Chapter 2: Transworld reincarnation
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Walk through a city that's completely dark. The city is still bright, but the light will gradually be lost from now on.
The cracked asphalt smells like burnt, and I walk up.
Originally from the country. Born and raised in a region with sea, mountains and rivers, he lived alone near the heart of a city designated by a decree for the first time in university.
I enjoyed living in the city with a medium license but a motorcycle license.
College jobs also had hometown jobs, but somehow chose to stay in the city.
But by the time it had been years, I had lost track of my hometown sexually. I was appreciated for seriousness in my work, and more work was entrusted to me, but I spent more time in that branch.
Wake up, go to work, and when you work till night, go home and sleep. That's every day. I was also losing weight if I noticed.
The most fun thing about urban life is biking through the city at night. But I'm tired and I don't have time for that.
One day it lasted, I decided to go home at ten o'clock at night, put my stuff away, and ride a motorcycle. It's been a long time, but I was maintaining the bike so I could ride it right away.
Flush lightly before riding at high speeds and driving on routes with night views. When you get down, move to the sea-facing restaurant town for a night view of the ocean at night and a cup of coffee.
It is a famous tourist destination there and the lighted buildings and boats are lively and fun. Glass workshops are closed hours, but restaurants with terrace seating are mostly open.
So I took a break and relaxed, and if I realized it was already closing time.
I hardly remember the way back from there.
Only the moment I was driving over a long bridge made to pass over the sea, I could remember to look at a single picture.
If I'd known, I'd be lying in bed.
I should have been on a motorcycle earlier, but I wondered if I'd been back at home sometime. The ceiling was high and the fuzzy bed was not the size I thought it would be for children.
Definitely. This is the corner room upstairs in the castle of the Marquis Fertio family. In other words, it's my room. Wooden columns lining equally spaced from familiar stone walls. And demonic crystal lights.
The sky was still dark and the starry sky was so beautiful that I had never seen it. I accidentally wake up my torso and look at the large window for about two tatami slices.
I wonder why. It's a weird feeling.
Outside the window you can see the lush gardens you always see and the walls of the stone walls. Behind it lies the streets on the south side. At the center, the boulevard stretched straight, with high walls and castle gates over there.
Standing on the bed, with his hands by the window, he stretched his back and looked out, a voice rang from behind him.
"Ah, Master Van! You're in danger!
When I heard a slightly distracted voice and turned around, there was a dripping eyed girl with long brown hair tied. He has a white apron with frills on a made-up garment based on black.
This is Till, one of my exclusive maids.
Even though he's a distracted voice, I can tell by seeing Till in quite a hurry. I guess he's desperately trying to stop me personally.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Oh, good morning, Till."
That's what I said and apologized, and when I sat in bed, Till put his legs together and solidified on the spot.
"Oh, yeah, no! Thanks for listening! And, by the way, Master Van? Now what are you doing there..."
I tilt my neck and point the window at Till, who asks terribly.
"I was just watching the view through the window."
Answering that, Till blinked open his eyes and was stunned.
"Master Van, where did you learn such a difficult word? I'm only two years old..."
Two years old? I'm almost thirty, and what did Till...?
Thirty?
No, how did I get here? Sure, I feel like I haven't had time for that since I went to college and worked out.
So, quit your job?
No, not that either. In the first place, is this Japan? I've never left Kojo yet, but I've never been in a Japanese race. No, he's not even that big and a lot of luxurious people, but he's just someone with a clear face.
A castle full of half-man? No, is there a castle in Japan made of such stone in the first place? Obviously different from the church, and what an occasional soldier walking down the corridor possesses armor and sword.
There are also serious violations of the gun knife laws.
"... Oh, you know, Master Van?
Because I was thinking about it, Till is calling his name to see how things are going.
Hmm? Yes, so is his name.
"... my name is Van Nay Fertio, right?
"Well, Master Van. Can you even say your family name now? Excellent. Master Van is still smart and..."
And Till praised me with joy, but I'm not quite there.
"... my father is Jarpa, Marquis Fertio... my brother is Murcia and Yardo, Sesto... Was it?
Till leans her neck and asks so, Till opens her eyes again and is surprised.
"Oh, yeah. Marquis Jalpa Bull Atti Fertio, revealed in the Lord. Your brothers are Murcia Erago Fertio, Yardo Guy Fertio and Sesto Ele Fertio. Do you even know the names of Mr. Yard and Mr. Sesto, who haven't met much?
Keep the stuttering Till, I roared arm in arm.
"What is this, Doc?
When she asked, Till blinked her eyes.
They take me to the dining room when it's a meal, and my father and two brothers, Yard and Sesto, sit in a dining room as big as a fool. It's a big, rectangular table, and it won't be a conversation unless you speak a little louder.
Near each person's seat is one maid at a time to help with the meal. The caterer was apart, and on my father's side stood the butler Espada quietly.
There are three maids around me. [M] Are you saying that Sesto, who is ten years old Yard and eight years old, can eat quietly with the help of one maid already? I do sowa sowa, but I eat alot if my father is under silent pressure.
I'm two years old. Soft-boiled meat and potato soup utensils are further finely chopped by the maid's hand. I need you to let the soup cool with your breath so it doesn't burn.
Um, good luck with that.
And, joking aside, I wish I had been reborn into this world, apparently with the memories I had spent in Japan intact.
I still don't understand it, and I don't have a sense of reality, but this carrot-like vegetable tastes firm. Delicious.
"Well, Master Van. You eat vegetables well, too."
"Awesome. You can eat calmly, and it hardly zeroes."
Till and the two young maids tell me they are awesome and feed me. Is this a cabbage? And am I a cabbage customer? [M]
I'll give you up to 30,000.
And Yard and Sesto looked envious at how that was going.
"... Yard. What are we gonna learn today?
Unexpectedly, my father asked Yard. Whether it's a noble gesture or among children, children basically do nothing in the morning. Learn age-appropriate education and swordsmanship from noon onwards.
And I only eat once or so before noon and once or twice the night the sun goes down. My oldest son, Murcia, is already fourteen years old and is busy treating him like half an adult and also having field training in the field.
For now, we all look the same under ten, but ask what my father would do at lunch and how the day would have been at night. That seems to be the routine.
Suddenly told the story, Yard turns around in a panic and opens his mouth.
"Yes. Today we will learn about the magic of fire and its formation in battle."
"Right. What does Sesto do?
My father nodded and spoke to Sesto. Sesto has just recently been appraised of his flaming magic aptitude and answers that he will happily study magic somewhere.
Then my father asked me the same question at the end, even though I don't usually ask.
"... Van. What are you doing today?
I open my mouth to that question without thinking about it. [M]
"It's all I don't get, so I think I'll learn about this country first"
The moment I answered that, my two brothers, including my father, each maid, and even Espada, the butler, were suddenly consolidated.
In the cafeteria surrounded by silence, a word Till muttered sounded strangely well.
"Ya, I knew... Master Van is a genius..."
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Walk through a city that's completely dark. The city is still bright, but the light will gradually be lost from now on.
The cracked asphalt smells like burnt, and I walk up.
Originally from the country. Born and raised in a region with sea, mountains and rivers, he lived alone near the heart of a city designated by a decree for the first time in university.
I enjoyed living in the city with a medium license but a motorcycle license.
College jobs also had hometown jobs, but somehow chose to stay in the city.
But by the time it had been years, I had lost track of my hometown sexually. I was appreciated for seriousness in my work, and more work was entrusted to me, but I spent more time in that branch.
Wake up, go to work, and when you work till night, go home and sleep. That's every day. I was also losing weight if I noticed.
The most fun thing about urban life is biking through the city at night. But I'm tired and I don't have time for that.
One day it lasted, I decided to go home at ten o'clock at night, put my stuff away, and ride a motorcycle. It's been a long time, but I was maintaining the bike so I could ride it right away.
Flush lightly before riding at high speeds and driving on routes with night views. When you get down, move to the sea-facing restaurant town for a night view of the ocean at night and a cup of coffee.
It is a famous tourist destination there and the lighted buildings and boats are lively and fun. Glass workshops are closed hours, but restaurants with terrace seating are mostly open.
So I took a break and relaxed, and if I realized it was already closing time.
I hardly remember the way back from there.
Only the moment I was driving over a long bridge made to pass over the sea, I could remember to look at a single picture.
If I'd known, I'd be lying in bed.
I should have been on a motorcycle earlier, but I wondered if I'd been back at home sometime. The ceiling was high and the fuzzy bed was not the size I thought it would be for children.
Definitely. This is the corner room upstairs in the castle of the Marquis Fertio family. In other words, it's my room. Wooden columns lining equally spaced from familiar stone walls. And demonic crystal lights.
The sky was still dark and the starry sky was so beautiful that I had never seen it. I accidentally wake up my torso and look at the large window for about two tatami slices.
I wonder why. It's a weird feeling.
Outside the window you can see the lush gardens you always see and the walls of the stone walls. Behind it lies the streets on the south side. At the center, the boulevard stretched straight, with high walls and castle gates over there.
Standing on the bed, with his hands by the window, he stretched his back and looked out, a voice rang from behind him.
"Ah, Master Van! You're in danger!
When I heard a slightly distracted voice and turned around, there was a dripping eyed girl with long brown hair tied. He has a white apron with frills on a made-up garment based on black.
This is Till, one of my exclusive maids.
Even though he's a distracted voice, I can tell by seeing Till in quite a hurry. I guess he's desperately trying to stop me personally.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Oh, good morning, Till."
That's what I said and apologized, and when I sat in bed, Till put his legs together and solidified on the spot.
"Oh, yeah, no! Thanks for listening! And, by the way, Master Van? Now what are you doing there..."
I tilt my neck and point the window at Till, who asks terribly.
"I was just watching the view through the window."
Answering that, Till blinked open his eyes and was stunned.
"Master Van, where did you learn such a difficult word? I'm only two years old..."
Two years old? I'm almost thirty, and what did Till...?
Thirty?
No, how did I get here? Sure, I feel like I haven't had time for that since I went to college and worked out.
So, quit your job?
No, not that either. In the first place, is this Japan? I've never left Kojo yet, but I've never been in a Japanese race. No, he's not even that big and a lot of luxurious people, but he's just someone with a clear face.
A castle full of half-man? No, is there a castle in Japan made of such stone in the first place? Obviously different from the church, and what an occasional soldier walking down the corridor possesses armor and sword.
There are also serious violations of the gun knife laws.
"... Oh, you know, Master Van?
Because I was thinking about it, Till is calling his name to see how things are going.
Hmm? Yes, so is his name.
"... my name is Van Nay Fertio, right?
"Well, Master Van. Can you even say your family name now? Excellent. Master Van is still smart and..."
And Till praised me with joy, but I'm not quite there.
"... my father is Jarpa, Marquis Fertio... my brother is Murcia and Yardo, Sesto... Was it?
Till leans her neck and asks so, Till opens her eyes again and is surprised.
"Oh, yeah. Marquis Jalpa Bull Atti Fertio, revealed in the Lord. Your brothers are Murcia Erago Fertio, Yardo Guy Fertio and Sesto Ele Fertio. Do you even know the names of Mr. Yard and Mr. Sesto, who haven't met much?
Keep the stuttering Till, I roared arm in arm.
"What is this, Doc?
When she asked, Till blinked her eyes.
They take me to the dining room when it's a meal, and my father and two brothers, Yard and Sesto, sit in a dining room as big as a fool. It's a big, rectangular table, and it won't be a conversation unless you speak a little louder.
Near each person's seat is one maid at a time to help with the meal. The caterer was apart, and on my father's side stood the butler Espada quietly.
There are three maids around me. [M] Are you saying that Sesto, who is ten years old Yard and eight years old, can eat quietly with the help of one maid already? I do sowa sowa, but I eat alot if my father is under silent pressure.
I'm two years old. Soft-boiled meat and potato soup utensils are further finely chopped by the maid's hand. I need you to let the soup cool with your breath so it doesn't burn.
Um, good luck with that.
And, joking aside, I wish I had been reborn into this world, apparently with the memories I had spent in Japan intact.
I still don't understand it, and I don't have a sense of reality, but this carrot-like vegetable tastes firm. Delicious.
"Well, Master Van. You eat vegetables well, too."
"Awesome. You can eat calmly, and it hardly zeroes."
Till and the two young maids tell me they are awesome and feed me. Is this a cabbage? And am I a cabbage customer? [M]
I'll give you up to 30,000.
And Yard and Sesto looked envious at how that was going.
"... Yard. What are we gonna learn today?
Unexpectedly, my father asked Yard. Whether it's a noble gesture or among children, children basically do nothing in the morning. Learn age-appropriate education and swordsmanship from noon onwards.
And I only eat once or so before noon and once or twice the night the sun goes down. My oldest son, Murcia, is already fourteen years old and is busy treating him like half an adult and also having field training in the field.
For now, we all look the same under ten, but ask what my father would do at lunch and how the day would have been at night. That seems to be the routine.
Suddenly told the story, Yard turns around in a panic and opens his mouth.
"Yes. Today we will learn about the magic of fire and its formation in battle."
"Right. What does Sesto do?
My father nodded and spoke to Sesto. Sesto has just recently been appraised of his flaming magic aptitude and answers that he will happily study magic somewhere.
Then my father asked me the same question at the end, even though I don't usually ask.
"... Van. What are you doing today?
I open my mouth to that question without thinking about it. [M]
"It's all I don't get, so I think I'll learn about this country first"
The moment I answered that, my two brothers, including my father, each maid, and even Espada, the butler, were suddenly consolidated.
In the cafeteria surrounded by silence, a word Till muttered sounded strangely well.
"Ya, I knew... Master Van is a genius..."
Walk through a city that's completely dark. The city is still bright, but the light will gradually be lost from now on.The cracked asphalt smells like burnt, and I walk up.Originally from the country. Born and raised in a region with sea, mountains and rivers, he lived alone near the heart of a city designated by a decree for the first time in university.I enjoyed living in the city with a medium license but a motorcycle license.College jobs also had hometown jobs, but somehow chose to stay in the city.But by the time it had been years, I had lost track of my hometown sexually. I was appreciated for seriousness in my work, and more work was entrusted to me, but I spent more time in that branch.Wake up, go to work, and when you work till night, go home and sleep. That's every day. I was also losing weight if I noticed.The most fun thing about urban life is biking through the city at night. But I'm tired and I don't have time for that.One day it lasted, I decided to go home at ten o'clock at night, put my stuff away, and ride a motorcycle. It's been a long time, but I was maintaining the bike so I could ride it right away.Flush lightly before riding at high speeds and driving on routes with night views. When you get down, move to the sea-facing restaurant town for a night view of the ocean at night and a cup of coffee.It is a famous tourist destination there and the lighted buildings and boats are lively and fun. Glass workshops are closed hours, but restaurants with terrace seating are mostly open.So I took a break and relaxed, and if I realized it was already closing time.I hardly remember the way back from there.Only the moment I was driving over a long bridge made to pass over the sea, I could remember to look at a single picture.If I'd known, I'd be lying in bed.I should have been on a motorcycle earlier, but I wondered if I'd been back at home sometime. The ceiling was high and the fuzzy bed was not the size I thought it would be for children.Definitely. This is the corner room upstairs in the castle of the Marquis Fertio family. In other words, it's my room. Wooden columns lining equally spaced from familiar stone walls. And demonic crystal lights.The sky was still dark and the starry sky was so beautiful that I had never seen it. I accidentally wake up my torso and look at the large window for about two tatami slices.I wonder why. It's a weird feeling.Outside the window you can see the lush gardens you always see and the walls of the stone walls. Behind it lies the streets on the south side. At the center, the boulevard stretched straight, with high walls and castle gates over there.Standing on the bed, with his hands by the window, he stretched his back and looked out, a voice rang from behind him."Ah, Master Van! You're in danger! When I heard a slightly distracted voice and turned around, there was a dripping eyed girl with long brown hair tied. He has a white apron with frills on a made-up garment based on black.This is Till, one of my exclusive maids.Even though he's a distracted voice, I can tell by seeing Till in quite a hurry. I guess he's desperately trying to stop me personally."Yeah, I'm sorry. Oh, good morning, Till."That's what I said and apologized, and when I sat in bed, Till put his legs together and solidified on the spot."Oh, yeah, no! Thanks for listening! And, by the way, Master Van? Now what are you doing there..."I tilt my neck and point the window at Till, who asks terribly."I was just watching the view through the window."Answering that, Till blinked open his eyes and was stunned."Master Van, where did you learn such a difficult word? I'm only two years old..."Two years old? I'm almost thirty, and what did Till...?Thirty?No, how did I get here? Sure, I feel like I haven't had time for that since I went to college and worked out.So, quit your job?No, not that either. In the first place, is this Japan? I've never left Kojo yet, but I've never been in a Japanese race. No, he's not even that big and a lot of luxurious people, but he's just someone with a clear face.A castle full of half-man? No, is there a castle in Japan made of such stone in the first place? Obviously different from the church, and what an occasional soldier walking down the corridor possesses armor and sword.There are also serious violations of the gun knife laws."... Oh, you know, Master Van? Because I was thinking about it, Till is calling his name to see how things are going.Hmm? Yes, so is his name."... my name is Van Nay Fertio, right? "Well, Master Van. Can you even say your family name now? Excellent. Master Van is still smart and..."And Till praised me with joy, but I'm not quite there."... my father is Jarpa, Marquis Fertio... my brother is Murcia and Yardo, Sesto... Was it? Till leans her neck and asks so, Till opens her eyes again and is surprised."Oh, yeah. Marquis Jalpa Bull Atti Fertio, revealed in the Lord. Your brothers are Murcia Erago Fertio, Yardo Guy Fertio and Sesto Ele Fertio. Do you even know the names of Mr. Yard and Mr. Sesto, who haven't met much? Keep the stuttering Till, I roared arm in arm."What is this, Doc? When she asked, Till blinked her eyes.They take me to the dining room when it's a meal, and my father and two brothers, Yard and Sesto, sit in a dining room as big as a fool. It's a big, rectangular table, and it won't be a conversation unless you speak a little louder.Near each person's seat is one maid at a time to help with the meal. The caterer was apart, and on my father's side stood the butler Espada quietly.There are three maids around me. M Are you saying that Sesto, who is ten years old Yard and eight years old, can eat quietly with the help of one maid already? I do sowa sowa, but I eat alot if my father is under silent pressure.I'm two years old. Soft-boiled meat and potato soup utensils are further finely chopped by the maid's hand. I need you to let the soup cool with your breath so it doesn't burn.Um, good luck with that.And, joking aside, I wish I had been reborn into this world, apparently with the memories I had spent in Japan intact.I still don't understand it, and I don't have a sense of reality, but this carrot-like vegetable tastes firm. Delicious."Well, Master Van. You eat vegetables well, too.""Awesome. You can eat calmly, and it hardly zeroes."Till and the two young maids tell me they are awesome and feed me. Is this a cabbage? And am I a cabbage customer? MI'll give you up to 30,000.And Yard and Sesto looked envious at how that was going."... Yard. What are we gonna learn today? Unexpectedly, my father asked Yard. Whether it's a noble gesture or among children, children basically do nothing in the morning. Learn age-appropriate education and swordsmanship from noon onwards.And I only eat once or so before noon and once or twice the night the sun goes down. My oldest son, Murcia, is already fourteen years old and is busy treating him like half an adult and also having field training in the field.For now, we all look the same under ten, but ask what my father would do at lunch and how the day would have been at night. That seems to be the routine.Suddenly told the story, Yard turns around in a panic and opens his mouth."Yes. Today we will learn about the magic of fire and its formation in battle.""Right. What does Sesto do? My father nodded and spoke to Sesto. Sesto has just recently been appraised of his flaming magic aptitude and answers that he will happily study magic somewhere.Then my father asked me the same question at the end, even though I don't usually ask."... Van. What are you doing today? I open my mouth to that question without thinking about it. M"It's all I don't get, so I think I'll learn about this country first"The moment I answered that, my two brothers, including my father, each maid, and even Espada, the butler, were suddenly consolidated.In the cafeteria surrounded by silence, a word Till muttered sounded strangely well."Ya, I knew... Master Van is a genius..."
