Lawrence Von Carrion

Lawrence was filled with shock and disbelief when he saw Tristina's face. She was supposed to be dead when the first demonic beast tide had occurred. 

So how was it possible for her to be standing in front of him, brimming with lifeforce? 

"Young Master, I know that you hate going to the military academy, but you can't just curse your own maid like that, right?" Tristina twitched her brows as she held an irritated expression. 

Meanwhile, Lawrence was completely dazed to hear her words as he touched his body all over the place. Soon, his hand froze in place when he touched his chin. A chin that was supposed to be filled with his old white beard that showcased his manhood was gone. 

'Where did my beard disappear?' Lawrence exclaimed inwardly, hoping that he was just touching the wrong place. It took him 5 whole years to have his beard grown out, and now it was completely gone. 

"Young Master, can you stop stalling the time on purpose and wash up?" Tristina suddenly shouted aloud, bringing Lawrence back to reality. She then brought up a mirror and placed it in front of him.

"Look at you, Young Master. Your face is haggard with those black circles in your eyes. You must have stayed up all night again to mess with some girls." She reprimanded him. 

However, Tristina suddenly froze when she saw Lawrence's face had turned ashen white. 

"Young Master?" She asked in concern. She held a worried expression when she realized Lawrence seemed to be a bit amiss today, completely unlike his usual demeanor. 

'By this time, I would have expected the Young Master to take advantage of me, but why is he still acting like a dork?' She wondered silently. 

It was a well-known fact that the son of the Marquis was a lustful playboy in the Tatum Kingdom. His reputation was so tarnished to the point where it can not go any lower. If it weren't for the fact that his father was a Marquis and had high influence in the Royal Court, then he would have long been imprisoned by the knights. 

Lawrence ignored Tristina's words as he stood up and walked toward a large mirror that was about the height of a door. In the mirror, he saw his own reflection, and he couldn't believe his sight. 

Reflecting him was a handsome man in his youth, with bright red pixie cut hair and brown eyes. He was built in a refined and muscular body despite not having much exercise due to the potions he had taken in the past.

Within the Tatum Kingdom, mana was the natural resource that one can cultivate and it was stated that it's a gift from God. Those who are talented and gifted can form their own mana core to directly store mana. The stored mana is then used to cast powerful magic spells.

Due to the limited number of users that could actually cultivate mana, a huge social class circle had been made. Those who could not form a mana core are mainly commoners with poor backgrounds. Meanwhile, those who could form one and cast high levels of spells are nobles. Lawrence's father was one of those highest mages within the Tatum Kingdom, bringing him prosperity and fame.

After checking his physical state and current appearance, Lawrence realized he might have returned back to his younger age. 

'Wasn't I trampled to death back in the fall of the Tatum Kingdom? How could I return here? Is it just a fantasy dream I'm currently in?' Lawrence wondered silently. He was too shocked to find himself back in his old mansion that should have long been destroyed by demonic beasts. 

Not to mention, Tristina, the maid, was killed during the beast tide. The reason why she had died was because of his useless self who had failed to cast a single magic spell back then. 

He was the useless Young Master that only got into the Tatum Academy through the backdoor. Every day was wasted by him, playing with women and not studying. 

Just when Lawrence was regretting his past action, he felt a slight pain in his chest. The pain felt like a needle was stabbing and twisting his internal organs, causing him to go crazy. 

"Argh," Lawrence groaned in pain as he crashed down, shocking Tristina. 

As much as Tristina despised him, she was still just a maid meant to take care of his daily necessities. Hence, she could not afford any mishap to happen to him otherwise, she and her mother would have a difficult life to survive in the future. 

She quickly knelt down and checked on his condition. "What is causing you pain, Young Master?" 

Lawrence was in no condition to reply to her as he forcefully ripped off his pajama clothing, revealing his bare chest . 

Near the top right of his chest area, there was a symbol engraved on it. He glanced at the mirror and realized the symbol was similar to the longsword that he had been using for the past decade. 

'Why is this sword engraved on my chest?' He wondered silently. There was a sizzling hot pain occurring in the chest area, almost like it was being forged into his skin. His forehead started dripping down sweats as they landed on the floor carpet. 

Meanwhile, Tristina could no longer idle around as she stood up and started chanting some weird and ancient language. Her hand started glowing in a green light and the light started scattering into sparkly dust. 

The sparkly green dust landed on top of Lawrence, soothing his pain and wound. It was a basic healing spell that she had cast. 

After receiving her healing spell, Lawrence felt his pain alleviated a little bit. Although there was still a burning sensation, it was at least bearable for now considering how much pain he had gone through in the past. 

Lawrence panted heavily as he stared deeply at the engraving longsword that was surrounded by skeleton skulls. 'Is this longsword related to my current predicament?'