Nosir Albius

"Magic! Is that magic?" I blurted out on instinct.

I couldn't help, you know? It was the first time that I saw something that cool.

However, it seemed like the guy wasn't impressed at that point. He simply sighed at that point. "The fact that you are in awe about simple healing magic shows me that there's something seriously wrong with you. Let me try harder to find the cause then." He spoke before putting more magic into my system. Why did I know that? Because I felt it—the heat that the magic produced. It was kinda soothing, if you ask me. I guess that's the point of healing magic.

Anyhow, once he was done checking up on me, he looked extremely serious, to the point that I got worried. What if there was a soul detection magic in this world that he is a master of? Doesn't that mean that he might have just caught me now?

"What happened?" I decided to play it safe and ask him the most basic question.

"Well, I got the reason why you got this amnesia." He spoke.

"And that is?" I asked again.

"You were poisoned." He replied.

I got stunned for a second right there with that reply. This body was freaking poisoned by someone. I mean, I guess that makes sense, but this guy getting poisoned means that they will come for me next. I'm not safe here, man… Totally not safe.

"Wow, that is a surprise." I didn't know how to react at that point, so I decided to give out the lamest response possible.

"Nah, not really. Knowing the amount of enemies that you have surmised, it isn't a surprise. But you know what's actually surprising? The fact that you are not dead yet. I mean, that was one hell of a potent poison, you know? The person who did this to you definitely knew their poisons. Essentially, you are a medical marvel, if you ask me." He spoke.

Everything makes sense now. This person did indeed die from the poison. And it seems like this character is needed in this universe, so the creator of this world made a mistake and accidentally placed me in this body since they were in a hurry. Sorry, doctor guy! I'm no medical marvel. I'm just a transmigratory marvel.

"Why would anyone poison me?" I asked. I need more information if I'm to survive in this world. I mean, it looks as if I've been placed in a bed of thorns right now. And the only way to successfully escape from this is knowledge.

The guy sighed. "Where do I even start? Why would anyone poison you, you ask? Why wouldn't they poison you? That should be the question. After all, you are enemy number one for every single person with royal blood in this kingdom." He spoke.

"I'm sorry, before you continue, it would be nice if you told me your name. I mean, calling you 'you' and 'doctor' is a bit weird if you ask me." I spoke.

"Oh, sure. My name is Jerome. But it's weird though. I thought you would ask your own name first instead of mine." Jerome shrugged.

"Well, only if I knew your name, I could ask mine, right Jerome?" I asked. "So, what is it?" I was curious. The name is important. If I can latch onto it, then I can get the information about this world, which would be nice at this point since I seem to have all the swords pointed towards me.

"Your name… It is Nosir Albius. And I know what your next question would be, so I'm gonna answer that as well now. You are the Grand Duke of the Albius Kingdom." Jerome spoke.

I couldn't process the information as it is, however there was a tiny something that he said that bothered me. "The Albius Kingdom?" I asked.

"Yea, what about it?" He asked back.

"And I'm Nosir ALBIUS!" I had to stress that once because of the sheer intensity of the name itself.

"Ah, by the way, you are also the second in line to the throne after the crown prince." Jerome said so casually, but that was ticking time bomb for me.

I finally got the kind of novel that I'm in. I mean, the name Nosir Albius doesn't ring any sort of bell in my head, but I guess that's because of the amount of novels that I had read throughout my other life. The blessing has now become my curse here.

Anyhow, let's talk about the possible plot that I'm stuck in. I can see this going in many ways. I could be the second male lead who loves the female lead, but is outshone by his older brother, the crown prince who eventually gets the girl. It could be that, or I could be a straight up villain who aims for the throne and the male and female lead stops me from doing that with the power of love. Now for the slightly impossible scenario knowing how the odds always seem to be pitted against me. I could be the male lead trying to stop the tyranny of the crown prince and bring peace to this kingdom. All these options, but I guess there's one thing common in all of these. I will be seeing a lot of blood from this point forward.

"Hmm, why are you being so nonchalant about it? I mean, being the second in line is a big deal, isn't it? Wouldn't a normal person have put more emphasis on it?" I asked the obvious questions.

"Oh, that's because even though you are technically second in line, you are not the current Queen's son. So, even if the crown prince doesn't succeed the throne, the actual next person in line would be the third prince, who is the current Queen's son." Jerome explained.

This was getting more confusing as time passed. It seems like I have a lot of things to unfold at this point. And I have to go one step at a time with this.

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