Five

After Lyra left the room, she met with the doctor to learn more about his condition. The doctors confirmed that he had amnesia due to being in a coma for the past three months.

They told her that his memories might return with proper rest and that he should avoid stress.

She fell silent for a moment.

So he really lost his memories. But his behavior was very different from the Lucien I knew.

She frowned slightly.

He seemed… different. Calmer. Even…

She paused, then quickly shook her head.

No. That’s ridiculous. I must have lost my mind to even think he is charming.

…

A few days later, Lucien was discharged from the hospital.

During his stay, he had asked David everything he needed to know about the real Lucien.

From him, he learned about his marriage to Lyra.

It had been arranged because of his grandfather’s last wish.

There was no love between them.

They lived like strangers in the same house and even slept in separate rooms.

David also told him about Lucien’s relationship with his father, Jeffery Crossel.

Their relationship had completely broken after his father brought his mistress, Rina, into their home after his mother’s death.

Not only that, he brought along a son, Fred.

The two boys were only a few months apart in age.

Lucien had been furious.

His father had cheated on his mother, and after her death, he shamelessly brought his mistress and child into the house.

Worse still, he had forged documents and transferred all the inheritance to himself.

Lucien later discovered that his father had only married his mother for her wealth and property.

The only person who truly cared for him was his maternal grandfather.

He was the one who arranged Lucien’s marriage with Lyra through his old friend, her grandfather.

After learning all this, Lucien began to feel a quiet pity for the man whose body he now occupied.

After enduring betrayal from his own family and growing up in such an environment, the real Lucien must have been deeply hurt.

David told him that Lucien had been sent abroad at the age of fifteen and had spent seven years alone in a foreign country.

He must have been lonely.

Lucien thought about it for a long time.

Perhaps the real Lucien was not as terrible as people believed.

He was just a boy who lost his mother too early, watched his father betray her, and was forced to live with the consequences.

Even then, his father wanted to live peacefully with Rina and her son in the same house, as if nothing had happened.

It was no surprise that their relationship became distant and strained.

…

When Lucien finally left the hospital with David, he stopped at the entrance.

His gaze fixed on a large metal object nearby.

He stared at it in confusion.

David handed the luggage to the driver, then walked over to him.

He lightly tapped his shoulder.

“Master, let’s go. The mistress has sent a car for us. We should hurry. It looks like it is going to rain soon.”

The air was cold, and dark clouds were gathering in the sky.

Lucien pointed at the object.

“What is that?”

David smiled awkwardly.

“Master, that is a car. It will take us to the mansion.”

He had already grown used to explaining even the simplest things.

Lucien still did not fully understand, but he nodded and got in.

As he sat in the back seat, his eyes moved around in quiet amazement.

The space was wide, and everything inside looked refined and expensive.

Then suddenly, the car began to move.

Lucien stiffened.

He grabbed David’s arm tightly.

“It is moving… it is moving very fast. I feel dizzy.”

He held onto the seat in front of him, his grip tight.

The driver, who was barely moving at a slow speed, glanced at him in shock.

David gently patted his hand.

“It is fine, Master. Do not worry.”

After a while, Lucien slowly calmed down.

He leaned back and looked out of the window.

His eyes widened slightly.

So many strange metal boxes were moving along the road.

The buildings were tall and unfamiliar, stretching high into the sky.

Everything looked different.

“This place has changed so much,” he murmured softly.

He had once been a king consort.

And now, he stood in a world far beyond his time.

Perhaps he was the only person who had witnessed such change with his own eyes.

Everything here was fast, crowded, and full of things he had never seen before.

He saw people dressed in colorful clothes.

Some had markings on their skin.

Some wore earrings.

He watched them all with quiet shock.

Even the role of men had changed.

In this world, men could even marry other men.

It was something unimaginable in his time.

He leaned back slightly, lost in thought.

If he had been born in this era…

Would his life have been different?