Wherever the wind goes is where I shall follow.

I calmly walked towards the harp and sat on the seat. I touched the strings of the harp reminiscing about my piano back home.

It was made out of the wood of the world tree itself. I spent countless hours on it every day. Now that I think about it... I used to have a lot of free time during those days.

My daily routine those days would be: Get up, Meditate, Eat, Paint and read a book on the balcony, afternoon nap, eat, meditate, music while drinking wine or ale, and then lastly sleep, then repeat.

As I started to feel the strings, I slowly plucked them in a rhythmic melody. I played it in a slow tempo, caressing them as if they were my precious babies.

Then as I was playing it slowly, all of a sudden my hand movements changed and I couldn't see my own hands as they moved at an insane speed.

It was all upon my mind memory, although my hands couldn't keep up with the original tempo of the song because I had not practiced in my demon body.. it was still beautiful!

At that moment I remembered that the composition name was 'Summer Rain' and that it had a deeper meaning to it.

The composition was written by a young fairy who had his heartbroken due to his misunderstanding.

He had a bit of a thing for a female fairy. He used to speak with her whenever he could. They were best friends from childhood and he used to help her whenever he could.

Both of them had a liking for a choir group back in the fairy realm. Her birthday was around so the composer decided to buy two tickets for the concert.

When her birthday came, she saw her gift, she got overjoyed and hugged him and thanked him, etc., but that was about it. He didn't think much about the 'asking him out' part.

When the concert day rolled around, he asked her through fairy sense when she wants to get picked up. She told him that she didn't understand what he meant by that and that she was already there with someone.

Turned out that she had gone there with a girl and then those two dated for a while and got married and had a beautiful child.

So she was a lesbian, and as I said before two female fairies can have children.

Tears crept out of my eyes as I recalled the story, loving his best friend for years and then digging his own grave by making her fall in love with another female by giving her a concert ticket.

If only he had mustered up the courage to act and show her that he didn't want to be her friend and instead something more.

Well, again it would only be possible if his best friend was bisexual and not just lesbian.

I finally stopped playing and opened my eyes, the tears were still flowing out of my eyes, although my face didn't show any expression of sorrow

*Clap!* * Clap!* *Clap!*

I wasn't really surprised to see the audience around me gobsmacked, many people were crying themselves.

Fairy music is different. Only a fairy can play a fairy piece as it used spirit magic.

The composed piece affects the emotions of the person playing it after he pours his own feelings into it.

The composition full of emotions also starts to affect the nearby surroundings and everyone listening to it.

People can literally see the story and the feelings shared by the composer and the player! That was one of the reasons why music was very popular in the fairy realm.

Some of them even started to kotow as some came near me and tried to hug me which I simply dodged.

They had faces full of snot, no way was I gonna hug them like this!

Also, the fact that some of the female nuns were trying to take advantage of me.

Aren't they supposed to be the 'non-flirtatious women?!', I guess my charms are simply too good.

Or are they the secret nun sluts who I have heard so much about?

I guess we will never know... or will we?

I shook my head as I headed out of the hall, as I was walking I came across a water fountain. Sitting near the fountain I started to eat the offerings the priests were giving.

While I was tasting the treacle they gave me to eat, I noticed some weeping sounds from near me.

My mood worsened noticing that the weeping was not stopping even after a while, I started to get a little ticked of as the crying was destroying the pleasant mood.

A sigh released from my mouth and I walked towards the sounds of weeping.

It was a teenager and it seemed that he wasn't weeping but crying due to training...?

What the fuck? Why would someone be training themselves in the church premises?

"Hey!" I called out as I walked in his direction, he was apparently a human, dark black hair and deep emerald green eyes with a sturdy body that was being whipped into shape.

As soon as the human saw me he got startled which changed into absolute fear towards me and kotowed with his head touching the ground.

Weird.... this is hella weird!!!

Not daring to look me in the eyes he simply slipped one word out of his mouth with absolute respect and admiration.

"Master, this unfilial disciple greets you."

Are we role-playing?!?! Cuz I would have played along if you were a girl!!

Then I quickly went through the memories of the previous Rael, you see I would constantly have to do this as the ego of the body was replaced by the original me so I would see the memories of the previous me as a movie.

Ah, this shit is fucking messed up.

I sized up the boy in front of me and couldn't help but admire him a bit.

Misunderstandings, simply misunderstandings.

Apparently, the previous body owner was training him and helping him to make his body fit and the poor guy was also paying him a hefty sum.

The guy didn't know that he was cucked and also fooled because the previous me became fit due to sexercise most of the time.

At the was time I was having mixed feelings the more I looked at him.

Right as I was about to speak he cut in, "Thanks master, if it wasn't for you then I would have never been able to transform so much!"

Now I was utterly dumbfounded, time to check this particular part of the memories.

After checking I was thunderstruck...THUNDER!!!....THUNDER...

Apparently, the guy in front of me used to be a fat boy and now he was slim fit with some flabs.

As I saw more I also realized more, the previous me gave him a simple training schedule, normally humans didn't work out a lot nor did any other species as it was the age of magic.

Even more so, young masters never trained themselves ever, and the person in front of me was one of the most important figures in the country.

Derek Yellow.

He was the direct child of the Yellow family's patriarch.

Even though he was a young master he also had his fair share of troubles, but that is a story for another day.

I cleared my throat as I looked at him, "Keep on training, you are doing it nicely."

"Yes, master!! I will do 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, 100 squats, and run 10 kilometers, 1000 times a day." He replied with absolute discipline.

Damn... repeating that a thousand times???!

I don't know what to say, I was a monster to out him so much training, the previous me only said this so that he would be occupied and the previous me could fuck his fiance.

The previous me was a piece of shit, the biggest scumbag ever, well at least the previous me never forced himself upon any girl and only seduced.

"You can lessen your training schedule a bit.." I said almost feeling bad for him.

"No way master! I know this is a way of you testing me so ill answer diligently I will never back down and it's only thanks to your training schedule that I have managed to skin down." He replied not letting me see his tears.

Gee.. thanks for making me feel guiltier if this much wasn't enough.

I sighed, "Whatever you say."

Oh by the way seeing my memories I came to know that he was aromantic so my guilt toned down a bit but that didn't change the fact about the many families I might have destroyed.

After the encounter with him was done I closed my eyes and all my senses.

Wherever the wind goes is where I shall follow.

The next moment when I opened my eyes, I was standing in front of a statue.

My eyes wide opened and my jaw dropped.

"Son of a bitch..."

That was all I could say at that moment nothing else came to my mind, you could even say that it was fully blank.

I was in utter disbelief.

It was a statue of me.

And a very ugly one on top of that...