Lancelot“I was informed that you favour unique items, no matter what is it. I guessed that you would love this house to be filled with them, so as you can see,” His long introduction halted with him motioning both of his hands to one of the windows in the hallway.“This window is decorated with high quality tiles and wood. The paint too...” One of his hands twirled around the scene as he spoke. “Is made of high quality ingredients, so it won’t peel off during the most wet of seasons, so you won’t have to worry about the paint for as long as you want, until you feel the want to change it.”My gaze followed along his motion, because well, I’m impressed enough with the interior design when I first walked through this place, so a part of me is curious about what source they used to renovate this house with.Aran said something about high quality tiles and woods, and even paint. I know there is this sense

LancelotI was given a choice; which is either to resume my work as a noble and handle the fief, or take a rest for a few more days. I was kind of feeling trapped being at Asher’s family mansion, and was raring to go back home and meet my people. So, with that in mind, I chose the latter.As of now, I was having a game of frisbee with the knights on the training ground. I had been cooped up in a building for a long time I played with them like a mad dog. I threw the frisbee while they caught it, and they threw the frisbee while I caught it. Playing with knights is a good choice of their own, as the knights have high stamina and durability, so playing with them is fun.After spending the entire evening playing, at night, I pampered myself with an aromatic bath session made by the servants. I let my servants to do a manicure and a clean-up, listening to some of the servants bicker, before I soak myself in the bathtub filled with aromatic infusion and flower

(Lancelot’s POV)The novel “The Love of My Life” is a story best suited for teenagers. That being said, some of the topics discussed in the novel weights heavily on romance compared to other elements, world building included. Because of that, the scale between the love interests’ life stories and others’ life stories tipped unfairly to the love interests’ side.Not like I have any problem with it when I read it. Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life.Even though this world more or less fit the fantasy genre.And even more so, when I was chosen to live inside a world as such. On the floor of a roofless wooden carriage, a huge and white furred monster was lying dormant. It

Lancelot’s POVWhile we were on our way to meet this acquaintance that Hans knew, I realized something while I was glancing at the scenery outside the carriage.“I really have returned here, huh?” I muttered.“What’s that supposed to mean, Count?” Aran blinked.Oops.“Sorry, I was just talking to myself.” I tried to quickly brush it off. It felt extremely uncomfortable especially when Hans gave me that concerned look.“What are you talking about, My Lord? This place IS your home. It’s of no question that you should return here.” His tone sounded almost hurtful, making my hand reflexively reached out to grab his hand for comforting. Thankfully, Hans was sitting across me so the thought of having to cross my arm through Aran’s gaze, which would definitely be a cause of ruse, didn’t happen.Hans’ lips twitched into an inexplicable knot, bordering between conflict and content(?) that seemed to go against each other.I can’t really tell them that this world isn’t even my home. Ah, one of t

Lancelot’s POV“Good morning, My Lord!” Silica hollered, as if her original voice wasn’t loud enough. “Come on, My Lord. If you didn’t wake up right now, us servants won’t have enough time to dress you up prettily before the opening of the festival!” She then added a scolding on the side.“…Ugh.” I could hear my own grunt resonating through the muffle of my pillow. It’s a mix between irritation, and despise. Silica’s voice wasn’t this irritating originally, but I was probably easily ticked this morning because of how late I slept last night.Why is it morning already?Are mornings created to actually torture people?“…Why do I have to prepare early in the morning? Wasn’t the festival is supposed to happen late in the evening?” Like what Aran said to me right after I returned to Isaiya, the people of Isaiya wanted to celebrate for my return