That evening, Arthur came to visit Henry. He checked his pulse and said he had fully recovered.
Henry didn't know whether he should be happy about it. Because getting recovered meant he should go out. Going out meant he should meet with people. Meeting with people meant he would have to bully them. Bullying them meant he would get punished for it. Getting punishments meant he would still have to be in pain.
It was clear. In all the way, he was already fucked!.
'Wait! Why can't I just try to change? I could say to them that I regret every action of mine and I want to be a good person.'
He thought of becoming a good person and making the name Henry different from what it feels to hear. But was it really possible?
But he didn't know if it would be easy.
'If I want to change myself, I should first be friends with Ricarda. As long as I can be friends with her, it would be easy to make friends with others too.'
Even though he had the idea, he didn't have any trust.
Telling himself to trust the process, he marked his first mission as being friends with Ricarda.
But he couldn't just smile and say hi to her. It would make her feel suspicious of course.
So what he planned was to keep a cold personality, but be at least a little helpful and kind.
With his previous actions, Ricarda must have confirmed it was Henry who tried to kill her before. So Henry couldn't act rashly.
He still had to be careful about getting beaten up by another group of enemies too.
But who would have expected, he would die that day?
It didn't bother him to die again by getting stabbed by a knife. But what surprised him was the person who stabbed him.
It was Ricarda!
She stabbed him right in the chest without any hesitation!
Everyone knew she was kind and soft-hearted. So how could a soft-hearted girl like her could stab him like that?
That same evening, the duke had a sudden visit to Henry's room. He came there with a tiny bottle in his hand.
"Here, drink it."
He threw the bottle at him. Henry picked it up and smelled it once.
"Just drink it. It's not poison. Don't worry!"
The duke got annoyed and angry at his behaviour.
Henry didn't want to drink it. But he still had to because he couldn't get rid of the duke's stares which stabbed through him.
He opened the bottle and drank all the liquid inside all in one go. After he swallowed it, the only taste it left was iron.
It didn't take much time for Henry to realise what he drank was blood. He got disgusted and almost vomited. But his father hurried and covered his mouth, not letting him throw them out.
After he felt okay, he let go of Henry. He looked like he was in a daze. He felt drowsy and sick. It was like he was drugged.
"Bear the sickness a little. Then it will be alright."
He threw a glance at him and left to the door.
After a few seconds, Henry felt something in his stomach. He felt like he wanted to puke again. But nothing came out. As he was sweating and feeling uncomfortable, he heard a scream.
He was a little shocked because that voice sounded like the duke. But he had never heard him scream. And it was impossible, right? A duke who rules the area wouldn't be screaming, right?
Well, maybe not.
It was actually him. Henry kept watching his door to see if someone would come in. For the first time after he got transmigrated, he felt uneasy.
As the door suddenly opened soundly, the figure appeared there was Ricarda.
At that moment, his sickness had gone away due to the sudden fear caused by something he didn't even know.
"Ricarda?"
His voice sounded strange. Maybe it was because of the blood he drank. But he could feel his voice trembling.
It was not that same Ricarda who was at the door. She looked different and most especially it was her hair. That golden coloured hair was not there anymore. Instead, her hair had completely been replaced with blood red colour. Her hair colour had changed. That colour gave Henry shivers.
Ricarda was wearing a white nightgown which was dirtied with blood stains. As she held a knife in her hand, she walked straight to the bed.
"Ricarda?"
Henry kept calling her but no response. She just walked to him and got on the bed, sat on top of Henry, and raised her hand with the knife.
Henry had no time to respond or resist. The knife stabbed through his heart smoothly.
As the pain got unbearable, Henry closed his eyes, sweating heavily.
'It hasn't even been two days since I came here. Why? I thought Ricarda is a kind girl. How can she be this cruel?'
Henry didn't move. Breathing in pain, he looked at Ricarda but he couldn't look away again.
Ricarda's bloody colour hair was already loose and it was all over covering her face. But Henry was sure he saw her eyes turning red. Her eye colour also changed to red for a minute. Henry was able to catch a glimpse of it.
"Go to hell!"
Ricarda pulled out the knife using her full force.
That was the last thing Henry heard. He couldn't breathe anymore. The cruel laugh of Ricarda rang in Henry's ears until he opened his eyes again.
"Ha… ha... Agh! Ahh! Ha!"
Henry got up and breathed until his breath became stable.
"Didn't I die?"
He touched his chest and found out there was no wound.
"Cough! Cough!!"
As he started coughing violently, someone rushed to the room.
"Young master, are you okay?"
It was a maid. She was wearing the maid outfit and was holding a plate of food and a glass of water. As she asked she gave him the glass of water quickly. He didn't hesitate and took it, finishing it in one gulp.
"Young master, did you have a nightmare? You have sweated a lot."
She said with a worried voice.
'Young master? Who? Me?'