Life Of Marquess Adopted Son

"Oh shit, it's me?"

Arditian stared at her appearance in the mirror.

Although her hair and eye color looked ordinary, her face could be said to be handsome. A pure white face, smooth without any cuts and scratches at all.

A body that was not too thin but still looked muscular with good posture.

Arditian held his chin, noticing the face that was very different from his scarred face in Indonesia. The water reflected from the silver container and the wet face.

This is not a dream, if it was how could I possibly feel the sensation of that water so tangibly like this? Arditian glanced at his room.

A large and magnificent room, it was almost 10 times bigger than the rent he had rented in Bandung for Rp.700,000 (about 50$), a small one-bedroom with no bathroom and narrow air circulation.

The door clicked, making Arditian avert his eyes. He saw a man with fair hair who was quite old, the man's clothes were layered with a vest and vest and tie. His clothes seemed to have a long tail because the back was quite long, even so, it made the man look somehow like a neat person.

"Young master Myru, Marquiss, and MArquise are awaiting your presence at the dining table." Not recognizing the man, Arditian just acted indifferent.

"Is that so?"

"Then I will assist with Young Master's preparations."

With a clap, several servants came into this sizable room while grooming him. Like a miracle, the nightwear he had just been wearing was now transformed into a quality cloth with various expensive accessories attached to it.

"How is the young master, is there anything you want to change?"

Arditian looked straight at the old man who seemed to be his main caretaker. From the results Ardika got, it looked like he was a young master of the marquess by the name of Myru. The servants even stared down without noticing him at all,

Ardika or now Myru looked back at the glass reflection and stared at himself. As he dug, he looked like a handsome man, at least he was more handsome than Ardika who lived in Indonesia for 29 years.

Though his life in the old world was quite difficult, he had to fight tooth and nail to live, eat and breathe. He was already happy when he died but it turned out that he was brought back to life in this place.

He almost cursed God and the social demos for not letting him die in peace and instead transferred his soul to a place like this. But this face...

"Ben, how old am I this year?" Myru asked Ben who was the older man. While changing clothes, Myru accidentally looked at the handkerchief in the pocket and saw the name carved with dark yarn. Ben, who had been silent, smiled gently at his young master. "This year young master Myru will be 18 years old," he said kindly.

No wonder he looked so fresh, he was 10 years younger than his original soul... Ardika looked back at Myru's face and nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.

"Okay, you can go"

The perpetrators who were about to leave because their work was done stopped when Myru took off the outfit, their eyes staring at him

"These clothes are too heavy. Remove all the jewelry first."

The servants' eyes widened in surprise, not only them but also Ben did the same. Why? Is there anything wrong if he wanted to change into something more casual? He was just going to have breakfast, but this many clothes and jewelry were provided and attached to him.

"Young master, if you're planning to make the marquis lift the punishment it seems like it won't be useful. I'm sorry but... we've been told to prevent you from easily leaving the mansion again."

Arditian was silent for a while. It seemed like he was causing a lot of trouble too often or people were treating him differently.

It seemed like it was good to look convincing while seeing the state of this new world first, but comfort was still important.

"It has nothing to do with that, Ben help me take this off." Myru's personal servant approached and helped remove the jewelry surrounding the noble young lord.

"You guys," Myru looked at the servants one by one.

The other servants remained rigidly silent as Myru stared at them. "Get out."

Coldness and fear filled the people as Myru's eyes looked at them expressionlessly. Myru smiled with satisfaction as he watched everyone leave, leaving only him and Ben.

I've been holding back, but changing clothes with the help of that many people... no thank you. Arditian usually very rarely showed his body to others even to his friends, it was because the wounds on his skin could not disappear and looked so threatening. Even though he was currently in the body of a wealthy young master, it still didn't feel very comfortable.

I want to kick everyone out, but I can't seem to. In the fantasy novels he often read online, a nobleman is not allowed to change his own clothes. That's why he left Ben alone.

"Young master, don't scare them, they are new here."

"Scare? Who?"

It was obvious that he was allowing the workers to go out to take it easy.

Ben didn't answer, the old man chose to accompany his young master out of the room and walked around the mansion he was currently staying in.

"Ben, change this. If I'm being punished at least my appearance needs to appear regretful." Along the way, he could see several maids or servants stealing glances at him. Some immediately looked down not raising their faces at all.

Myru's eyes stared straight, but he watched his surroundings carefully to find out what was going on in this world.

Young Master Myru, Marquez, and Marquise Vureidom are waiting for you inside.

A maid came and bowed her head after which, Ben opened the door for his young master to enter.

Arditian's eyes fell on the family who were now at the dining table looking at him. Arditian, who did not know who they were, chose to remain silent and sat quietly while staring at the two twin siblings who looked away when Myru looked back at him. They both wore matching red clothes and white ornaments, if you look at them, they seem to be around 10 years old.

They looked like adorable children, especially since the resemblance of the little brother's face was truly extraordinary, they were like a split banana tree.

This asshole Myru seems to have a sibling. As an Arditian who had lived without a sibling all his life he was quite envious.

The maids then arrived with a wheel of food. In an instant, the table that was originally only filled with empty glasses and platters was now filled with a variety of tantalizing dishes uploading finished.

A meal that Arditian rarely enjoyed in his world. Myru tried a bite of the sausage and it tasted amazingly delicious.

Lucky me. Now I can eat well. Back in Indonesia, I would have had to set aside several months of my income just to eat luxuriously like this. He was reminded of his youth when he was still in high school.

Myru's quiet meal that she had planned to spend in full appreciation was interrupted when Marquiss opened her mouth sharply.

"What's wrong with your clothes?"