With the reverberation of voices creeping along the room, Rainard Von Olaf swallowed nervously, his confusion simmering.
"Thus, sishou," he whispered, trembling, his voice akin to a feeble gust of wind.
Mirea, the mentor, nodded slowly, rays of wisdom flowing from her deep eyes. "Correct, for that was the assumption I made. Initially, I thought Prince Lexius Gran Orthus was the reincarnation of Kazuya-kun, but it turns out his level reaches 99, with eyes ablaze in red due to his royal lineage. You, whom I've just met, are similar to us, possessing a level of 0," Mirea explained firmly.
"So, what should I do now?" Rainard asked, seeking guidance amidst his mentor's wise words.
Mirea narrowed her eyes, contemplating the right response. "Well, to me, whether you're the reincarnation of Kazuya-kun or not is not important. I simply ask that you continue attending the academy as usual. You're only 15 years old, and if the world is in danger, I hope you will fac
"In a trembling irony," added a student with the deepest sigh."Rainard, truly lacks skill, even at the lowest level, still stiff at zero. While we, who struggle at level one, feel anxiety creeping in. Indeed, this is solid evidence that he is neglected at the bottom threshold of our ranks," uttered harshly, like venom piercing a wound, filling Rainard Von Olaf's ears, who could only muster a bitter smile in response."With that, the glittering accolades I once thought I possessed, vanished instantly, I am discarded as useless trash," Rainard whispered in profound sadness."No need to delve too deep, Rainard-kun. Let it be. Even I heard. Let's sit together," Cathrina's gentle voice invited."Ah, could she possibly read the turmoil of my mind?" Rainard asked with bewilderment.He turned to the table across, but the graceful faces of the girls his age sparkled with beauty, forcing his gaze back to reality. The tears that were hidden a moment ago now
"Call Rainard, be present here!" demanded the king with a thunderous voice, shattering the silence in the grand chamber of the palace.A servant trembled as he stepped into the throne room, his footsteps light like autumn leaves swept by the breeze. With utmost reverence, he approached the throne where the king sat in his unparalleled grandeur. Without hesitation, the letter, brimming with secrets, was handed to the ruler, whose eyes seemed to outshine both the sun and the moon as he perused its contents. Yet suddenly, the royal cheeks flushed red like the sunset, and the letter bore witness to the king's turmoil in silence."Bring him forth before me, this instant!" bellowed the king, his words shattering the tranquility that once filled the palace."Very well, Your Majesty," the servant replied, his voice trembling with uncertainty.Hastily, his steps carried the king's message to the farthest reaches of the land. Meanwhile, within the king's heart, a tempest of emotions raged, stru
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 sh
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