Chapter 8 Breakfast

Zavier wanted to facepalm himself after he heard the system. His face grew more dark and twisted every passing second.

In fact the anger was justified as he had been having this problem for a while and the system didn't tell him the solution at all. It just kept on watching the play, maybe it was even amused seeing him embarrass himself in front of it.

Zavier confronted it with his anger bubbling inside.

"Why didn't you tell me about the shared and individual modes earlier?"

[User didn't ask.]

Zavier had the urge to slap himself in the face. It was only a system and not a human being. It was his own fault for treating it like one.

"System, turn off the shared mode please."

[Individual mode turned on successfully.]

With that came the feeling of comfort that he had not felt for some time now. He had been trying to constantly juggle different tasks during the shared mode which was very uncomfortable.

Doing that for a short duration might not be very difficult. It may even be a novel experience or a fun time but doing the same for extended duration will not be the same. It is bound to be irritating.

He also noticed that he could not feel the existence of the clone any more. It was like it didn't exist or was a completely separate entity.

,m Zavier was liking this individual mode more and more. He could complete his tasks while staying normal the whole time to enjoy the things that he had missed.

This also solved at least one of his problems instantly because he had previously been worried that the shared mode might impact his daily life in an adverse manner.

Lost in thought, he didn't even notice the sound of the stomping footsteps outside the door until he heard the voice of the maid calling out to him.

"Young master, the breakfast is ready. Everyone is waiting for you. Are you awake?"

Jerking his head towards the door, he replied in a timid voice.

"Ye…yes I am awake. I will be there in a minute."

The maid seemed satisfied with the answer as she immediately turned back and left.

Zavier let out the breath that he was holding back.

But then he figured why was he so afraid? It isn't like she will find out that there is a clone in the closet unless the clone comes out of its own volition, which it can't.

Now that he was more confident in his arrangement, he set to changing his clothes in order to attend breakfast where everyone seemed to be waiting for him.

He put on the black outfit from the wardrobe that looked the most casual among his outfits. It seemed more comfortable to Zavier than the rest.

The previous owner of his body seemed to be quite uptight based on his clothing preference.

He made a mental note to himself that he must buy some sets of clothing based on his own preference, now that he was going to be taking his place.

All three of his relatives were very gifted in magic according to his memories while he on the other hand was not even fit to carry out their shoes, a thorough loser in the subject.

Each one of the girls was very talented in magic and was applauded in all circles while he was below average at best.

Getting ridiculed for this reason had been the norm for the previous owner. Even in his own household he was looked down upon by his aunt Valerie.

She always had a condescending attitude towards him because of his weakness in magic and overall outlook.

Going through all the information regarding the normal breakfast routine, Zavier changed into the clothes he felt to be more comfortable, exited the room and headed downstairs towards the dining table in the living room.

When he reached the dining table, he excused everyone for being late and pulled back a chair for himself at the edge of the table before sitting down.

At the same time, he managed to take a good look at each of his relatives.

From the way the girls reacted to his appearance, Zavier could already make out the attitude of the girls towards him even if he didn't have the memories of the previous owner.

In his past life, he had learnt to figure out what the opposite party was reluctant to say based on the body language. It was the only thing he could have done to figure out the truth because when you were sick beyond cure, people tended to hide certain truths from you.

He wasn't at all surprised to see that It was still the younger sister Nadia who seemed the happiest to see him, even taking the initiative to greet him.

She was like a warm little sister with a cute vibe and playful aura. She had long pink hair that fell down to her back like a waterfall. Her huge watery brown eyes made her cute face look even more innocent and sweet.

The only thing going against her was a flat as a board chest but even that was a part of her outlook and made her look even more dear.

Kacie, his older sister, had long blonde hair and blue eyes just like the foreigners from the west in his previous life. She looked like a porcelain doll with her perfect figure and graceful demeanor.

Zavier knew that this older sister kept a neutral stance towards him. She neither took the initiative to talk to him nor did she ignore him completely. She would give a perfunctory reply whenever talked to, otherwise she remained indifferent most of the time.

While on the surface this seemed to hold true, Zavier also knew that the aloof and graceful attitude she showed on the surface was not the true depiction of her inner feelings. In truth the girl was quite hopeful that Zavier might take a turn for the better but she had never said it out loud to anyone, not even to Zavier.

The aunt, Valerie, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. She was a strong woman with strong viewpoints and was quite outspoken about her beliefs too.