Chapter 3- Reincarnation

Ch 3 – Reincarnation

Year 1030 of After Demon-God era

The continent of Vinyamar.The Egruneian Kingdom and its capital,Citadel,were located in the Norvenia region,towards the north -east side of this land.

It was here that a mother and child lived modestly,but happily in a small home.The mother was lovely and charming woman,and her son was comparably cute in an androgynous way.

On one spring day....

" Hey mom. Why do we have black hair? No one around us has black hair." The little boy peered up at his mother with golden -colored eyes.Indeed,there were no other black haired people in the city they lived in. Because of that, the two of them were treated as rare birds in their neighbourhood.

His mother looked troubled by his question .

"You 're right Kyle," She said, taking a while to respond. "Perhaps it's because we came from somewhere far away."

Kyle said "Do all the people who live there have black hair?

His mother answered " Yes that's right. It's not just you and me. Your father's hair was black too ...

and so was your grandmother's and grandfather's hair."

Her son whose name was Kyle,had asked so curiously— his mother couldn't help but smile as a result as she answered him. Seeing her smile made the boy so happy,making him smile back to her. To the young boy who was just about to turn five year old,his mother was his everything.

Kyle said "Huh I 'd like to meet grandma and grandpa someday"

"Yes, that'd be nice," the mother replied. "I'll take you to see them when you get bigger. They are in a place called the Dulcan region"

Her smile had become troubled again as she spoke.

"Really ? You promise ?" Mmhm. I promise."

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Three years later in the year 1033 of the After Demon-God era. Mid spring.

In the slums of Citadel, the capital of the Egruneian kingdom,there lived a small orphan boy. He was curled into corner of a dark and shabby wooden shack,the air was dry and chilly.

"Hah...hah..."

The boy panted for breath,his cheeks bright red. He groaned openly,tormented by his nightmares.

The dirty rags he wore on his body were soaked through with sweat; at just a glance it was clear that he had a fever. There were traces of multiple people living in the run-down shack,but none of them were present to nurse the sick boy. Whon knew how long the boy had been alone like this ? He was alone, left lying on the cold floor in a single layer of clothing. It wouldn't have if he'd like this. And yet—

At one point,a warm,gentle light began to shine and embrace the boy's body. It's warmth was different from the heat of the fever that had been tormenting the boy...

This heat was warm and comfortable enough to entrust oneself to. Color rapidly returned to the boy's face, and his breathing evened out. For some reason,the fever that ailed the boy's body was gone,and the light that covered his body disappeared with subtle flash.

"Mmh.."

The boy blearily opened his eyes sometime later. Lying on his back,he blinked until his vision cleared and a dimly lit wooden ceiling came into focus. His mind was still hazy,as through there was a fog preventing him from thinking clearly. The fever was gone but not without consequence. He was still weak,and had yet to recover his strength and stamina.

Overwhelmed with fatigue the boy stared blankly at the ceiling. His mind managed to recover to a point where he could process his thoughts again; pushing his weary body to stand,he started to process the situation.

"Ugh..."

A dull pain ached in his whole body making the boy wince. It might have been a result of the fever he had caught,or perhaps from sleeping on the cold -hard floor. A glance around at his surroundings revealed a dismal room with some shabby furniture placed in the middle.

This is

A room he was very familiar with,the boy thought.... And yet, something inexplicably felt out of the place. He knew he'd live in this room for a while now..

But he was also seeing it for the first time. It shouldn't have been possible,but it was almost as through there were two people's consciousness within him.

Something just didn't feel right... rather something was muddled with his memories. As he looked around the room in daze,a sour smell suddenly pierced his senses. The boy noticed the rags he was wearing were soaked with sweat. He furrowed his brow, mind now awakened. With a deep breath he,he collapsed back on the floor ;he felt lying down for a little longer. He lifted a hand to place again his forehead— but in the next moment, he gasped loudly and stared intently at his hand.

It was definitely his hand... a small hand of seven year-old boy. But it was weird. There was something not right about it.

Ignoring the headache pounding in his head,the boy kicked his hazy brain back into gear.

A child's hand ...? I .... Wait I?.....

Kyle — that was the boy's name. He was an orphan living in the slums of Egruneian capital , sworn to take revenge. That was why he had grasped at straws to survive up until this point. That should have been entirety of Kyle's existence...

So why did he have another person's worth of memories? The memories of a person living in another world,in an unfamiliar civilization with technology he didn't recognize.