Chapter 0

Prologue

Jean Luncandel often thought of this.

Am I not a man?

A young man who is not even 30 years old has not lived with this idea in the beginning. He also had a time when he had grand goals and brilliant dreams.

For example, the first time I was born the youngest of the Looncandel family and held the sword.

As a child, Jin thought that there was nothing but success and honor in his future. Just as his father and brothers all did.

But Jean had no talent.

A member of the Looncandel family has been a one-star knight for generations at the age of 13. In more than a thousand years of family history, no one had not become a one-star knight before the age of thirteen.

It was the average of the Looncandel family to be a three-star knight at 16 and a five-star knight before turning twenty.

And it was when Jean was 25 years old that she became a one-star knight.

Being a one-star knight at the age of 25 was an area that was possible even for a rainbow without a single drop of talent. if only sufficient effort is supported.

The effort was so hypothetical that the other brothers stopped short of "throwing Jean out without killing her."

'But it wasn't without talent. It wasn't that I didn't have talent.….'

Jin, who left the family, surprisingly realized that his talent was in something other than a sword.

Magic

Jean had an extremely talented talent for magic.

After wandering aimlessly and accidentally becoming a disciple of a wizard, only three years later, the god of shadow offered Jin a contract.

This is the opening of a solid road leading to the Magician of the Age. The god of shadow, "Solderet," was the most coveted being of wizards.

in addition to Jin Eun.

Through Solderlet, one could hear that he was also very talented in swordsmanship.

[Signer, you must have hated someone when you were very young. You've been under a lot of pressure because of a small curse. Maybe that's why I was attracted to you.]

a trifling curse

That's how Solderlet described the curse that was holding Jean's talent in check. It was a nine-star wizard who put a curse on Jin by the name of 'the widow of the wing'.

Of course, Jean didn't even know she was cursed until she met Soldert.

Solderlet lightly shook off the gin's fast-paced curse. The red mold hidden in Jin's body permeated the shadow and disappeared.

[Now all you have to do is be a test-taker, contractor. It's going to be fun to enjoy watching.]

It was true.

When I grabbed back the sword that had been put at Solderlet's word, I saw a new phase at every moment. The greatest scum in the history of Looncandel, Jean Looncandel, was no longer there.

Magic in one hand.

And a sword in one hand.

In about a decade or so, he will be strong enough not to have to look at the family that abandoned him. The only thing left in Jin's life is to become the strongest prosecutor in history and command the world.

'I guess I'm the one who really can't.'

Oh, my God!

Jean spat out a handful of blood. Blood was flowing from his nose, eyes and ears.

Soon he will die.

There was no chance to use the magic and the strength of the solderlet, which had been cooked for three years.

Out of nowhere, three nine-star knights attacked the capital of the Arkin kingdom, and Qin was fatally wounded in the aftermath of his sleep.

While sleeping… …you know.

Half a day is enough for a nine-star knight to devastate a country as big as the Akin Kingdom. Now that three of them had come and struck the capital, the camp, which had just entered the fate of the strong, could not be helped.

I couldn't even respond because I was so exhausted after finishing training.

It was a ridiculous death. It was so unfair that I felt like I was going crazy, but I couldn't help but laugh in my blood filled my mouth.

Death is at hand, but there is no one beside him.

His teacher who cared for him, his brothers who abandoned him, his family.

Soldert was also silent.

If this is going to happen, why would the sky... did he give her a chance?'

So Jean Looncandel closed his eyes.

I don't have any regrets, but I think I've had a lot of regrets.

Episode 1. Luncandel's superstition

Crying. Crying.

'As I was dying, suddenly I heard a baby crying....'

Jean thought.

Do you hear voices when it's time to die? Or did the neighbor's baby fall near the shock wave caused by the nine-star drivers?

It was very unfortunate for the latter. As of today, the kingdom of Arkin would be destroyed, because such a baby would not survive in it.

'I wish I could save you. My body is split in half. I hope you will be born in a happy place, not in this harsh world in your next life.'

Oh, my God!

The baby's crying was getting louder and louder. They cry as if they are about to die.

'It's a pathetic death. There's a baby crying in front of me.'

It was pitch-dark in front of me.

The child's cry showed no sign of stopping. In the midst of self-destruction of helplessness, Jean questioned why she was not dying.

His upper and lower body were cut in half, and many other fatal cuts and stab wounds. Even though I can't breathe for more than 10 seconds, I can't stop mumbling.….

'It was from my body, wasn't it?'

What kind of harmony is this?

The cry was exhausting.

Today is September 9, 1780.

It was the day of the birth of Jean Looncandel, the youngest son of the master swordsman Looncandel.

* * *

It's been 100 days since I was born again.

Jean could now crawl quite skillfully, and finally decided to admit the reality she was in.

There was no other way. What are you going to do when you're dead, and you're barely babbling. Who do you want to talk to?

'Even if I'm about five years old and explain it properly, who would believe that I have memories of the last 28 years of my life?'

It was clear that they would just dismiss it as a child's delusion or fiction.

It may be different to explain the history and secrets of a fairly detailed family. It was more likely to be treated as a cursed child.

because

Jin was once again destined to live as the youngest son of this horrid Looncandel.

The youngest of the Looncandel family!

It is an extraordinary birth.

The vast majority of humans living in the world will regard the opportunity to be born the youngest of Looncandel as a great blessing.

But Jean was at a loss.

'If I had a next life, I just wanted to be born into a normal family.'

If it had been, it wouldn't have taken 100 days to admit this reality.

Born in the same family as before, the same youngest, the same day. Then it goes without saying that he has the same talent.

by swordsmanship and magic

And Looncandel hates magic very much. The Magical Master, the Jipple, was the archrival of Looncandel.

'And the youngest son of Lungandel. Is the curse Solderlet released the same? How do we get out of the family this time and learn magic?'

If you don't get out of Looncandel, you can't learn magic.

If the curse Solderlet released was returned to its original state, it would not be possible to master swordsmanship.

in a gentle, sweet way

Jin, who was agonizing, fell asleep. This young body used to fall into this sleep regardless of his will.

* * *

I'm a year old.

The time was slow.

I'm tired of thinking about how to survive in this Looncandel. I was just tired of being young, who often fell asleep and couldn't speak a word.

'I hope you grow up fast! It's frustrating! You have to grow up to do something!'

Drink bottled milk, and when you have time, go to bed. And when you go to the toilet on the diaper, Gilly, the nanny, comes and changes it. It was very shameful for Jean, who had a youthful spirit.

That has been Jean's routine for the past year.

Tick, tickle.

A woman found Jean's room. His mother, the hostess of this family. It was Rosa Looncandel.

Dark black hair with sharp eyes, a towering nose. a beautiful but very virulent impression Such Rosa was called 'black leopard' by the public.

"Gilly, are you ready?"

"Of course, ma'am. Today is the day the youngest teacher makes a choice. I paid special attention."

"Yes. Then let's start right away."

As soon as she heard the conversation, Jean realized that today was her birthday.

Just one year after the birth, the children of Looncandel hold a ceremony called "choice born.

It was a ritual in which a child crawls and picks one of the things on the floor.

As a kind of superstition that a child chooses in "choice," which he thinks will soon be the child's future, Looncandel was strangely obsessed with this ritual.

Rosa went out to the center of the castle with a gin in her hand.

Jean's father in the middle of the hall.

Siron Looncandel, the most powerful knight of the modern era, stood arm in arm.

'Father.'

It is the first time to see my father since the day I was born. Sieon, who rose to the level of self-defense, spent very little time in the family castle.

Always away from the battlefield, or for personal training.

'And brothers....'

as many as twelve brothers

In their previous lives, they always regarded Jean as a bug, but not yet. The brothers were all waiting for Jean with a smile.

When I saw them, my heart was stuffy when I recalled the miserable days of my previous life.

"Rosa, put the gin down."

Rosa put the gin on the floor. The chill left on the marble floor pierced Jean's skin.

About two meters from the gin lies the objects needed for the ritual of choice.

A book, a couple of coins, only one grain of rice.

And more than 20 swords are placed on the floor of the hall.

Jean can choose one of them.

'I didn't remember in my previous life, but I saw it in person, and it's just crazy. You're gonna leave dozens of swords with blue blades, and you're gonna let the baby pick it with his bare hands?'

Jean chose the sword in her last life. Books, coins, and rice grains are hard to find between the inserted swords, so of course all the children in the Runkandel family choose the sword.

"Golara, son."

Looking at the crawling gin, the members of Looncandel gave a lot of strength to their eyes.

I wonder whether the youngest will choose a double sword, a great sword, a long sword, or any other sword.

In the midst of a tense gaze, Qin was also moving toward a sword of choice in his previous life.

No one in the world will know. That the great Looncandel, every time a child is born, has this stupid ritual.

Kking. It was so slow and exhausting that I could only crawl a few meters.

'In my past life, I was in trouble because I chose the sword, but this time I will choose it.'

Thump thump thump. I could feel my tiny heart pounding.

Dozens of round swords. At the end, in the middle, there was a sword that Jean was trying to choose.

As Qin rolled around and passed the sword in front of him, the eyes of the Looncandelites stood up.

No matter how many of the best swordsmen in the world come from. Babies usually choose the closest.

But Qin was narrowly passing through the forest of the first sword. Every time Jean moved forward, members of the family gulped down their saliva.

They were thinking.

I don't think the youngest is… The sword?

As Jin continued to brush past the edge of the knife, the eyebrows of Siron and Rosa, who had a stone-faced face, began to twitch.

"Uh!"

At last Jean chose the sword. Blood dripped from the finger that touched the blade.

All the brothers, with their mouths wide open, were fixing their eyes to the sword of Qin's choice.

They thought Jean had accidentally pulled the sword, but it crawled like a year old to pick it out. It was difficult to control a year-old's young body, even if he had a memory.

It's so hard to crawl to pick it up. I happened to pick this in my previous life....'

It's a barissada.

The name of the sword chosen by Qin. The symbol of Looncandel.

The sword was for generations only the housekeepers of Looncandel, and only those who were recognized by all the members of the family.

The choice of barissada in "choice" was also cited in the long history of the family.

And all those who chose barissada became householders in the future. Except Jean Luncandel of the previous life.

"Jin picked the sword of the first family."

The theory spoke in a solemn voice.

Some cheered, some struggled to conceal their complex feelings.

Looncandel's superstition was like that.

"I will end my consciousness. Move the gin to Stormy Castle."