Prologue - Four Options, One Choice

What would you do if you had fought for over seven years in a deadly war and it was finally over?

1. Enjoy your life as much as you can with all the money you earned over the years.

2. Reunite with your loved ones.

3. Live a peaceful life away from everything.

4. Find something to occupy yourself with.

If you chose the first option, let me ask you another question.

Does money buy happiness? 

Hmm, well, I certainly don't think so.

When I transmigrated into this novel as the son of a well-off Duke, I enjoyed everything from banquets to the biggest beds—

Ah, wait! I forgot to tell you about that. One day, I woke up in the body of a young lord, and within a few days, I realized I was in a famous novel I had heard of but never read. So, I was just as lost as everyone else.

But, uh, enough about that.

What was I talking about? Money… right, money! 

Yeah, to cut it short, money doesn't buy happiness. After all the years I've spent fighting, I got paid so much money that I could live pretty much anywhere until the end of my life. However, at one point, buying things just doesn't cut it anymore. You need something to drive yourself forward, or else… your life is gonna be boring.

Then, perhaps option two would be better. Actually, it would have been a great idea, but there was only one problem.

All my family died during the war. It happened a few years ago. But now, I guess it's just another event of the past…and it's not like I knew them well either since I got transmigrated into the body of a fourteen year old, only spending one year with them before being sent to fight against the Demons.

So, yeah. I'm all alone.

What about option three? 

Living a peaceful life away from everything… sounds boring, doesn't it? 

I spent my entire life on the front lines of the war against the demons, fighting for my life and becoming one of the strongest people on the battlefield. No, such a huge change of pace wouldn't work. 

Ugh, just imagining it gives me the creeps. No, just no.

That's why, when I thought of all those options, I chose option number four. I needed to occupy myself with something, and that's when the perfect opportunity showed up right in front of me.

"Caedrel, how old are ya?"

"Hm, just turned 22, sir."

"And what are you planning on doing now that the war is over?"

"Ah…I don't know. I'll do whatever I find interesting, I guess."

"What about becoming a professor for the Royal Academy?"

If I would have known what that offer really meant, I would have refused it. But oh well, it's too late now.