My head was pounding like a drum.
The last thing I remembered was that fancy chandelier, and now…
"Ugh… did I hit my head or did someone hit me?"
"Master Yurio, you fainted in the bath again," Argos said, voice calm as if this was a daily event.
Again?
Excuse me—how many times has this brat drowned himself for love!?
I sat up, clutching the blanket, trying not to freak out. "Uh… Argos, quick question. Where… exactly am I?"
He blinked. "The Dravara estate, of course."
Dravara.
That word stabbed through my brain like a lightning bolt.
Dravara.
As in the Dravara Family.
The most feared noble house in the entire empire.
The villain house from my favorite novel—By the Blessings of Luna.
No. No no no.
I scrambled to the mirror, staring at my reflection again.
Black hair with gray streaks. Pale skin. Those ridiculous pastel eyes.
This was Yurio Dravara.
The novel's number one lunatic villain.
The guy who kidnapped the female lead Eliza Moonheart because he was "madly in love" with her—
and got murdered by all four of her love interests.
My breath hitched. "ARGOS!"
The butler flinched. "Y-Yes, Young Master?"
"Bring me a mirror. No, a book. No, the family records! Wait—actually, just slap me!"
"…Pardon?"
"Slap me! Maybe I'll wake up!"
Argos looked deeply concerned. "Young Master, perhaps you should rest. The head physician—"
"I SAID SLAP ME!"
The slap came before I could blink.
PAH!
Okay, that hurt.
"You didn't seem that hesitant?"
"I can never disobey my master's orders."
"What a loyal servant you are, Argos."
"Yes, Young Master. Now, if you please get ready for lunch."
One clap—and maids began streaming in.
Argos was a man in his early fifties. As a sixteen-year-old boy, I should probably make things harder for him in the near future.
Hehehehehe.
"Master, please restrain yourself from making that weird face."
"What face?"
The butler didn't answer.
The maids dressed me professionally. Yurio's lean waist and pale skin were a shocking contrast to the cream-colored vest cinched tightly around him—it could make women jealous of how snatched this waist was!
Oh heavens, am I so sex-deprived I'm drooling over myself?!
Anyway—
Apart from my mental breakdown, the world outside was too calm. Too quiet. Creepy.
I turned to the window—golden sky, birds flying, carriages rolling past.
Medieval fantasy scenery.
Magic stones glittering like fireflies.
Holy shit, this wasn't a dream.
I wasn't Park Chae Min anymore.
I was Yurio Dravara, certified nutcase and future corpse.
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I walked down the stairs, Argos leading me to the dining hall where Yurio's father—my new father—Lord Dravara, was waiting.
So let me get this straight: I died in a bombing just to respawn as the most hated character in the book I loved.
The irony burned worse than the explosion.
Out of everyone, why the villain?!
Not the hero, not the elf prince, not even the damn wolf boy!
The Dravaras prided themselves on their legacy.
And as their only heir, Yurio—well, me now—was the black sheep of the family.
A spoiled brat obsessed with the female lead.
Wait. Is he obsessed yet?
"Lord Dravara has been waiting patiently for you," Argos said. "I hope you'll heed his orders."
The actual fuck.
My jaw nearly dropped when I entered the hall.
Extravagant chandeliers, gold-rimmed windows, a table longer than a limousine.
Damn these rich medieval aristocrats.
Oh wait.
Now I'm one.
At the head of the table sat Lancel Dravara, the 77th Lord of Dravara.
His once-black hair had gone white with age, a long scar cutting over his right eye—left by Pixie, the only living dragon of the house. The rest were in deep slumber, lost to time.
A cold voice cut through the air.
"Take a seat, Yurio."
I swear that voice alone could make people shit themselves.
And how did this fragile body come from him?!
Well, I got my answer when I saw the lady beside him—Geisel Dravara.
Apart from the hair and gender, everything in this body came from her.
"Good day, my lord and my lady," I greeted awkwardly.
Yeah, no. I couldn't say mother and father. Too weird.
They stared.
I took the left seat as servants began to serve food so luxurious it screamed money.
And damn, this turkey was divine.
"Are you displeased with the arrangements again?" Lord Dravara's voice suddenly cut through my joy.
I nearly choked. "Pardon?"
Lady Geisel sighed. "The upcoming Lunar Banquet, Yurio. I know you wished to take Lady Moonheart as your partner, but she is already betrothed to the first prince."
The Lord added coldly, "As you've yet to reach your coming of age, you do not need a partner. Just attend, behave, and don't cause trouble this time—for the sake of Dravara and Emberheart."
I froze.
Did the Lord of Dravara just sound… traumatized?
What the hell was this brat doing before I arrived that even his parents pleaded for peace?!
"Argos," I croaked. "When is the royal ball?"
"In two weeks, Young Master."
Two weeks.
That's when Yurio—the idiot version of me—tries to kidnap Eliza Moonheart.
Two. Damn. Weeks.
Nope. Not happening.
Screw the plot. Screw destiny. Screw Eliza Moonheart!
I'm done being the psycho who dies for a woman who loves wolves!
From now on, I'm living for me!
The butler's face said it all: Young master has finally lost his mind.
Lady Geisel smiled softly. "Don't worry, son. I've already prepared your clothes and accessories."
Lord Lancel added, "The only thing you need to concern yourself with is taming that Pixie."
Pixie? Oh right.
The Dravaras were dragon riders once. But since the 74th Lord lost their dragons, the title had become a myth.
Now that's interesting.
Way better than chasing some melodramatic moon lady.
"Tame the Pixie?" I grinned. "Where is it?"
They both looked shocked.
Apparently, the original Yurio had been terrified of dragons.
Argos cleared his throat. "The basement, Young Master. Where you… locked it."
Wait—I did what?!
Lancel nodded. "Go and retrieve it. Tame it before the Lunar Festival."
I smirked. "Yes, Father."
Both of them actually smiled for once.
As I left the hall, I flopped dramatically onto the bed.
I died once already. No way I'm dying again just because some overpowered simps want to protect their moon fairy.
Let them have her.
I'm gonna tame dragons instead. Well, with this body I can't possibly hope to fight physically. It's better to let the dragons fight, right?