Reincarnation

As I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing that struck me was the sensation of softness and warmth surrounding my body. I was lying on a plush bed, covered in luxurious blankets and pillows.

The room was spacious and well-furnished, with ornate wooden furniture and delicate tapestries hanging on the walls. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on everything in the room.

I realized that my body felt different when I tried to sit up. It was lighter and smaller than before, making my movements awkward and uncoordinated. As I looked down at myself, I gasped in shock.

I saw the tiny, delicate hands of a child, with smooth skin and unblemished fingers. I was a child again, but how was that possible?

I got up from the bed and moved towards the mirror. I could see a cute face staring back at me, with large golden eyes and white hair. I was shocked to see my new appearance. I would surely grow up to be a lady killer.

I opened the door to my room and was greeted by the sight of a spacious hallway with elegant tapestries and paintings adorning the walls. A young maid was waiting for me, her eyes lighting up as she saw me.

"Good Morning, Young Master," she said, smiling cheerfully. "I'm glad to see that you woke up."

Young Master? I thought, feeling a sense of confusion and disbelief. What was going on?

"Young Master, breakfast is ready, and Master and Mistress are waiting for you to have it with them."

I could also see that I was a kind of noble, and this world was a medieval world with modern technology because I could see some flying cars around from the window.

After getting ready to have breakfast with my new father and mother, I went down with the maid. I was nervous because I was afraid if they found out that I was not their son. Honestly, I could still not accept the fact that I was dead and was never going back to my previous life.

As I entered the room, I saw two figures sitting at a large dining table, their faces obscured by the shadow of the curtains. The room was grand and spacious, with high ceilings and glittering chandeliers.

The smell of delicious food wafted toward me, making my stomach rumble with hunger.

I made my way toward the table when a painful headache assaulted me. I couldn't help but stumble and fall. I could vaguely see the concerned look on my parent's faces and the commotion among the butlers and maids in the room.

I was now in a pitch-black space with a white light spot floating. I don't know why, but seeing it gave me some comfort. I tried to reach out to it, but I couldn't move back and forth in this gravityless place.

Suddenly the ball started moving toward me, and as soon as it touched my finger, my vision went white. I could feel new memories inside me that were not mine.

I could see a little boy chasing butterflies and running toward his mother. I felt calm when his mother hugged him.

I understood that these must be the memories of the boy in whose body I woke up.

I also realized that I was now a member of a wealthy and prestigious family. My father was a noble and a renowned swordsman, holding the title of Duke, and my mother was a famous alchemist known for her magical potions and remedies.

And my name was Ethan Zephyr, of the Zephyr Dukedom.