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
Asher turned and beheld a beautiful woman who looked like a goddess as she floated midair.
Her transparent dragonfly wings fluttered gently, causing an array of multiple colors when the sunlight shone on them.
Her silky black hair fell like a black stream down to her waist. It was as black as night and seemed to absorb the sunlight, contradicting her resplendent wings.
Her porcelain pale skin was so enticing that it took willpower to reject the urge to reverence such a flawless creature.
Breathtaking!
This was the word Asher would use to describe this epitome of beauty. Floating there, it seemed as if she was naturally part of the forest. Her pure white gown flowed down to her ankles, exposing her bare feet.
Worn over her white gown was a steel breastplate, and vambraces adorned her forearms.
A drawn longsword reflecting the sunlight was aimed toward Asher.