"I got it, Dad. I'll be off then."
As I tried to stand up from the chair, I realized that the darn custom-made seat had in a headlock.
"Seriously, this blubber's puffing up like a balloon. How in the world does a custom-made chair get stuck?"
"What's everyone gaping at? Help him stand up!"
My so-called father bellowed at the servants, as if he's instructing a bunch of bystanders to help a buffalo trapped in the mud.
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'Sigh .. Finally, the ordeal is over'
I lay on the bed, hands covering my face. Crying? Yeah, right. More like swearing up a storm at that god for dumping into this ss.
If only I'd scored a decent body. Then I could care less about being the protagonist or getting entangled in so convoluted ss. I'd be out there, living life to the fullest. Not stuck as this chubby dude with a mana pool the size of an ocean.
By the way, let clear up this villain business. Yeah, so the thing is, he died really fast, hence the ?villain? title?
After he got tossed into the wild, he kicked the bucket, got resurrected by so dark sorcerer dude who also bit the dust because he couldn't control his own puppet.
This puppet, mind you, had more mana than the sorcerer himself. Then there's this whole hero versus villain showdown. But honestly? Couldn't care less.
Step one, scrap this absurd wedding plan. After that? I'll figure out what to do next.
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As the first rays of sunlight hit my face, I groaned and muttered, "What a way to start the day."
"Oh, forgive , young master. I was just collecting clothes for laundry," stamred a maid, her voice quivering with fear.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you co in the morning for laundry duty".
'This guy here doesn't even realize that half the maids are sent by his own mother'
Again? You see, his mother, the daughter of Duke Liander, married his father for political reasons.
Confusing, right? Well, this lad's father discovered a mana mine, and to gain control, the Duke sched by marrying off his daughter.
Sounds like a plot from a novel, doesn't it? A year after marrying the earl, she gave birth to this... well, let's just call him a character.
Who knows how much pent up his parents were to have him so quickly. The earl vowed to protect him just because he resembled his mother, as if, more like a guarantee for his mother to co back one day.
The mana mine now belongs to Duchess Kassidy Liander, yes, the lad's mother. Care for him? Not really.
She abandoned her husband once her mission was complete. She doesn't care about this lad.
The maids are here to keep an eye on him, in case he's a genius. But that mission was called off a year ago, and now there's only one maid left in the entire mansion.
"How dare you! You're going to wash all the mansion's clothes."
"..."
"Get out!"
"Y-yes, young master."
As she left the room, I could hear her murmuring, "But I'm already the one who washes all the clothes."
Damn my luck. I can't raise any suspicions from the Duchess now.
"Hey, wait! You'll wash them without using your hands and legs."
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"Hey, why is your face like this?" the head maid asked, noticing the perplexed expression on the young maid's face.
"Oh, Head Maid," the young maid replied with a sigh, "it's just that the young master ordered to wash clothes without using my hands and legs."
The head maid raised an incredulous eyebrow. "What? Doesn't he know you wash the entire mansion's clothes alone?"
"That's why I'm bewildered, Head Maid," the young maid replied with a mischievous grin.
"In the first place, I don't even have to touch the clothes to wash them"
As she spoke, a magical spectacle unfolded before their eyes, where she effortlessly used her awakened ability to clean the clothes without lifting a finger or leg, leaving the head maid both amused and impressed by her magical prowess.
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