At the age of 31, Rainard De Helton was haunted by an unforgettable tragedy that painted his life with shades of darkness. The devastation brought forth by the Princess of the Realm had shaken the very foundations of his existence, claiming the life of an innocent employee who dined at the restaurant where Rainard struggled to make ends meet. Ironically, the punishment for a crime he did not commit unfolded in the shadow of the princess, a swift death sentence that arrived without room for repentance or forgiveness.
With each heartbeat thereafter, the wounds continued to sear with hatred, casting shadows of darkness that obscured the light of his future. Seeking solace in a remote village, filled with the scent of the sea and the soothing touch of the wind, became his final attempt to heal those wounds. Yet, fate often twists in unforeseen ways.
Just as he began to find peace in his new life, the presence of forces claiming allegiance to the princess crept into his existence like a shifting wind. And when the truth was unveiled, the veil of hatred once again enveloped his heart. Friends he called family were once again taken by the blade of the princess's power, ending their lives and shrouding Rainard's heart in unimaginable pain.
However, in every twist of fate, there are seeds of hope that grow. In his ninth life, the second chance bestowed upon him led him down a new path. He chose to confront the palace he once abandoned, with a firm resolve to find meaning behind all the tragedies that had befallen him. Despite his father's opposition, Rainard chose the path of goodness, dedicating himself to selfless service, repairing what had cracked within the kingdom he had once left behind.
In his newfound quest, he discovered that his exile was a form of shaping designed to awaken a true leader. He shed the meaningless title of prince to replace it with a title filled with meaning and responsibility. And amidst all the suffering he endured, he found the strength to move forward, bringing a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of the past.
Yet, even in his progress, the ultimate truth remained partially veiled. As his age approached the inevitable threshold of 31, destiny called upon him once more. The princess came with a tempting offer, but one fraught with incalculable risks. Yet, when the offer was declined for the greater good of the kingdom, the princess's vengeance erupted, igniting the flames of rebellion long extinguished.
Rainard, the condemned prince, found himself at the mercy of an unjust trial. Yet, even on the brink of death, his heart remained open to mercy. As the guillotine prepared to claim his life, his eyes met the princess's with unspoken understanding. Even in his final moments, his resolve remained steadfast to offer a second chance, not just for himself, but for the princess who had once been his source of suffering.
And as the blade fell, marking the end of Rainard's ninth life, there was a flicker of hope amidst the darkness enveloping his subconscious. Hope for rebirth, not only to alter his own fate but to bring the light of second chances to those who had once been his enemies.
With firm resolve, Rainard De Helton strides confidently towards the destiny he has chosen. There is no doubt in his heart as he plans and prepares everything necessary for his inevitable journey. Once everything is arranged with breathtaking beauty, he takes up a fine quill and lets the words spring forth from the darkness of his mind to form a letter that will bridge the gap between his past and his future. The letter, a piece of art filled with hidden meanings, is addressed to his steadfast father.
In the letter, he not only informs of his departure from the palace towards the Alcantraz Empire, but also of the inner journey that will lead him into the hidden corridors of life. Yet, wisely, he refrains from revealing the true purpose accompanying his departure: to infiltrate the Alcantraz Academy. For him, truth is a sharp knife, and he knows well that sometimes, to protect oneself, one must cloak the truth with delicate layers of lies.
For Rainard, it would be in vain if his solid prince persona from Helton were to be unveiled before the eyes of the world. Therefore, he realizes that he needs a new identity to shroud himself like a thin morning mist, unseen yet profoundly meaningful. He is no longer a prince, but a mysterious nobleman, which will allow him to enter the Alcantraz Academy without arousing suspicion. Without a hint of doubt, he decides to escape from the magnificent palace, which feels like a prison to his rebellious soul.
And at the dawn of a new day, as the first rays of sunlight gently sweep across the sky, Rainard finds himself aboard a ship gracefully sailing the vast ocean towards the challenging Alcantraz Empire. With a heart full of hope, he directs his thoughts towards the future that lies ahead, a future filled with secrets and potential awaiting at his new destination. A journey that will not only shape him but also reveal everything hidden within him.
The ship's bells reverberated through the silence, rousing Rainard De Helton from his poetic reverie on the deck. The port city loomed majestically on the horizon, captivating with its ancient yet timeless charm. Though a smile graced his lips, his eyes betrayed a firm determination, a resolution firmly set: he would be the supporter of the princess.
"Now, the time has come to meet Count Olaf," Rainard De Helton whispered in the quiet of his mind, amidst the cheers of the sea.
In the twilight of his life's journey, Count Olaf ruled the eastern territories of the empire, including the village where Rainard De Helton resided. In the eyes of his people, Count Olaf was esteemed as a just and benevolent ruler, with a steadfast commitment to the progress of his land. Recognized as a guardian of education, he had opened doors of opportunity for talented young souls by establishing learning institutions in the capital, where his name adorned the buildings. And that was why Rainard De Helton felt it necessary to meet him before continuing his journey to the capital.
Without further delay, as soon as the ship docked, Rainard De Helton boarded the carriage commonly used to transport produce from the village for sale. As it rolled along, his smile persisted. He savored every moment in the countryside and the city, soaking in the warmth of the locals' welcome, though he was but a newcomer. As the carriage passed through villages under Count Olaf's governance, Rainard De Helton felt a strengthening vibration of optimism within him.
Soft rain gently moistened the train window, creating irregular ripples on the glass surface. Inside, Rainard De Helton sat calmly, seemingly unaffected by the surroundings. The train moved smoothly, navigating through winding roads, heading towards a secluded village hidden behind towering trees.In front of him sat a large, intimidating man with a peculiar charm. His gaze pierced through space and time, as if reading every thought crossing Rainard's mind."For what reason do you wish to visit that remote village?" the man's voice cut sharply, full of suspicion.Rainard, with inherent wisdom, replied unhurriedly, "Simply for a visit, I have an appointment with someone there.""Hmm, visiting that area? Intriguing. But be cautious, it's filled with threats. Bandits often lurk around caravans like ours," the man responded, raising an eyebrow skeptically.As Rainard listened to Gerard's words, he recognized the man. Gerard Broman, a name familiar to him, a rebel leader who would become a
In the celestial civilization that danced amidst the shimmering stars, as dusk faded and night descended, Rainard De Helton and Gerard traversed the winding path towards the magnificent abode of Count Olaf. Like two warriors exploring a newly unfolded world, they were adorned with an aura of courage and curiosity.As the mansion door swung open, the two guests were greeted by an elegant commander named Helena. Her steps were gentle like the breeze sweeping through the hills, welcoming their arrival with warm hospitality. Their workspace was a room where fate intersected with bravery, under the imposing figure of Count Olaf, a man known for his wooden leg, a symbol of his life's journey filled with heroism and sacrifice.With astonishing grace, Helena delivered the latest report to Count Olaf, akin to a poet composing beautiful verses about a hero's journey.Count Olaf, standing tall before them, approached Rainard with steady strides."Thank you for your service, Rainard De Helton. Th
In a quiet room, Rainard De Helton stood tall, his movements agile as he inserted bottles into the mysterious dimensional box. Beside him, Elzabhel watched with graceful eyes, implying a deep sense of gratitude."Where does the brave hero who saved me hail from?" Elzabhel whispered softly."With pleasure, I introduce myself as Rainard, my lady," Rainard replied politely."A noble name indeed, I am Elzabhel Von Olaf. Thank you, Rainard De Helton," Elzabhel responded, her hair swaying gently as she bowed her head softly."All I do is my duty, Elzabhel-sama," Rainard answered sincerely, his left hand waving in the air as a sign of deep respect.However, Helena's presence disrupted the harmony of the moment. With quick steps, she approached Rainard, grasping his clothes roughly, forcing his face to turn towards her. Gerard was ready to draw his sword, but Rainard simply raised his hand calmly, halting his movement."What are you doing? How could Elzabhel-sama recover? Are you using dark m
Elzabhel enveloped Rainard De Holton with tenderness, radiating boundless affection, while the knight still wore a slightly rumpled cloak. Beneath the twilight's embrace, Rainard prepared for his routine journey, filling his pockets with alchemical concoctions needed for practice and selecting the weapon that would become his steadfast companion on the battlefield. His steps strode confidently along the tranquil village road, allowing his memories to frolic in the garden of beautiful recollections before returning to their grand residence for rest.After freshening up and donning tidy attire, Rainard sat at the dining table with Count Olaf and Elzabhel, joined by Helena and Gerard, forming a warm and communal family bond among them. Count Olaf, far from the rigid noble image, embraced the people's spirit, creating a close-knit and affectionate relationship.The following day, under the bright sunlight, Rainard prepared for a journey with Helena, accompanied by Gerard, as they walked a
Finally, with all the tales they had penned together, as the thirtieth day dawned.Rainard Von Olaf loosened his grip on the iron handle tightly bound to the colossal rock, towering nearly as tall as a man and weighing close to a ton. Its pulse reverberated around, creating a thunderous boom as the metal made contact with the ground. His eyes fixed on the object he had strived for since day one, his steps steady as he approached, gazing upon the massive sword with unwavering devotion before swiftly pulling it out from the stone with a nimble motion. His lift was gallant, positioning the sword in front of his face before skillfully mounting his steed.A resounding roar almost echoed alongside him, "Swooosh."The sword glided in a graceful strike, its wave cleaving through the air with enough force to shatter a towering tree outside the shack's vicinity. Rainard stared back at his weapon with pride.“Hahaha, who would have thought I needed 295 potions to conquer the weight of this sword
At the very same juncture, within the opulent confines of Alcantraz Imperial Palace, a princess of ethereal beauty, with silver tresses cascading and eyes of ruby concealed behind a pair of spectacles, sat gracefully upon the edge of her bed, lost in reverie. With a graceful stride, she approached the window, gazing out upon the enchanting palace gardens before her, arms crossed over her chest as her eyes drifted to the azure sky, stretching infinitely into the distance."Hoping she'll enroll in the academy next month," she murmured inwardly, attempting to muster a smile.With gentle steps, a serving maid entered the chamber, closing the door softly behind her before approaching the princess standing by the window."Cathrina, it's time to prepare for your departure to the academy city," the maid spoke softly.Cathrina turned to regard the maid with respect. She glided past the servant gracefully and resumed her seat on the edge of her bed."Very well, please make the necessary arrange
In the midst of silence, a faded hand lay nearby. Rainard Von Olaf's heart pounded a tumultuous rhythm as he faced the clear liquid dripping down his forehead, while his gaze cut through space toward the shapeless hand reaching out."Are you alright?" the girl's voice, like a night melody dancing in the background.Slowly, Rainard hesitated, reluctant to respond to the girl's gentle touch. Instead, he withdrew, sitting hesitantly, for the girl behind him was the figure he wanted to avoid, the one who had taken his life multiple times in the span of past lives. The memory of her silver hair flowing long and her gaze emanating silence at the threshold of eternity remained etched in his mind. The girl was Cathrina Ignisia Alcantraz, the prima donna of the Alcantraz Empire."S... sorry..." Rainard whispered, pale and drifting.As Rainard slid backward, Cathrina gracefully stepped forward, extending her hand with boundless kindness."Why are you hesitating? But, if you're okay, then it's a
Rainard Von Olaf strode into the room with confident steps, as if dancing to the rhythm of a meaningful life. He stood beside Cathrina, side by side with the beauty reflected in the crystal ball before them. His gaze roamed over Cathrina's face, piercing the depths of her soul before he humbled himself with captivating tenderness. His voice, gentle as a breeze, slipped from his lips with finesse as he spoke,"Allow me, oh Cathrina, never did I imagine standing before a princess of the empire."Cathrina smiled in return, radiating warmth from the corner of her heart, "No burden at all, Rainard. Rise, in the light of our shared goodness."Rainard straightened up, gazing in awe at the crystal ball emitting magical charm before them. Alcantraz's firm steps approached, marking the beginning of the trial that would determine the fate of the two students."Now, let the first step measure their skills. One boy, one girl. Every student, new or old, must prove their worth. It is our duty to pro