I Was Reincarnated as a Marquis in Another World

“Young Master, SIEL Young Master. It is time for you to wake up.”

Suddenly, a strange woman’s voice was heard. What kind of situation is this? I must have been hit by a car and died…

Why do I hear the name of the protagonist from a novel that my acquaintance had vaguely set up in my ears?

“SIEL von Croilet Young Master, Noble Your Excellency is calling for you.”

As I opened my eyes, there stood a woman dressed in a maid outfit, as if from a cartoon.

“Is this a dream?”

I pulled my cheek and felt a painful pinch on my face.

Seeing that I felt pain, it seems this is not a dream.

Then what in the world is this situation? Why is she calling me SIEL Young Master?

The maid looked at me with an expression that said, “Why is this person like this?”

“SIEL Young Master, I will assist you in changing your clothes. Please change, and let us go meet Your Excellency.”

… If the maid is right and I am SIEL Young Master, then I have become the protagonist of the novel written by someone I know?

Standing in front of a large mirror, my reflection looked entirely different from the person I had known until now.

A delicate, white-skinned beautiful boy that looked like he was painted… I can’t believe this.

With the maid’s help, I changed my clothes and proceeded to the noble’s office to meet my character’s father, Noble Your Excellency.

The noble, sitting inside the office, looked at me and welcomed me with a bright smile.

“Welcome, SIEL.”

Considering that the maid keeps calling me SIEL Young Master, this person must be my father.

“Yes.”

And the noble, instead of his previously serious expression, looked at me with a radiant smile, as if he had the whole world.

“The acceptance letter from the Eraline Empire’s prestigious Knight Academy has just arrived. Congratulations, SIEL! The entrance ceremony will be in a month, so prepare to leave in two weeks.”

If the unfolding situation is the world from that guy’s novel, SIEL von Croilet’s life began to fall apart after attending the Academy.

The noble in front of me would follow an incompetent lord and fall to ruin within a few years.

And I would be sacrificed in a civil war that occurs within the Academy, branded as a traitor, and stripped of my title.

If that happens, I would live a miserable life in this world and die.

“Haha, SIEL… my proud son. You always sang about wanting to go to the Academy, but now that you’ve heard the acceptance news, it seems you are so thrilled that you are surprised.”

The noble continued to congratulate and encourage me, but I couldn’t focus on his words.

Because my mind was filled with thoughts of how to survive without falling apart like the SIEL from that guy’s novel.

So, clutching one side of my stomach as if it hurt, I grimaced and said, “I think I ate something wrong yesterday; my stomach hurts. May I go to the restroom for a moment?”

“Go ahead.”

Then, in the restroom, pretending to relieve myself, I began to organize my thoughts.

First, I will avoid the death flag by not attending the Academy.

Next, using the knowledge I possess as a modern person, I will develop this territory and become strong enough that neither the noble nor I see ourselves fall apart within a few years.

This world happens to be a parallel world resembling medieval Europe, without magic or fantasy elements, and my current life is that of a graduate student researching ‘how a modern person can survive in medieval Europe.’

In other words, this current world is the best place for me to thrive.

Therefore, I spoke to avoid the death flag.

“I will not attend the Academy.”