After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
A week after the incident, the aftereffects of the rebellion had reduced, but Asher still had his eyes on Silverleaf, especially one of their ace blacksmiths who had never left his house after the incident.
Losing all his sons must have driven him into shock, one that would take a long while to change.
Sitting in the sacred hall, Asher leaned on the back of the palm, looking at the large doors without an expression.
He was lost in thought. Something was wrong. Sapphira was always appearing in his dream, causing him restless nights.
He almost believed it was a spell and called Katarina, only for her to inform him that it was the result of his own brainwork!
A sharp burst of air escaped his mouth as he scoffed.
Boom!
All of a sudden, the large doors were pushed open, revealing three men: Kelvin, Nero, and a man wrapped in bandages.