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In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives."

As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.

"Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?"

I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.

Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.

"This was the only way," the voice repeated, resolute. "The only way to stop her."

Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...

In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities

"Oh, Sir Michael! Come in. I've had a meal prepared for you as well. Servant, bring in the food!"

Michael sat down, his guard not entirely hidden. Shortly after, a servant dressed immaculately entered with a well-prepared tray. The meal was overly luxurious for a battlefield: rich tea accompanied by cream and sugar, freshly baked bread, bacon, prosciutto, scrambled eggs, butter, and milk.

Indeed, high-ranking nobles were on a different level.

"This is a splendid feast. I won't refuse," Michael said, digging in.

After finishing his meal and sipping tea, the conversation turned to business. Count Charles clasped his hands together and fixed his gaze on Michael as he began.

"Sir Michael, I've heard of your exploits. They say your quick judgment was key to entering the fortress first. How old are you?"

"I turned 17 this year," Michael replied.

Chapter 39 Taking Care Of The Count's Son