Trash of the Court's Family

Chapter 1: Prologue

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a story called The Birth of a Hero. I became part of this tale as the unwanted member of the count's family. The main character, Choi Han, travels to another world, and I am in trouble because I mess with him and get hurt badly.

"This won't end well."

Something big must have happened to me. Maybe it's okay to try making this my new life?

Chapter 2: When I Woke Up

Someone tapped me softly. Their rough hands reminded me of tired parents. An old man's voice said, “Wake up, young master.”

I opened my eyes. Instead of bright light, I saw an old man smiling happily.

“You're awake!”

"Huh?"

"The lord wants to have dinner with you."

I glanced at a mirror behind him. Red hair stared back at me.

'That's probably me.'

"Young master Cale?"

I looked towards the old man. He seemed worried, but that's not important.

What matters most is hearing my name clearly:

"Cale Henituse!"

It's a name I recognize. I whispered it carefully.

"Is that…my real name?”

The old man smiled kindly.

"Yes, you're Cale Henituse. Seems you've had too much wine."

He asked me if I needed anything. I couldn't think straight, so I answered simply.

"I need water."

"What kind?"

"I'd like some cold water."

"Got it."

The old man brought me water. I drank it slowly. Now I remembered—this is the place from The Birth of a Hero, the book I was reading yesterday!

I looked around. Everything looked European-style. The walls, furniture—it all matched the description from the book.

'Younger master?'

A deep voice broke my thoughts. I recognized it as the old servant's voice. He asked me what I wanted next. My answer was quick.

"A glass of cold water."

Click.

I watched the old man walk away. I stood up and went to the bathroom. There was a huge mirror. Staring back was a red-haired man.

'I am definitely Cale.'

Everything matched the book perfectly. I sighed. Now what?

Back home, I’d finished reading Volume Five of The Birth of a Hero before sleeping. And now I'm stuck in its pages.

Suddenly, I felt calm. Maybe this isn't so bad?

Looking in the mirror, I noticed my healthy-looking skin. No wounds or bruises yet. That means...