Did you know plants can recognize their siblings?
I didn't either till I was in my first year of botany. Well, that doesn't matter anymore.
I think plants need siblings to hug them more, because I am sure it makes them lonely, and sadness ruins you.
And if they were happier, they would probably taste better.
Right now, this grass tastes a bit dry, probably from being the last one standing.
All of the other grass was eaten by the goat, the greatest of all time—me.
The earlier grasses tasted better. They were sweet and sour and grassy. I wonder if I ate weeds would it be like being high?
Where can I find the poppy plant?
I should ask Ella to plant it.
I've always wanted to try being high, never had the chance, but now that I'm dead and away from my strict parents, I can eat all the datura or coca plant I want.
Or maybe even the coffee plant!
Speaking of coffee, it's already some time in the night. I looked at the moon.
I need my coffee; Ella would kill me if I asked for it. Pesky maid.
Maybe I should make coffee with the reincarnator twist, something new and special!
Latte, or Dalgona(that sounds like a horror movie ghosts name) or maybe I should create that pumpkin spice thing—wait was it liked or disliked?
This is hard.
I sat down on the grassy ground(half the grass was eaten). And I wonder what project I could start to gain wealth.
Wait, why do I even need money?
Who doesn't want money?
I definitely do.
But how? A coffee business does sound solid, except I don't know how to cook for shit.
I yawned. My seven year old body was too old for this crap.
I want to eat chocolate.
How do you make chocolate—You need cocoa plants(not Erythroxylum coca). Though both would be nice.
My head hurts from thinking so much.
How do reincarnators even earn money?
Politics?
No way.
Tea parties?
That would be fun!
Marrying a rich prince?
Seems like it would give me money!
I think I would just get executed.
"Young master!"
Shit, Ella!
I got up and tried to run away from the demon maid.
Keyword: Tried
She caught me and lifted me. I was too old for this, I just gave up.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she picked up my shoes that had fallen off.
"The grass was calling my name?" I answered, settling into her warm embrace.
"Really? What else did they say?" She sighed and asked.
"They were lonely and missed their siblings," I answered honestly, though I was not sure.
"Young master, did falling from the horse make you lose your mind?" She asked, her brow creased.
"Hey, I'm perfectly sane!" I argued and hugged her.
She hugged me back and asked, "It's three past midnight, and what were you doing?"
"Eating grass," I answered honestly.
"What do others do?" She asked as she softly patted my head.
"...sleep."
"So?" She giggled.
"That just makes me different, not insane," I hugged her tighter.
"Unfortunately, different people are considered insane!" She said after a moment of silence.
Then we were silent.
And past the main door and on the stairs.
I whispered, "They considered Einstein to be different, look where he is now?" (probably somewhere in space)
"Einstein?" She looked confused.
I scoffed and said, "You don't know who he is—of course you wouldn't, no one got my jokes there no one gets my jokes here!"
Ella sighed and placed me on my bed. I lay down, and she put a blanket over me.
She sat on the ground and met my eye.
"Why are you sitting like that?" I asked, and she ruffled my hair.
"Young master, you changed," She said in a barely audible whisper.
I thought for a moment, "Well, I'll tell you a secret."
"Yes?" She looked at me, and I turned towards her.
"I died once and reincarnated here as a minor villain!" I said, a flicker of hope.
No one said anything, and the hope fizzled down.
"Don't tell that to anyone else, unless you want to be baptized again." She said that after a pause.
"I'm not lying," I whispered.
She softly tucked a piece of hair from my face. "Would you believe this if someone told you this?"
"No," I answer, closing my eyes.
"Same goes for me, Young master." Then she added, "But I trust you."
"Then can we plant a poppy plant in the garden?" I asked with a grin.
"No." She stood up.
I watched her walk towards the door, sigh, and look at me— "Good night, young master."
Damn, no poppy plants for me.
So, I did the second-best thing after eating plants—sleep.
And it worked perfectly, except until Mia, the other maid, woke me up.
Why did we have so many maids?
"Young master," Ah yes, 'cause I'm rich unlike you people.
I started laughing, and Mia slowly tucked me back into my bed.
I was about to sleep, then I sat upright and asked "Didn't you have something to say?"
"I don't want Ella to scold me for you losing your mind(again), I'd rather let someone else handle it." She bowed and opened the door.
"I haven't lost my mind, tell me what's the problem?" I sighed.
She did not look like she believed me, but answered— "Miss Illaine is here!"
Ah, yes, Illaine, my child, I raised her, for two weeks but mothering is mothering.
Though I am a dude.
She was also my favorite character in the novel, along with the heroine.
I ran to the living room, where I assumed she would be, and I'm sure Mia screamed my name. Asking me to get dressed.
Who would listen to her?
But.
But.
But.
The maids were smarter. Martha, the buff kitchen lady, picked me up and brought me back to my room, despite my protests.
Damn buff ladies.
And Mia quickly changed my clothes.
I'm a nice kid, aren't I?
Probably not, given how big Martha's sigh was.
She also picked me up by my collar.
Hey, I'm the young master, not the toy.
But it was kind of fun hanging in the air, so woohoo!
She took me to the living room. Aha, I knew it!
Detective Lucas Green all the way!
She sat me down on a sofa and walked away.
"You are late," a blonde, curly-haired girl with pink eyes glared at me. She was reading a book.
"Sorry, why are you reading the book upside down?"
She looked at me, then the book, her cheeks pink like her eyes.
But she answered, "It's a new way to learn languages."
Wait?
"That's sick, teach me!"
She scoffed, "No way, it's an ancient Noble technique, not for you!"
"How mean, you won't make any plant friends this way!" I murmured.
"I have you, is that not enough!" She said through gritted teeth.
"Of course not, my child, you need loads of friends, so that you can exploit them all!" I answered.
"No, thank you." She sighed.
I looked at the book for a moment.
"Do you think I could eat books, because they are technically plants?" I asked.
And I could hear Ella scream, "No!"