Chapter 1
It was like a dream.
Back when I was young and young,
My father, whose blood I doubt is related to me, and my mother, who passed away at the same time I was born and whose portrait I only saw in a painting.
And my older sister, who was a beauty known not only in my family but throughout the entire continent, and my second son, who tormented me endlessly.
I remember all those things.
Then, memories of when he abandoned the name Jack Valantier and became the Sword Demon and attacked the continent flashed through his mind.
I’m confused as to whether this is a dream or not.
Because they were both so realistic.
Am I dead?
Is it really true that he is dead?
Could this be a revolving lantern?
I stood in front of a full-length mirror and slowly stroked my face.
The scars that should have been on her face were gone, and even the baby fat that shouldn’t have been there was there.
ha…….
“This is driving me crazy.”
About an hour has passed since I became aware of the current phenomenon.
That makes me even crazier.
The Second Continental War that I started, I was a victor, a ruthless murderer, and a monster among monsters.
I ran with only one goal in mind: revenge. I destroyed the Tulcan Empire, a single nation that ruled the Western Continent, and killed all living beings who used the name Tulcan.
I have fought and always won.
All goals were achieved and I was satisfied.
So I humbly accepted my approaching death.
Because I no longer had a reason to live.
In this way, the heart’s function stopped.
I definitely felt that way.
But, what on earth is the situation right now?
“It doesn’t seem to be black magic, or illusion, really… … did I go back to the past?”
A short black haired boy reflected in a full-length mirror.
This is clearly me, 20 years ago, when I was 14 years old.
A child who is still a young child, who has not lost her baby fat yet, and who looks like me when I was so tender and gentle, mutters while caressing her cheek.
“How is this possible?”
The first day back in the past, the morning dawned.Advertisements
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The Marquis Valanti of the Kingdom of Teslan was a family of considerable reputation and a loyal family to the king for generations.
I am the third child born into that family and the youngest in the household.
The youngest of a family with the title of Marquis in the kingdom.
If you don’t get too greedy about the position of Gaju, it’s a fantastic position where you can live off of it for most of your life.
This was common sense, but an exception was made for the Marquis de Valanti.
‘Was this a rose garden?’
Rose garden.
It could be said to be a kind of annex located in a corner of the main building of the Marquis’ house.
The garden, with its countless roses spread out all around, was very beautiful, at least on the outside, but this was only an illusion.
This place is also called a place of exile.
A place that perfectly suits the purpose of completely isolating the youngest son, who has no guardian or even a single supporting vassal family, from the outside world if possible.
That is why it is not awkward at all to call it a place of exile.
That’s right, this is the rose garden.
I sat down at the entrance to the yard and raised my head.
Clear blue skies and clear weather.
The exquisite harmony is so exquisite that it enriches the heart just by looking at it.
