Third Person: Transmigrating into a Transmigrator's Story

"Creak!"

The door swung open.

My face immediately darkened.

'This bastard did not even lock the door.' I muttered in my head.

A woman entered.

She was lean and tall with an elegance that seemed to be forged in steel. She had a black maid uniform on, that clung to her sharp frame like armour.

Her eyes, cold and pale, swept across the room with the practised sense of detachment of someone trained to spot filth, categorise it, and look disappointed in it all at once.

I scowled because I knew her.

It was Aleena. No second name, she was a commoner.

She was also the current head of Dormis Caelora, where we were in. She was in charge of tidying it up and all that stuff.

Aleena did not speak.

She just stood there, but her gaze wandered freely, unfettered. First, to my clothes which had been messed up in the corner after the awakening, then to a chair that was on the brink of breaking.

Now that I think of it, my awakening had caused abit of a mess. There were bits of mist on the floor which left me confused.

How did it get there?

Then Aleena's gaze fell on the stones. The bits of charred granite and dust that were scattered everywhere in the room after I broke free from my cocoon.

She squinted at their sight before slowly meeting my eyes.

Back to the mess.

Then to me.

Then to the mess again.

I could hear the judgment even without looking at her. It didn't need words.

It was that loud.

But something else concerned me.

'Shit! She'll probably figure it out. How will I spin my reawakening? Well, I have money. I could say I bought that.'

Aleena's expression alone made me want to punch something. Or someone.

"What?" I snapped.

I don't know if it was because I did not deal with the mess of my awakening before she came or what, but I found Aleena really annoying.

"What do you want?"

Aleena did not even blink. Her voice was so smooth and professional that it made me want to roll my eyes.

"Young Master Ronan," she began, "You have received two letters. One from the school and the other from Baron Fitzroy, your father."

She stepped forward and handed them to me. They were pinched between her two fingers, like she didn't want to risk them being contaminated.

I grabbed them and tore into one without bothering to look at which one it was.

She did not move. She just stood there, as if waiting for something.

"You are free to leave, you know," I said, waving my hand to the door, but Aleena did not budge.

Did I already say she was annoying?

I looked down at the letter. It had the golden seal of Forge, the Academy.

'Great.'

To Ronan Fitzroy

In light of your recent actions during the Selection Exams, the Disciplinary Committee has finally reached its decision.

Effectively immediately, you are to vacate Dormis Caelora.

You are hereby reassigned to Dormis Kirell, without exception.Your rank will also be dropped to the lowest of Dormis Kirell.

Failure to comply will result in a full expulsion.

-Disciplinary Committee, Forge Academy

"Heh!" I chuckled.

It was crazy, not the letter, but the whole situation.

I remember the selection exams, where Varek's story began, I know how Ronan interfered with it to get a better ranking as well as mess withthe commoners.

One of the commoners was Dorian, the Protagonist.

I need to sort out the naming issue, so Dorian is Protagonist 1 and Varek is Protagonist 2.

This started the whole issue between Dorian and Ronan.

Anyways, Kirell?

'Just as I was about to enjoy a lavish life, I got sent there.'

The paper crinkled in my hand as I stared at it.

The disciplinary committee was an amalgamation of the student council, headed by the student president, and afew ofthe school lecturers, which was beside the point.

The Student President,I knew her.

I knew her too well so I felt some type of way after getting Ronan's punishment.

All in all, at least I wasn't expelled. I'd take that win.

The Ranking would affect the resources I'd get from the school but I'm a noble, and I am sure I can work something out.

I looked up at Aleena and locked eyes with her.

"Is that why you are still here?" I asked. Coldly.

She nodded, "You are to evacuate the dorms immediately, Master Ronan."

I said nothing and instead tore the other letter open. My father's seal of deep red wax pressed with the Fitzroy crest came to vier. The moment I broke it open, I knew it wasn't going to be good. Hemust have heard the pleasant news of my actions.

Ronan

I have long grown tired of writing such letters, but here we are. Again.

Your recent behaviour is yet another link to the endless chain of failure you have forged for yourself.

Your sister Isla has never once embarrassed the family. I thought enrolling you at Forge would give you discipline, direction, or something else good. But I guess it just served to confirm my fears.

This is your final warning.

From this month forward, your allowance is revoked. I will continue to pay for your tuition but you will receive no else from me. Do not come home. Do not contact me until you have reclaimed some shred of dignity and achieved a ranking worthy of your bloodline, of our name.

Do not fail again.

-Baron Cedric Fitzroy

'Shit! No money?!' I huffed as I let the letter fall to the ground.

The one thing I banked on that would help mitigate the trouble of a low rank was gone.

'Even in my second life, I'm going to school broke.'

I was just about to self-diagnose my peniaphobia.

But don't let the letter fool you, Cedric Fitzroy was a despicable man.

I did not like Ronan as a character, but I understood where he came from. He was a victim of circumstances. Or Cedric's circumstances.

And don't come home?

Maybe being a disappointment wasn't bad after all.

'It can keep me far from Cedric,'

Good.