH

                                                                                  Race: Human

                                                           strength:71                           Grade:B-

                                                           Speed    :83                           Grade:A-

                                                         Endurance: 54                          Grade:D 

                                                                                   Combat power : C                                          

                                                        Intelligence:14                            Grade:A

                                                     Comment: Nah!! dude, naaahh! This girl is no maid....                        

Ladies and Gentlemen i reincarnated. Do i actually believe this? no. Does me not believing make a difference to the reality? No. so what should i do..? 'ADAPT' ... Adapt to whatever the shit life presents you with, the strongest may be the top of food chain if it's jungle...but among humans? In society the most flexible one will always have the last laugh, that has been the case atleast according to my experience.

"Young master, please check in the mirror and tell me if there are any adjustments you want me to make" said my maid with out any of those fluster and anxiety she showed me before and with her brown eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror.

"Good job, there is no need for further adjustments" I declared with out showing on my face how amazed i am about my own looks.

I was considered handsome even according to standards back on earth but this guy with professional touch from his maid and expensive looking dress covering the skinny nature of his body he looks more handsome than my previous self.

"I am thankful for such high praise, if you may, let us head towards dining hall youngmaster" she said while bowing graciously implying she is thankful and with a tone that suggests urgency, and her blonde hair dancing with grace,lifted by gentle breeze flowing through the window.

Seriously!? high praise? i can't tell if she is really thankful or being sarcastic!

"Yes, lead the way" i said acting as if i am examining my reflection in the mirror.

"My pleasure, youngmaster" she said, walking fast and yet paying enough attention to make sure her steps are light and decent.

Walking behind her agile yet beautiful figure i wondered what is the current timeline..timeline for the nonexistant plot? not that... i mean everard gyrfald is the current duke suggesting i am yet to takeover which means my demise haven't started yet...demise!? yes demise.Do you know the character i am reincarnated into? it's Hugo gyrfald the duke with no head on his torso after the protagonist who is a commoner overthrows his rule.

To be honest it's only fair for people to be angry with him after all his atocities... yes hugo is a piece of shit who only knows how to showcase his unnecessary and excessive grandeaver at the expense of people's hard earned money in the form of taxes. The reforms his father everard brought to his duchy through various connection are all halted with him saying "not enough funds for that shit" and people are exhausted beyond words which made fear and loyalty turn into disgust and rebellion. His dumb and lazy ass couldn't even understand early symptoms of a rebellion that involved disobediance from most of the counts and viscounts under him.

But what i still don't understand is how is a commoner allowed enough activity to overthrow a duchy? yes the rebellion but rebellion is something you get to see only under the rule of baron or viscount at best.

Marquis and dukes represent the authority of Emperor himself. They are the faces of empire, unless emperor himself is involved, a rebellion is not possible against marquis and not to mention the duke.But what can a commoner offer the emperor? nothing.

If emperor wants to change the duke he simply has to be cunning enough to support a viscount and spread various rumours which involve mixture of undermined truth and exaggerated lies over time on current duke and prsent that viscount the title duke on a right occasion with the backing of 3 or more reigning dukes all while making the current duke undergo trails in royal court and then dethrowning him in a public gathering.

For it to be a rebellion there is only one possibility the emperor is fixated on making the protagonist the duke if not there is no need for rebellion to change the duke. Emperor desperate enough to cause a rebellion in his own empire suggests sevearity of the issue, i should be able to find the reason if i fuck around a little.

"young master, we are here, i will open the door on your command." she spoke with a respectful yet firm tone.

"Has my father arrived?" i asked.

"Madam serine should be here at the door if that was not the case, suggesting His grace has already arrived, But you are not late young master" she replied ,indirectly suggesting her tradiness this morning did not effect this meeting hence giving meaning to her urgent tone earlier.

So beyond this door is duke everard, a warrior whose name struck fear into his enemies, their hearts chilled with dread on the battlefield.His blade a swift harbinger of ruin and proof of him being a tempest of valor. The falcon duchy unlike all other 7 duchies is built solely by him. His valor and commanding demenour rivaling even that of the emperor quickly made the falcon duchy tear into the ranks of top 3 duchy of Valthryon empire.

"Open the door" I said with an unwavering tone and walked straight into the hall with movements that shows no hint of hesitation, exuding an air of confidence leaving behind my stunned maid. 

The maid stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at hugo, unable to align the confident figure before her with the hugo she knew who shivers with fear at the mere thought of his father.