As Edward was getting ready for language class with Elise, a nurse from the Academy Medical Office came to meet him.
The nurse, opening her mouth, asked.
"Are you Edward Ludwer?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"You have a brother correct?"
Edward, confused by the sudden involvement of his brother, replied.
"Yes, I do. His name is Roan Ludwer."
"Oh good! You are related. Well, hear me out. Your brother fell unconscious this morning."
?
"He did?"
Edward exclaimed in surprise and suspicion. He couldn't imagine Roan suddenly going unconscious any time soon.
"Yes. And we had a bit of a problem."
Edward, taking a look at his watch saw that class was going to start in 5 minutes.
"Elise, go to class first. I'll go by later. Tell Professor Peters that I might be a bit late."
"Ok! See you later!"
As Edward saw that Elise was walking away, he asked the nurse again.
"What's the problem?"
***
I opened my eyes.
A bed.
I was on top of a bed!!!!!!!!
How long has it been since I touched a bed?
After sleeping on a chair for a few days straight, a sudden nostalgia from simply touching an over-glorified set of fabric overwhelmed my mind.
'Wait...'
I looked around the room I was in.
A white office.
A nurse's office.
And Edward.
Just a normal room.
....and Edward.
Edward?
"..."
"A-are you awake?"
Why is Edward here?
As if reading my thoughts, Edward replied instantly.
"The nurse brang me here; saying that you fell unconscious."
"... And?"
"A-and.. since you're not a student or a staff member of the Academy, you have to pay a fee for your stay in the nurse's office."
Well shit.
So they brang my brother here cause nobody could pay for my fee?
It can't be such a big fee though, right?
"Hmm.. alright. So what's the fee?"
"..8000 Cromwells."
"What?"
I must've misheard. It seemed like Edward said 8000 Cromwells!
"The fee is 8000 Cromwells."
"... I'll pay you back tomorrow."
You're kidding me.
That's like a month of my salary.
"Fuck."
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I whispered in a quiet voice.
I love healthcare.
As I saw Edward being uncomfortable (?), I decided to let him go.
"Well, you can go now. I'm awake."
"O-Ok. Bye."
Edward quickly stood up from his seat and awkwardly walked away.
"..."
'... Fuck my life.'
***
As I was walking back to my office, I wondered.
How was Edward able to pay for 8000 Cromwells?
While 8000 Cromwells may not be much for nobility; it's still not a sum of money that Edward should have.
I thought over the events of the novel.
To be completely honest, I forgot A LOT of shit from the novel.
If it wasn't Edward being my little brother, I probably would have forgotten that the Main Character's name is 'Edward Ludwer'.
Like most people, I was a casual enjoyer of novels. I didn't really think a lot of novels in my past life, and I certainly wasn't crazy enough to remember every single character's name for more than a few days.
However, I could barely remember some things.
'Ahah! ... Around this time.. about his 2nd or 3rd guild quest?'
I nodded.
It made sense now.
Edward, like the original novel, probably joined a secret guild and earned money from doing missions.
I briefly remembered that the "theme" of the story was that Edward was some secret undercover elite agent of a really edgy guild called the "Black Initiative"; (Fucking cringe) while attending the academy.
Yes.. As I recall, the "Black Initiative" (Fucking cringe) paid it's agents very handsomely; and 8000 Cromwells wouldn't be a problem for my ungrateful little brother.
It made sense now.
Edward probably finished his 2nd/3rd mission of rescuing someone from some crazy dark fantasy slave jail.
I pat myself on the back after being able to remember such minuscule and useless details. (Fucking cringe)
...
God... the "Black Initiative" sounds so edgy.
If I ever meet the Chairman of the Black Initiative, I'll tell him/her to shut the fuck up and get their head straight.
'I swear.. It's little moments like these that makes my life miserable.'
Well, let's at least dunk my eyes into the beautiful architecture of the Academy and relax myself.
...
As I looked at the Academy architecture, I got pissed.
Pissed at god, and at myself, and everyone.
I was pissed because this Academy was built like a paradise, but I had to come here for work. Not as a student.
What did I do to you god? Why can't I just have a normal fantasy-life?
What did you do previous self? Why did you decide to sacrifice your one chance for work?
As if god knew my feelings of demise and my developing anger towards him, he struck me with more demise & annoyance.
"Roan?"
A voice I've heard before rung my ears.
I stopped and turned around to the direction of the voice.
'Melana Verpen.'
The person screaming my name was Melana Verpen.
Also known as my fiance.
'Fuck.'