Today was a day like any other.
At least, that was what Heinrich had wanted to believe, being a person unaccustomed to nor caring for change in his daily routine. Of course, since he arrived in this strange world a single month ago, things had changed drastically.
Removing some of his luscious locks from in front of his eye as he walked, Heinrich still felt uncomfortable trying to navigate the streets. He wasn't one to walk frequently to begin with, but he was especially having trouble dealing with his new, fabulous body he had come to own upon entering this world. It was the result of his blessing, the one that forced him to be aesthetically pleasing at all times. Being a NEET and never really applying himself to anything, particularly physically, his old body was shorter and rounder --- by far.
In public, he had used to be called fat.
But nowadays, this was much different. He was the pinnacle of physical fitness. If he had a stat chart indicating all of his physical abilities, they would read "S", even standing above an "A". And, of course, he looked absolutely gorgeous to boot! Heinrich himself could acknowledge that his sex appeal was a resounding "yes" on a scale of 1 to 10. But even if he was in denial, the countless men, women, and even beasts had all given him looks that confirmed this. To be honest, he wasn't sure if there had ever been anybody who he had passed this past month who hadn't stared longingly at him. And at first, that was fairly creepy. Now it was just irritating. Why did his body have to stand out so? The worst part is that he couldn't even hide it! He wasn't incapable of wearing clothing, but he was not allowed to wear anything that didn't stand out, so there was little point, really.
"Hah, this just the worst! Why can't all these people just leave me alone!?" He had wanted to scream this from the top of his lungs. Of course, he could not.
It would not allow him. Saying something like that aloud would be very unsightly, after all, and he could not have that. Instead, he continued wearing a rather determined face as he strolled forwards as though he had a distinct purpose for each and every action, with every movement betraying complete confidence in himself. His body was really good at making it look like he was doing something important, when really all he was doing was taking a walk. He needed to clear his mind and think of what he wanted to do with this new, horrible life he was cursed with.
"Kyaa~!" a nearby woman passed out spontaneously upon gazing at him.
This was his power. In particularly weak-willed people, he could essentially enthrall them and get them to do whatever he wanted. Whether he wanted to or not. That, or like this particular woman, some would faint upon witnessing his form. He wasn't sure if it was actually a power or if people were that susceptible to beauty, but either way it caused him nothing but trouble.
And because he was both above lowly peasants like her and also because it would be a pain to check on her, he decided to pretend as though nothing happened continued to walk the road. He was good at ignoring problems that weren't his own, just like all that commotion that was going on recently.
Until... Vesta blocked his path.
Since she quite literally just appeared in front of him with like she was cut/pasted into this world, it startled him as he was merely inches away from her. He startled back, but due to the nature of his "blessing", it looked fully conscious and ended with him in a pose that had his back slanted and a finger pointing at the woman, almost as though he were accusing her of something. This being how his reflexes turned out, he only held this very briefly before returning to his normal stance, which, as it turns out, was also a
pose.
"You... where did you come from?" he questioned, quite noticeably suspicious of her sudden appearance, unlike the rest of the immediate crowd, who acted as though she had been there from the start.
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