Amnesia?

It seems like the Gods haven't given up on me just yet. Why? Because the moment that I stepped out of the door, the cliche that was bound to happen, happened. A maid ran towards me and stopped me from actually stepping out the door.

"What are you doing, My Lord? You shouldn't be moving like this." The maid looked concerned as she said that.

"What do you mean? Wait, who are you?" I asked, as I looked at her indifferently. The unwritten rule when you ask these sorts of questions is that you should absolutely act like you have amnesia—which isn't that hard, since I know nothing to begin with.

Anyhow, it seemed like my strategy worked, since the maid looked hella shocked at that point. "My Lord, how did this happen?" She asked.

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything ever since I woke up. Maybe the injury that I possibly sustained is the reason behind it?" I asked, trying to squeeze out any sort of information that she has on what happened to this dude. Although, now that I think about it, I feel like there were better ways that I could've done that.

"But that would be impossible, My Lord." The maid seemed convinced as she said that, which kinda confused me. Why is she being so sure about that? I mean, I've read somewhere that even high fever can cause amnesia, so why doesn't my injury do the same.

"And why is that?" I asked, since I've decided already to confront her about that.

"Well, I mean, you were injured in the leg, so there's no way that you would've lost your memories by that. There's only one explanation left!" The maid said with horror on her face.

I was honestly surprised. I mean, the maid managed to find another explanation while I was totally stumped. Like, now I became curious about what it was.

"What is it? What is the explanation you're talking about?" I asked.

In a split second, the woman turned back and started screaming at the top of her lungs. "Bring in the doctor! Our master has gone crazy!"

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I didn't know what was happening. All of a sudden, multiple people came from all directions and forced me into my bed until this man came looking all cool and all. And by the looks of it, I guess he is the family doctor.

Anyhow, with this exchange, I understood one thing. I'm some kind of a bigshot. If that wasn't the case, then the maid wouldn't have called me the master and there wouldn't have been these many people surrounding me.

"Hey! Why are you crowding the patient like this? Don't you know that this isn't the way to do things?" The guy asked.

"But, doctor! Our master was starting to act all crazy." The maid argued.

"Acting crazy? What do you mean?" The guy looked intrigued at that point.

"Well, he said that he lost all of his memories because of the injury that he suffered." The maid spoke.

"Ah, from the injury he suffered to his legs, huh?" The guy asked.

"Yes. That is impossible, isn't it?" The maid asked.

"It kinda is." The guy nodded his head in agreement.

I couldn't bear to see them make a madman. So I interfered. "In my defense, I just said that I lost my memories and ENQUIRED about the possibility of that being due to the injury." I spoke.

"Is that so?" The guy turned towards me and stared for quite some time, before turning towards the others. "Will you people please leave the room now?" He asked the people who were guarding me the entire time.

"But, our master might lash out on you, doctor! It is dangerous!" The maid spoke.

"I don't care. This is between a doctor and their patient. I don't want anyone else to interrupt from this moment on. So, if you don't move out, I might have to take some rash decisions." The guy sounded serious as he said that.

And just as he said it, everyone got the heck out. There wasn't a split second of delay. It seemed as if this guy had a lot of hold in this place even though he was just the family doctor. Weird.

Anyhow, after everyone left, the guy locked the door and sat on the chair beside me, looking quite authoritative at that point.

"Who was my first kiss?" He asked.

I was stumped. How the hell would I know who his first kiss was? Is he crazy?

"I don't know. How would I know that?" I asked back.

The guy sighed. "Shit. Seems like you really have amnesia." He mumbled.

I was relieved for a moment there. At least, there's someone who understood what was going on. I mean, not the transmigration part, but it's not something that I can say to everyone, right?

"Yea, I told you, didn't I?" I shrugged at that point. I mean, I deserve to be a bit smug about it at this point.

"Wow. I just don't understand this. Why would someone lose their memories just because they got a bruise on their leg? Doesn't make sense." He mumbled.

"Maybe it's not the bruised leg. Maybe it's something else." I planted the thought in his head at that point. If someone's gonna tell me something, it has to be this dude. I mean, he's the one person who believed the fact that I have amnesia right now, so I had to get something out of him.

"You're right. Pardon me." He said, as he got up and placed his arm on my chest.

Look, I might be a guy right now, but my girl senses acted up a lot when he did that. I mean, I was taken aback. However, it wasn't like I was going to flail my arms around and punch him or something.

Then the most amazing thing happened. His hand glowed very brightly to the point that I couldn't even see, but I felt like for a split second, I could see my freaking internal organs there!

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