"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, struggling to be contained by the strength of a wise ruler. He allowed his sturdy elbows to support the weight of his burdened head, filled with deliberation and anguish. His gaze returned to the crumpled letter in his grasp, a tale unfolded upon its weathered pages:
"O, King and Beloved Father, forgive this servant for his negligence. Aware of the impending consequences, I have chosen to retreat to the lands of the Adresh Empire. Do not seek me."
"A disobedient child. A reflection of injustice. Content to remain idle in towering indolence. Does he not understand the weight of his titles? His punishment merely serves to open his eyes and broaden his world. Stubbornly refusing education and wisdom. Yet why, now, does he direct his steps there? What does he seek? Only to perplex his parents," uttered the king in the depths of his profound contemplation.
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Rainard De Helton, the second ray from the Helton Kingdom, left insignificant traces. At a mere age of 15, he chose to go by the name Art, defying the march of time as he carved out the tales of his life. In the past, he suffered wounds when his father cast him out from the embrace of the kingdom. Anger and vengeance brewed within the chambers of his heart, creeping through the veins of Helton Kingdom. Rainard took strides to join the ranks of rebel forests, until he fell, embraced by the sweat of an Adesh Empire knight, wrapped in the arms of a princess.
Night fell, encircling the sky with flashes of lightning, as Rainard awoke amidst the ruins of the past, at dawn, the day before his father imposed the punishment of exile. Initially, lost in reverie, but the tangible shackles crawled as the rough embrace of affection gripped, groping. At that moment, his heart tore cautiously yet defiantly, as if destiny itself groaned. Though the scars still seared, he refused to tread the path of rebel forests again, wary of the perilous consequences. Instead, he found himself bound to the skies of the Alcatraz Kingdom, meeting a merchant, the Reese. In his embrace, flowed lessons of markets and trading forests, along with untouched key tactics.
Fifteen years passed, Rainard scattered dots of blessings in the past. Despite being haunted by the clawed weapons between the Adesh Empire and barbarian hordes, he fell to the dagger of the same female soldier on the backstage floor of the arena. Drifting off once more, he merely embraced his father's wishes and let the palace ceilings slide. Despite rubbing shoulders with trade in the Alcatraz Kingdom, he realized how his life was dwindling. With his final breath, he chose to step into the embrace of the Brundhill Kingdom, warmly welcomed and beckoned to become a fisherman.
Rainard resided in a hidden civilization, far from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, relishing in the tranquility within the embrace of his lover. However, as he reached the age of 31 and his wedding plans began to unravel, dark fate suddenly descended upon him. The ship carrying him foundered in the abyssal ocean, grazed by a sea giant crossing the borders from the Alcantraz Empire to unknown lands. Rainard's deepest scorn was directed at the presence of the princess on that ship, as if she bore a curse. His thoughts narrated in unexpected ripples of anger. For him, the age of 31 felt as if it had died thrice over by the same decree. Ironically, such shadows enveloped him as he woke up, returning to the day before the disaster struck. However, his fourth life wasn't much different; kidnapped by a band of criminals on his journey, rescued by a barbarian tribe, only to end up with them by the hand of the princess.
And so continued Rainard's fate in his fifth life. As an adventurer at the pinnacle of his achievements, his 31 years intersected with the presence of imperial forces advancing towards the Kingdom of Fredonia. Accused as a disruptor, fate led him to perish by the hand of the princess, although he managed to cripple some of their forces. A similar tale repeated in his sixth life. Changing his identity, becoming a knight in the Kingdom of Rellios, yet irony unfolded when the princess attacked that realm's land. As a knight, his fate was written; to perish at the age of 31 by the hand of the princess.
His impatience towards the princess fueled his seventh life, where Rainard decided to journey to the Alcantraz Empire, leading a simple life as a cook's assistant. There, he learned the arts of magic and alchemy from a wise figure named Mirea. The noble mentor taught him the art of concocting potions, crafting elixirs, and formulating antidotes to confront various diseases. Not only that, Rainard was also directed towards the knowledge of dimensional magic, enabling him to store items in another universe, as well as everyday life magic. He delved into the healing magic that reached sacred dimensions, as well as magic capable of breaking curses and banishing malevolent spirits lurking in the darkness of the past. In matters of battle, he mastered magic to fortify his body and control the element of fire with astounding skill.
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
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