A Feast For Ye Hungry Souls

I don't want to live a normal life, and yet at the same time I don't want to be bothered by anyone else either, I want to live a live beyond what the people around me live, but I also want the freedom to laze around and do whatever whenever I feel like it. To achieve such a life I need to be rich. Problem right now is that I'm poor. SO how do I fix that? I have to get a job. But not just any job, I need a job that will pay me more than my peers around me get paid, and also one that doesn't force me away from my free time of consuming media. Well if that's the case then I should start doing somehting about that now, after all I am about to graduate highschool. I should get up and persue some creative endevors that would allow me to live freely in the future. Though maybe after one last epsiode of anime, and maybe I'll read a few more chapters of that manga, oh and probbally another game of apex legends of at least until I rank up again. Oh, I've found myself in this endless cycle again. Time is running out and I still can't get up and do anything about it. Maybe I would have more drive if I knew my life had more meaning to it. Like maybe if I knew that after all of this I would be reincarnated into a fantasy world where I would finally get my own harem and be able to go on an adventure to defeat the demon lord, and of course obtain a bunch of cool maghic spells along the way. I'll be Rudeus Greyrat in my next life I geuarntee it. Alright now I just have to get throught this shitty life here on earth. What's the average human lif eexpactancy again? Around 70-80 years? Well I just have 60-ish more years to go! And that's higballing it! Now what to do in those 60 years...WAIT 60 YEARS IS TOO DAMN LONG! Maybe I could kill myself...no I don't want to die. I'm afraid of death after all. Not being able to live my life is actually the most frightenign thing to imagine now that I think about it. Well then maybe I could be summoned by some hot ass goddess then. That way I won't have to die but then I still get to experience my fantasy adventure story. Alright that's it, now I just have to wait for this smoking hot babe to drop down from the sky through my bedroom ceiling and offer me up a golden ticket to a brand new life of swords and magic! Hell yeah! I have it all figured out! So how long will this goddess take anyways...who the hell am I kidding. Things like that don't happen in the real world. Only in light novels and anime. And if it did happen in the real world then it certainly wouldn't happen to someone normal like me. Good things like that just don't happen to us average people. 

WHAT TEH HELL! IT'S ALREADY MIDNIGHT! Have logn have I been talkign to myself? Wait what I have I been doing this whole time? Oh yeah, Apex. I hit gold 1. Well I guess I'll call it a night and rest this warey eyes for another day of doing absoloutly nothing tommorow. 

Turnign off my pc, I roll my chair back enough to give me enough leg movement to stand. With a long stretch and deep yawn representitive of a hard day's work, I grab my phone and go in for my bed. Truly what a wonderful life,  though it's almost over, but while I still can, I want to live this life to the fullest. With that final thought, I close my eyes.

As I open my eyes I witness an unfamiliar ceiling. I feel around, An unfamilar bed too. One unfamilar thing is fair game but two unfamilar things is too far. In response to these unfamilar sensations I immedialt jet up in a panic. I look around to see more unfamiliar things. Unfamilar walls, unfamilar floor, unfamilar dresser, unfamilar door.  Who am i? Shinji Ikari? Upon a further look I notice that in addition to all of these things being unfamilar they are also extravagnt. Expensive. Something only the rich could afford. A room that's at least four times larger than my bedroom at home, A bed fit for royalty, a matress with a softness akin to ground so fheaven i'm sure. Before I realizeed it, I was up and about feeling up all of the furniture in the room. It had such unqine textures that I've never felt before. Certainly the abode of a rich family, but a definite question stil remains. What the hell am I doing in a place like this? Let's see I'll run back through my recent memories that led up to thius moment and see if I can pinpoint my reason for being here. So I went to sleep, I woke up, and now I'm here. WELL THAT WAS QUICK! Surely enough, my mind fails me , as no matter how I think about, I can find no reason that I woke up in such a place. But before I could ponder the question any further...there was a knock.

A sound interupting my thoughts. Where was it coming from? Oh, the door.

"Master Takuya, are you awake?"

Master? And a girl's voice? No, maybe a woman's?

"Yes, I'm awake"

I could think of nothing else to say in the momen , It seems my mouth was on autopilot mode. A fitting response to such a question no doubt. But this situation is really...

The door opens.

"Ah, Master Takuya"

Who stood before me was a woman who could be no older tah in her 20's with shoulder length straight black hair. These things normal of course but what wasn't normal was her attire. She was wearing a maid outfit. She wore a gentle smile that contasted well with her slightly deeper sophisticated voice.

"Are you referring to me?" I said pointing at myself like an idiot.

"Of course, Master Takuya is Master Takuya and you are Master Takuya"

That's a way to put it.

"And so, who are you?"

"I am Cecilia, I will be acting as Master Takuya's personal maid for as long as you reside in the house"

Cecilia? Personal Maid? The house? WHat is going on here? The only thing I can think of is That I've secretly been the heir to an extremly wealthy family this entire time, and while I was alseep that manged to finally get me back where I belong. Thank god, I now never have to worry about fininding a job again.

"So Cecilia..What's goign on here exactly"

"All will be explained later at the dinner party, but first we must get you dressed"

A dinner party, huh? Sound exactly like something a rich fam,ily would throw on the day that they finally get back their long lost son.

"We must hurry though, because the almost all of the others guests have already arrived. Quickly, you must strip."

"Strip?"

"Fine I'll do it for you" No with a more serious look on her face and yet still not melicious.

Before I know it, she already has all of my clothes on the floor 

Currently naked, I watch along as Cecilia rummages through the closet. I'm trying my best to cover my privates right now, so these hands wouldn't be of much assistance. Not that I would know the location of what she was lookign for anyways. Or better yet, what the hell is she even lookiong for?

"Ah, Master Takuya, your attire for this evening's festivities." She says turning around to face me with new clothes in hand and a serious face.

She has no reaction to the fact that my bare naked body is in full view, nor any reaction the the fact that she was the one who made me this way. I'm beginign to understand the type of person this is.

I reach out to grab the hangers that she's offering with the one hand that i'm able to extend right now.

"Thanks"

She stands there no reaction after I take the clothes from her and offer my gratitude. This is a very difficult person.

"Could you step outsid ewhile I get changed?"

"As you desire, Master Takuya"

She steps out.

"And the door"

"Yes, Master Takuya"

The door closes.

What is this impossible sitiuation I've found myself in? However, I'll let this play out as any break from the normality of my everyday life is a gift and I'm not gonna complain. It's just thgat this gift may be a bit too unusual. 

Brushing asisde any worries that I may have in the moment, I quickly get dressed in the outfit that Cecilia provided for me. It's a very eleqonte suit perfectly tailored to my body fit for the one percenters of this world. 

Look at me now. My Life may just be looking up.

I open the door. "Cecilai I'm ready"

"Yes, Master Takuya. Follow me."

All my questions that I have will be answered at this dinner party, so I might as well not doddle around any more a go ahead and gettghuis iver with. Why is it that I find myself In such a place with such a person speaking in such a way and wearing such an attire. Am i Truly the long lost son of a rich family? Did I die and go to heaven? Is this my own funeral that I'm by chance attending? Is my life really about to get a whole lot better? Or a whole lot worse? Is this simmply one big misunderstanding?

I push all of these questions to the back of mind and follow after Cecilia down the long hallway.

All my concerns will be answered at our destination. 

The walk is long and silent. The only noice coming from our footsteps echoing throughout the cooridor. This  envirmoment seems like somehting out of a horror movie.

"We have arrived"

With those word Cecilia opens a door in front of us. As she does it seem s almost as if a bright light brighter than the sun engulfs my entire body. I instinctually cover my eyes with my arm. 

"My Lord, Master Takuya has arrived"

With those words, I uncover my eyes a take in the scence in front of me.

"Fantastic, guest number 12 has arrived!"

I emmiatletly look to see the source of this voice. My eyes drift upwards to see a blonde man wearing a brown suit standing in the end of a very long table. Seated on either side of the table is a group of people that I've never seen in my life. On the left five people seated, on the right six people are seated, and at the end of the table is the blonde man who greets me. 

"Welcome, Takuay to a feast of heroes"

And at the complete opposite side of him at the other end of the table is an empty chair.

"Take a seat wherever you would like"

Well there's only two options l;eft it seems, and I'm not goi9ng choose the one that pputs me in direct opposition to what seems to be the head of the house. So I instead fall in line with the rest in the only remaining seat on the left side. Following me, Cecilai then stand at a distance behind my chair. This brings my ettention the the room around us. I can't believe I didn't notice until now, but this is undoubtly the largest room I've ever been in. This dining room which was fille ewith furniture that probaly costed more than nasy amount of money I could earn in a lifetime was also bigger than any hosue I have evr seen. if this was just the dinign room, then what must the rest of this house look like.

Panning across the room, I notice oen other important detail. the enitre place is lined with people dressed as maids and buttlers. It seems that there are enough here to match the number of seate dstrangers at the table, and each one standing aligned with with each seat just as cecilai has done with me. I guess eveyone else was also assigned a personal attendent it would seem.

"Now all we await now is our final guest, guest number 13."

These words once again coming from the man at the end of the table. Getting a better look at him, he really does have very attractive features. This is the type of man who would be a fujoshi's favorite in a bl romance story. And the wait he talks is also soft and elqount. A man truly fit to be the head of a house like this one. A man That you would never finf in the real world. Soemone you would neve rfind in reality. Only a fantastical place such as this wopuld hosue such a specimen. How lucky he must be to be born that way.

"hmm it semms things are running a bit behind" He says as he glances at the expensive looking watch on his wrist. 

Even a place like this has scedulign issues? Effected by reality even at the edge of the real world? Hah, well deserved. Now get on your kness and lick my shoes clean.

Well, putting these jelous emotions aside, I'll trying eyeing up th epeople around me now that we seem to have a small postpownment of our game of questions and answers.

I guess I'll start with the people on the top of the right side of the tbale and go down.

Sitting at the top clossest to pretty boy up there is a black haired stoic looking guy with a mean look on his face. Or is that just a serious face? I can't really tell with the hair covering his eyes.

Moving along, There is a big breasted girl with black hair tyed into braids. She's also wearing big rounded glasses that would almost obscur eher eyes, onve again leaving room fo rinterpetation of her facial expresiopn, but this time I can defiently tell it's a serious look. A look that that's asking 'What's coming next?'.

After her, sitting directly in front of me at seat number 3 is a rather short girl with short brown hair to match. Her eyes are jetting around the room with a curious look on her face. I accidently make eye contact with her for a split second before I quickly look away. Oh shit, is she still staring at me?

Moving along....Seat number 4, or at least seat number 4 on the right side of the table, or at least the right side of the table when viewing the table from where I came in. I have know idea how the seats are actually numbered over all. Whatever. Up next is another girl with adequotly sized breast. She looks a bit older than the rest of the people here at a glace. Sporting long flowing red hair and no particular look at all really...maybe empty?

Next is a guy with really short brown hair and glasses. A more more tall and thin when compaired to the rest of attendtends. And another serious look...what's up with these people?

Finally at the end of the table is a guy who defiently isn't like the rest of the people here. He has long bleach blonde hair tied back in a bun and wearing a pair of large round framed glasses. His appearance though isn't exactly what's differewnt about him though. The thing that makes him stand out is his smile. A happy, inviting smile worn by a very feminte face for a man. Come to think of it is he even a he? She? These agendered traits are throwing me off a bit.

Going ahead with my side of the table before I find myself overthinking the last one too much. Directcly across from smiley next to the empty chair is a boy with an uniterested look on his face. Not only that but he doesnt seem to be paying attention to anything around him, he even has a pair of headphones on. Where the hell did he get that! Anyways, these headphonmes seem to be pushing back some short bright colored red hair. 

Coming up from the end up next is a short blonde girl who has her hair tied back in a ponytail. She seems to have an annoyed look on her face while steadily tapping her finger against the table. She might have an outburst of rage at anypoint from the look of it. This one seems like someone I wouldn't want to associate with. 

After her is the girl that's sitting directly beside me to the right. She has short blonde hair and is looking down at the table with a sort of somber look. Her bust size my also be worth mentioning...holy...WAIT SHE LOOKED AT ME! 

Quickly  moving along...up next is..oh it's me. I might not have actually mentioned my appaerance up to this point yet, but I willl now. I'm just an average lookign guy with short black hair, well I say short but it may actually be time for a haircut. I wonder what kind of face I'm making at this moment?

Sitting directly to the left of me is a guy with a bi tmore meat on his bones compared to the other guys. Would this be the equivialnt of describing woman's large breast? Anyways, he has long red hair tied back in a bun and sporting a pair of clear framed glasses. His appeance remjnds me somehwat of smiley at the end of the table. Also similarly is his smile, but in contarst to Smiliy's, hi ssmile is a bit mor erelaxed and barley noticible. A very non-malicious face.

Finally we have reached the end of all the seated people at the table with the last girl who is sitting next closest to the head of the house. immediatley noticble is he rvery tense demeanor. Next is her long beatiful black hair. This is a true japanese beuty if I've ever seen one. Again, her face is very tense, it looks liek she might go on the attack any second. Maybe another person I wouldn't want to associate with.

Well I guess that's everyone...oh yeah taht's only twelve people and pretty boy mentioned soemthing about a thirteenth guest. Not to mention the one last remaining chair at the end of the table. I wonder if this seat was reserved for number thirteen? What would have happened if I wore to have sat in it? Did everyone one else here also have the oppurtunity to sit in the end chair? Did they each also make a conscious decison to fall in line to the sides just like me? If that's the case then I'm very interested to see what will happen when number thirteen arrives. Will they choose to stand out amonst the rest and take the seat at the end of the table? Will they barter for one of the already taken seats? Will they simpoly choose to just stand rather than to be seated? Once again, a series of questions that will only be answered with time. 

"Make way! Make way! His majesty has arrived!"

"I Belive that number thirteen is just about to arrive."

With those words from the head of the table, everyone seated look towards the door that I along with everyone here I assume once entered. 

It bursts open with a bang, quicly swinging and hitting the wall.

"YOU ARE NOW IN THE PRSESNCE OF THE 666th DRAGON KING, NOW BOW DOWN AND OFFER UP YOUR UNYIELDING LOYALTY"

"I'm sorry my lord for being so late, there were some complicatiosn in preparing Master Isaiah."

These word comes from a short timid looking brown haired made who is accompanying a guy with dyed white hair and a malicious smile across his face.

A truly impossible person has made his appearance.