Previously on The Legend of the Lord:

Tom was about to speak but he started to feel a strong strain in his magical core and, unable to stop himself, fainted. Last thing that he remembered was Emilia calling for his name.

...Continuing...

Tom awoke startled in his own bed, a nightmare having scared him.

He dreamed of actually dying during the fight against Dumbledore. After calming down, the Lord Protector dressed up and flooed into his office.

...Mine...

Tom heard someone, but couldn't actually pinpoint the origin of the sound. He shook his head and thought that it was a mere hallucinations of some sort because of late work.

He sat down on his custom-made chair and started checking some paper that needed his authorisation.

Permission to build another magical orphanage. Yes.

Expansion of Hogwarts. Yes.

Permission to do the funerary functions of one Tom Riddle. Ye-

Tom found himself frozen at the last document. This time he knew it was not an hallucination.

...You...Are...Mine...

Tom jumped out of his chair and prepared the Elder Wand. Then he understood.

He had been somehow forced to his mind. Searching the entire perimeter of his Occlumency wall, he found an entity and the breach it had created and pushed the former out of his mind.

GET OUT OF MY MIND!

The being was instantly forced out of his mind. Tom calmed down and focused in returning conscious.

Tom woke up once again. This time in a different bed and with two maids staring at him. Both twins, their only difference being their hair's and eyes' color. One was blue, the other pink.

Tom stared at them and they stared back at him. Then the pink one blinked "I won."

They stared at him as insane "What? Wasn't it a staring challenge?"

They both shook their head negatively and Tom frowned "Are you two unable to speak or something like that?"

Then the blue haired girl whispered to her twin, loud enough for Tom to hear.

"Ne Ram-nee, this boy is rude." The pink haired nodded "Yes Rem-nee, maybe Emilia-sama was wrong about him.".

Tom moved out of the bed and started to dress. "Ne, what are you doing mister?"

The teen shrugged "What does it seem am I doing? I'm getting ready for breakfast."

The pink haired maid seemed to continue to stare at him, annoyed by his action and reply, while the other twin had the decency of blush and look away embarrassed.

The reaction of the latter was definitively more funny than the former's. Tom then opened the door and, following the two maids, reached the dining room.

The owner of the mansion, he learnt, was Roswaal L Mathers, Margrave and greatest mage of Lugnica. Tom snorted at the last title: if there was someone that had to be considered the greatest in magic, that was him. "Oh my, good morning Mr. Riddle." The mage laughed lightly and made sign to sat down. "Good morning Sir Mathers, Emilia." The aforementioned girl nodded and asked how he was feeling. If Tom had to compare Emilia to another woman, that was his daughter, Lily. Ah, his daughter had been the greatest achievement and reason of him keeping his original goals pure during all those years. Heck, he would have probably gone in deep depression and started to talk pompously in third-person. "So" The clown-looking mage started. "I heard that you could too use magic, Tom, it's quite unheard to actually meet a magician not well known."

Frankly, Tom was more than just a petty magician. After seven years of normal magical education and other eight of obscure arts, Tom is probably the greatest wizard ever since Merlin himself. Annoyed by the 'fellow' mage attempt at poking him to unnerve him, Tom decided to make him back down, forcefully.

"Yes, I achieved a great education in magical subjects." Tom smirked "So much I could actually see who is playing who.".

Emilia looked confused at this last piece of information, while Roswaal froze mid-action.

Yes, Tom had noticed something wrong about the clown-looking man: he had a particular magical aura overwhelming another aura, almost identical to the former.

"But I think that if such situation is not going to create problems, that it could stay secret."

Emilia, still unable to understood any of that peculiar silent game that was happening, decided to keep quiet, while Puck eyed the blue-haired mage in another light, a more suspicious light. The spirit known as the Beast of the End, then looked at the young man before him.

While Riddle's magical aura seemed to be genuinely not interested in harming someone in the house, it seemed sure like as if Tom was holding more than he showed.

"I still didn't thank you for protecting Lia from the assassin," the floating cat bowed "I'm indebted to you.".

If not for his Occlumency mastery, Tom's lips would have twitched. In the wizarding world, debts were more than just mere verbal oaths.

And while the teen would have enjoyed to force the spirit under a life-debt, he opted to defuse the situation. "While I appreciate your humbleness, Puck, it was not more of a 50/50 deal: we both wanted the thief. Sadly the outcome was unpredictable, but I just protected both at the end."

Then the spirit took a weird look. "And what if I gave you Lia's hand?".

Both Tom's and Emilia's eyes widened, while the latter blushed for the embarrassing question at the same time. Tom looked at this question as it seemed. A test.

"Puck, I didn't know you cared so little for your summoner." Once he finished the sentence, the room's temperature got cold. The origins being said spirit, now looking at Tom in cold fury.

Still, Tom continued "While Emilia is a beautiful and smart young woman, I don't see her as a trophy but as a dear friend." The temperature returned to normal and Puck scratched the back of his head sheepishly, embarrassed by his not well thought moment. Emilia's face was completely red as a tomato and started to have strange thoughts about the handsome teen beside her.

"Actually," Roswaal started, his composure as normal now "You have to ask for something, Mr. Riddle." He sat up from his chair "An arcane book, a pouch full of gold or... maybe someone?".

Last part was said while the clown-mage looked at his maids.

'Sheesh.. And they called me sadist, oh well...' Tom deigned the weird-looking mage with a reply "If I have to ask for something actually..." The interdimensional wizard sat up too. "I wanted to be a guest in this household..".

Puck and Roswaal looked at the boy, both curious of such request. "But you are a guest of mine already, Mr. Riddle.".

Even though Tom has lost many of his insane-ish tendencies thanks to years of training and family, he was very against not being in control of a situation. Now he had to gamble for his soon future in this land or his journey would have ended without even starting properly.

"Yes.. I'm a temporary guest." Then Tom returned to his seat "But I might need a place to stay and"

He smiled ambitiously "I'm quite intrigued about this royal election.".

Once again Puck frowned at the request, trying to evaluate if Tom was genuinely friendly or a dangerous man. Roswaal looked at the young boy with a calculative look, then he replied "This offer is acceptable..." Tom knew very well that tone, it always meant a 'but'. "...but I will only if you accept to partly work here." Tom's mind started to determine if the offer was good. Accepting it would mean 24/7 spying on him, while refusing might just anger once again the floating spirit and possibly with no means of calming him down.

"What does 'partly' implies?" Tom needed more information before making a possible decision.

"You will work together with the servitude but you will not be forced to do more than just the most common orders like 'retrieving an object' or 'preparing food'."

Tom gritted his teeth. He still was very attached to the aristocratic Slytherin's heir idea and certainly that would blow his ego quite a bit. With a resigned sigh, Tom nodded "I can accept this deal...".

Roswaal smiled and extended his hand to Tom for him to shake it. 'Why I feel like I've signed a pact with the devil...'.

...The next day...

Once he had completed the deal, Tom was introduced by the pink-haired maid, Ram, to which kinds of works he would have to get accustomed. As Roswaal had said, it was petty mundane works like cooking. Luckily, Tom had learnt to cook during his eight years training. Survival had been crucial in the various tests and many times the young adult had found himself in very precarious situations without any edible food.

Now Tom was just leaving his room, having finished dressing up, and was going to the kitchen hall.

Abruptly he stopped, seeing someone in the garden. What is Emilia doing outside at this hour?

Strict discipline was overcome by curiosity. "What are you doing outside, Emilia?"

The girl jumped a little, surprised by the presence of the boy. "A-ano, Tom, I was just enjoying the silence..". Tom understood her very well. At the orphanage, before fighting back against his bullies, Tom enjoyed hearing the sweet sound of nature. Silence for him was a calm lullaby when he needed to think or he calm himself. "Silence is a very nice song, don't you think?"

The white-haired girl looked at him, silently, questioning herself about that simple yet complex question. Since she could remember, Emilia never had the opportunity to talk with someone who was not Puck. She loved that fluffy, funny spirit but... she felt always lonely about talking of what seemed very meaningful to her. Emilia considered the little spirit as a guardian and sometimes like a friend, but he lacked what she felt to need to have in her life: someone that could understand her pains and weird feelings. Shaking herself up, she giggled in her mind. How peculiar how a question can make you contemplate so much. Then she returned her focus on Tom. The dark-haired boy had been a spark when they meet. Not only he seemed to be adept in magic and seemed to have genuine concern about her well-being. She could see something in his eyes, something very familiar to her.

While she thought, and could have been true, that Tom seemed to mask himself thanks to mind magic, Tom was unable to hide some emotions. The one that make him different, unique was.. the same sad look she always had. It was an almost impossible to hear scream, a call for help. But Emilia heard it and she was going to help his first and dearest friend. She gave him a small smile.

"Yes, it's probably the best one to hear." They sat quietly, enjoying both the silence and their company. Puck looked at the scene, unable to decide what to do about it.

Puck may be a spirit that strong that could destroy the world and probably be able to annihilate that strange boy but... he couldn't be able to bear it in his heart to see Lia's cry. Puck had considered the girl as a daughter and he knew that the white-haired elf felt the same for him. Once when she had been very tired, she unconsciously called him her 'Papa'. That title meant more than the spirit could have ever hoped to achieve. He was Puck, one of the Highest Spirit of Lugnica, the Beast of the End, and yet he was unable to find those worthy enough to replace him being a father.

Maybe I will spare the boy... for now. He moved to sat next to her surrogate daughter. Maybe he did the right choice... or maybe he just committed the greatest error of his existence.

AN: I read about 'questionable opportunity for character development'(I appreciate the constructive critic and ty for the compliments) and I'm going to work about it. I understand the lack of interaction in the last sentences of the first chapter.

Many characters will be explained and explored with details in the right situations: Emilia will be probably the first character to be explained since... I think she need more spotlight than the one she got in original Re:Zero. (I still love the Anime and the Manga, but maybe the characters could have had more details in different opportunities. The show has potential... let's hope.) Tom is a special case: to start to actually see how he had changed and gone different from good Ol' Voldie, you have to watch the prequel on my profile.

About the pairings, I might put a pool here for reviewers and one in Twitter to those that follow this by notifications. But I'm going to limit it to straight couples since I'm not a big fan of Yaoi or Yuri pairings(Just an opinion of mine, pls don't put me on a cross).

The story will completely be a bit shorter than the actual Anime/Manga, since I need to move Tom to another universe and stuff like that. :3

Sal: *sneezes*

Jerry: *look at the boy concerned* Did you caught a cold, my friend?

Sal: Nah, I think someone is trying to steal my thunder.

Oh my... ;3