Re: Ascension Rebirth – The heartfelt truth and the boy who made it possible

Chapter VI

PART ONE

[Eternum Calendar - Year 988]

A gallery had formed in the middle of the town; the town square. This was the place where important news were announced and special events were taken place. However most of the news and event that took place here were generally for low ranking nobles and commoners. Anything truly of note are directly reported to the Tetrarch; the ‘ruler’ of [North Ariadyne].

Nonetheless, today an important news would be announced. Soldiers adorned in full body metal armor were standing in wait for instructions from their superior.

“Drag in the girl.”

A rather unsightly, plump man in a lavishing brown coat ordered. On his fingers were several different kinds of rings which stood out magnificently as he twirled around his moustache like some sort of cartoon villain. All you needed to do was add in a monocle, a top hat and have him laugh maniacally to make him the perfect stereotype.

The way he treated the people of lower class as he walked past them were nothing short of arrogant. Like Moses parted the seas, he parted the crowd but in a manner that wasn’t as elegant and the people who avoided him clearly had disdain for this man. He walked past the soldiers and onto the wooden stage set in the town’s square.

He gave howling looks towards the people gathered and stared them down as if they were mere insects. Mistakenly thinking that the power of his trained soldier were his own, he abused the authority given to him. It was clear that the soldiers did not like following the man’s orders but they were forced to since he was their direct superior.

A small, skinny girl dressed in rags were dragged in towards the stage on which the fat man stood. The girl was dirty and clearly hadn’t been properly fed in days. Only a few days ago she was wearing a full set of lavishing clothes just like the man in front of her, but now she was treated lower than a slave.

The cuts and bruises on her skin revealed how horribly she had been treated thus far and the exposure of her rib cage told of how malnourished she had become.

“Please… don’t. it wasn’t… me…”

The girl, barely having any energy to announce her innocence whispered to the best of her ability.

At the orders of fat noble the soldiers violently dragged her by the arms and threw her out into the open where the passer bys could see her while she was in such a shameful state. This wasn’t what the soldiers wanted to do but the man on the stage had instructed them to treat her in such a manner.

“Elise Noire. Do you know why you are here?”

As the fat man spoke and ugly smirk flashed across his face. This was all an act, he knew it, the soldiers knew it and the audience knew it, but the man couldn’t help himself with all the feelings of superiority that he was projecting.

“I don’t… please… it wasn’t me...”

She pleaded her innocence once more in a desperate tone.

However the man on the stage, [Duke Vista Calros], was infamous for being a cruel and abusive man. Aside from his ugly personal traits he was also known to be power-hungry.

He pointed an accusatory finger at the defenseless girl and continued his overly dramatic display.

“You dare?! You were found in the mansion of your father atop of his corpse! You were caught red handed, yet you still plead not guilty?! Have you no shame?! The death sentence is too good for you!”

He continued to berate the young girl of only 6 years of age.

Charged with the murder of her own father she could only silently weep as she was being unfairly accused and charged without even the chance of proving her own innocence. It was not uncommon for those who murder members of nobility to be charged with death but the way she had been treated thus far was a little overboard.

“It… It wasn’t… me… please believe… me…”

“Enough! You are to be executed in a week. Take her away, her sight offends me.”

“No! Please! No!”

The girl started to scream as she struggled against the soldiers who were tasked with taking her away. She was to be sent to the duke’s private dungeon until ‘justice’ was swiftly dealt by a dirty and corrupt hand.

After the girl was taken away the man addressed the crowd that had gathered to see what was happening.

“This is the fate of all those who oppose the nobility! If you do not wish to suffer the same fate then lower your heads and know your place!”

Neither soldiers, serfs, servants or anyone else; there was none in the crowd that even remotely sympathized with this man’s ideals, however having no way to reject them they were forced to acknowledge them. Those that did tried to rebel against the corrupt noble would be unduly sentenced to death.

PART TWO

-Morgant Fallon’s PoV-

“A week.”

The girl was being charged with the murder of her own father; patricide.

Almost immediately after entering the city I was conveniently able to locate Elise Noire. She looked as young as Kyrios described, around 6 or so. In my previous world even if she were truly guilty of patricide, at that age, due to the law, she would’ve been able to get away with it with light psychological therapy.

There’s no due process in this world; it really pulls no punches, once again solidifying the difference between this world and the world I was familiar with. The pudgy man, [Duke Vista Calros] was it? He acts sad for the death of [Duke Ciel Noire]; his act is all too obvious, no that’s probably just it, he already knows everyone realizes that he’s acting but is just rubbing it in their faces since no one can speak out against him.

Just from that scene alone it was obvious to everyone that the girl was innocent. In fact this entire charade was just a display of power from duke Vista to show that he can silence any opposition.

Really… he’s the kind of person that no one would miss if he disappeared. Though if I continued to follow that line of thought it would become dangerous in a lot of ways. Anyway, I don’t think I can just barge in and take Elise Noire with me, that’d be too risky plus it would become even more troublesome later if I don’t do it the ‘legitimate’ way.

Most likely the one truly responsible for the duke Ciel Noire’s death is duke Vista Calros. However the problem is that there’s no real way to prove it; no evidence to show.

…

No wait, what am I even doing? Why do I need to find any evidence to prove Elise Noire’s innocence? The entire legal system in this world is honest-to-god retarded so why should I have to follow the fair legal processes of my previous world? That’s right I don’t need evidence, I just need to condemn that pudgy man and Elise Noire’s freedom will just be a mere afterthought.

Right, everything will solve itself once the unruly duke is silenced.

Anyway this works out perfectly. Though it may be painful for the girl I still have a week’s deadline which gives me plenty of time to accomplish my first priority; reuniting Lina with her estranged mother. Once that’s completed I can focus my full attention to the problem of Elise Noire.

Condemning a duke level nobility won’t be an easy task, at the very least I need the power of someone of an even higher position and the only one higher than him is the Northern Tetrarch. I need to establish contact with the North Tetrarch, the only problem was ‘how’ to actually go about accomplishing that.

Since father worked as a [Praetorian Knight] for North Ariadyne it should be possible to use his name to at least pique the Tetrarch’s interests. Of course I can’t go about doing that, no one would let a seven year old gain audience with the Tetrarch, then what should I do?

Actually now that I think about it the person Lina’s mother was married to was some form of noble. I believe he was an Earl? It was only a step down from dukedom so it should have enough authority to gain an audience if used with my father’s name. once those conditions are met all I need to do is think of a method to take down a duke and bring him before the Tetrarch.

Perhaps then he’ll learn a valuable lesson in how deep the rabbit hole of evil can truly go. Once I manage to out maneuver the duke politically, it should impress the Tetrarch enough to allow me access to information. That being said, as much as I wish for it, I know I’ll probably not find anything solid in relation to a way back to Earth but it should be enough to start me on the right track.

“To be charged with murdering her own father. How gruesome.”

Breaking my train of thought Lina muttered as she looked at the display that taken place. We were coincidentally shown that scene while we were waiting for our pick up. Lina then turns towards me with the same pitiful eyes.

Why are you looking at me like that? I have no intentions of committing patricide.

“Do you think she did it as well?”

I asked out of curiosity.

“Eh? Um… I don’t… know. You can never tell with these things, you know young master? She looks innocent enough now but maybe she turns really evil at night?”

Is she supposed to be some kind of Dracula? That being said I’ve had the honor of meeting the real thing and using ‘evil’ to describe would be an understatement, ‘manipulative’ would be more apt. That freaky mask especially, I really need to get my hands on one of those, they’re really effective.

“To kill her own parent… huh…”

Lina looked away at the distance as she muttered those words under her breath. Was she thinking of her own parents? Given her past history I’m sure there was a time when even Lina would’ve contemplated such a thing, but the fact that she hasn’t despite all those hardships is really what makes her admirable.

Speaking of Lina’s mother, according to the letter we received we were told an escort would meet us near the town’s square, thus we were patiently waiting for them. However even though nearly 2 hours had past there was no signs of such a person. Honestly, how inconvenient this world without proper telecommunications technology is.

News travels so slowly in this world, I mean I thought there would be magic to remedy such a handicap but that didn’t seem like the case. Everything was so archaic that it started to hurt my brain just thinking how people manage information in this world. I guess it’s sort of like residue emotions from my past life but I’m a very meticulous and efficient person so things like these really get on my nerves.

I understand the subtle differences in this world; power was centralized around large cities and powerful people. That meant information which was also a form of power was also bound to such practices, that being the case, something like instant telecommunication technology which would spread information was detrimental to the practices of hoarding knowledge.

Though oddly enough, the printing press actually existed in this world. Though if I had to hazard a guess as to who invented it, it would probably be the [adventurer’s guild] since they need to distribute information to the adventurers about certain quests or dangerous monsters. From that we have the members of the upper nobility in cities like these that turn it into a propaganda machine to further their agendas.

Well, I guess that’s how power works in relation to communication’s technology in every world.

“Ah, you must be Ms. Lina.”

A man who looked to be in his late 20s greeted us. His face was a refreshing one, almost too refreshing if you ask me. His face would be the type that would put at least 7 out 10 girls to fluster almost instantly, his combed brown hair and jewel like green eyes. That smile of his was also quite a powerful weapon. He was dressed in an elegant brown suit, from the looks of it, it was a butler’s uniform or some sort of variation to it.

He was probably the escort that we were supposed to meet. Well, that much was obvious from the moment he called Lina’s name.

“Eh? Um… hello.”

Lina bowed, her face becoming red from his dashing looks. It somewhat pissed me off but I’m mature enough to let such things slide. I mean, Lina’s that you know; going through her puberty so she’s bound to have some interest in the opposite sex, well besides the unhealthy amount of affection she shows me.

The man returned a smile to her stuttered greeting. It was a fake smile, I knew because I would use the same kind myself. Though if I really had to say my fake smile with my old body was much more profound and intimidating than this sparkling boy band idol.

“Greetings, my name is [Dian], I am a servant of earl Lucius Rosenberg. I am here to escort you to the earl’s manor.”

“Ah… is that so? N- Nice to meet you, I am L-Lina, and this is the young master I serve, Morgant Fallon.”

She introduces herself and me while at it. Really, her constant stuttering in his presence is getting plenty annoying for some reason.

“I see, it is an honor to meet you.”

He turns towards me and greets. That being said I could hear Lina quietly panting on the side as she ‘admires’ the Rosenberg butler. Annoying. This. One.

“As is mine.”

I replied back with a fake smile of my own.

“By the way, I do not see Ms. Lena, is she not coming?”

Hearing that question Lina’s expression goes dim for a second.

“She’s… she’ll be here later.”

“Very well, I shall arrange for another escort when she arrives. Then let us proceed back to the Rosenberg Manor.”

With that, Dian lead us to the stage coach. To be honest it was my first time riding an actual coach; all we’ve been riding on were storage carts. I admit that the quality and comfort of the two forms of transport were different, for starters this coach was much more comfortable, but in the end if I compare it to a car this is nothing. Though I guess that can’t be helped, that’s just how this world was.

PART THREE

The place that we were taken to was a magnificently decorated mansion; much bigger than our small rural one. The culture and artistry was on a different level than the plebeian houses that we passed on our way here, it was like entering into a different world, and you can trust my word because I’ve had experiences with world transferring.

The manor was about 3 storey high with even the windows marvelously decorated. Seriously, what sort of crimes do you have to commit to get a manor like this? I mean well, I know what sort of crimes you have to commit to get a manor like this in my previous world but in this world I can only shiver to think.

As our wooden box, I mean coach approached the front, before us laid a large arching metallic gate. Dian waved at the diligent gate guards as they opened the door to let us through. This was the first time I have entered the estate of a real upper noble. Once again, it is a different world than the rest of the city, it kind of makes me shiver on what kind of house that pudgy duke lives in.

Arriving at the front entrance of the building we exited the coach and lead towards the front door. When the doors opened we were met with a congregation of maids, like we were some sort of religious figures, they lined up and lowered their heads.

“Welcome Madam Lina and her guest.”

Wow, I was treated as just a ‘guest’. I guess they only credited me as such since they didn’t know my name or status, it was a little bitter but I could swallow it.

“Before we meet the master and madam we should change your attire, madam Lina.”

One of the maids came to tell us. She looked strict, she had pure black hair and sleek glasses; she looked like the kind of person that would hit you with a stick if you did something ‘improper’.

“Eh. Ah okay.”

Lina was still wearing our maid uniform after all, quite unbefitting of a guest of this house, more-so if she’s a daughter of the wife of this house. She’s practically nobility herself.

At some point Dian had already disappeared so Lina was feeling a little sad. A fact that displeases me for some reason.

We were lead to the changing room with a few maids following. They laid out a variety of clothes for Lina to pick to change into. When they tried to take off her clothes in order to help her change, mind you I was still in the room as well, she stopped them.

“Ah, I can do this myself so please don’t mind me.”

“But we were instructed to help you, madam.”

The maids tried to retort back but to no avail.

“Sorry, it just feels a little uncomfortable undressing while people are there. I‘ve been working as a maid too so I know how you feel but please leave this to me.”

"... I understand, then please take your time madam."

Somehow striking a chord with the other maids they gave a small defeated smile and honor her wish and leave the room. Leaving Lina and myself alone. Together. Well I’m not really having any dirty thoughts towards a 16 year old.

Once they left Lina sighed and turned towards me.

“Haa~ w- what should I do young master?”

“Eh? What’s wrong? You just need to pick an attire right?”

“N-no, not about that. I think. I think that I’m in love!”

…

I felt my right hand caress the area between my eyes.

“I- is that so? Isn’t that good for you? You can graduate from your unhealthy affection towards me now.”

I see, so this is how fathers feel when their daughter brings home a man. I sympathized with you fathers! It was a little daunting to be honest, that clingy Lina finding someone she finds an attraction towards, I can only hope this isn’t just some teenage romance born from bodily needs. Though I’ll give credit where credit is due, the children of this world are slightly more mature than the ones back in my previous world. That’s most likely because actual danger like monsters exists and people have to adjust to their medieval style lives.

“What should I do young master?”

She looks at me with eyes full of expectation. I know I can give her some advice because I’m me, but does she really think a seven year old could offer any sort of romance advice? Though I’m a little reluctant, if this is what Lina truly wishes for then perhaps I wouldn’t mind so much, that Dian kid doesn’t seem like a bad person either.

To be honest, even her mother, though sickly, lives in this house as a wife of the earl, it could be possible for Lina to be adopted into the house and relationship between Dian and Lina is possible. Though the problem is with Lena, I don’t think Lina would want to be separated from her sister for too long and I’m sure Lina would give up her chance at romance if it’s to live with her sister.

More headaches.

“Calm down Lina. First we have something more important to do right?”

I remind her of the reason why we’re here in the first place. Once she understood that her expression becomes more serious.

“Y- yes, you’re right.”

Lina immediately strips down to her underwear and takes her time picking out what attire to wear. She really has no defense in front of me huh? Whether that’s because she doesn’t see me as a threat or if it’s because she trusts me is unknown. Probably the latter if I had to choose.

No but seriously what is that? Striped panties? Those exist in this world? No I guess the better question is why she’s even still wearing those at her age.

“We should hurry, they’re waiting for us after all.”

I cough and remind her.

“Geez, young master lacks delicacy. A nubile young woman is prancing around you in her underwear you know? Can’t you show some more excitement?”

That reminds me, I guess they let me enter with her because they thought I was just a child. Foolish, if they knew any better, well it doesn’t really make a difference in the end because my mind won’t bend from amateurish seduction techniques of a 16 year old with no sexual experience. Besides, Erin is much prettier than her, it’s true.

“Stop speaking nonsense and quickly choose.”

There were a variety of clothes laid before us to choose from. She kept pestering with the same questions; ‘Young master what do you think of this?’ as she tried them all on. It was exhausting me just to look at her changing clothes over and over. This behavior wasn’t even unique to her, Erin used to do the same thing as we prepared for events.

Of course my immediate reply was a half-hearted ‘I think it’s good.’

"Mmm, I feel like you're just saying that so I choose my clothes quicker. I see if that's how you're going to play it then I have my own plans."

Instantly on her face was a creepy and dangerous expression. She had a perverted smile as she drooled creeping closer towards me. She’s really just an old man inside isn’t she? Perhaps she’s also a reincarnated individual who was actually just a dirty old man.

She then proceeded to jump on me, or would it be more apt to say she pushed me down? Either way she was now on top of me in a very romantic comedy-esque manner; on her fours while I was laying down on my back below her. All I could do was give a sympathetic smile and stroke her hair as she tried very hard. Sorry to say I have someone waiting for me so I can’t lose to a child’s amateurish seduction.

She puffs up as she sees it has no effect. Well, even if I wasn’t myself I don’t think it really would have much of an effect since this body is that of a seven year old’s.

“Uuu~ young master… could it be that you swing that way?”

I froze. It was actually the first time in my life that someone had ever question my sexuality. I mean I was with Erin practically my entire life so of course no one would question me. After some deliberation I came to the conclusion that no matter what, I’ll always love Erin.

“No.”

That was my final answer.

“Ehem…”

Standing on the doorway was Dian. Though he had his back turned to avoid the sight I’m pretty sure he saw it as he entered the room. In fact it was a little scary that he could get past my senses, then again I was a little distracted.

“Kyah!”

Lina crouched down to cover herself.

“I apologize, but you were taking a little too much time so I came to see if there was any problem.”

“Uuu…”

Lina began to tear up.

“Aha~ sorry for worrying you, we were just playing around a tad. We will get dressed and come to you immediately.”

I responded in her stead.

“Very well.”

Dian responds as he leaves.

“W- what should I do, young master? He definitely thinks I’m some weirdo now!”

No, that assessment would actually be accurate.

“It’s fine, I’m sure he understands.”

“B- but I showed him such a shameful side of me!”

She embraces me as she cries, still in her underwear mind you. I have to admit this one was a little powerful for stimulation, having a half naked woman cling onto you while crying. Perhaps I was a little sadistic if this was what got to me.

Eventually she decided to go with a moderate white dress. Good choice, I thought it was fairly cute too. Though for someone whose mind was filled with nothing but dangerous thoughts it was a funny contrast with her pure white dress.

PART FOUR

We were lead to a room on the top floor. In front of the room stood a man, elegant in his appearance; tall, slender and scholarly. His hair were like small strings of gold and his emerald eyes with his scholarly gaze would be able to study anyone’s true character. Everything from the way he stood to the way he breathed screamed out nobility. From looks alone he appeared to be around his mid 30s.

[Lucius Rosenberg. Level 18, Earl]

It was him.

“It is good to finally be able to see you, Lina. I welcome you to my humble abode.”

Lina was a little flustered and confused as to how she should react. To help her out I took the lead.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, earl Rosenberg. I had heard you were quite the scholar.”

Well, that wasn’t true, I didn’t hear anything. In fact I knew nothing of them until I arrived at this manor only a few minutes ago. However, I could tell that he was a serious scholar from the way his house was arranged and the way he carried himself. The rows of books that I could often see as we passed through the house was also a clue. From the clues in the decoration in this house it’s most probable his field of studies has something to do with the natural world, perhaps nature? The world?

Well that wasn’t too important.

“Morgant Fallon. Yes, I too have heard much about your family when I was searching for Lina and Lena. Your father was a [Praetorian Knight] for the Tetrarch, a most prestigious position. Of course you too are welcome in this house.”

“I am grateful.”

I then turned to Lina to nudge her a little, telling her indirectly that it was her turn to introduce herself.

“A- ah, th- thank you for inviting me today. I am Lina, I’ve come as requested by your letter. Umm… about my mother, how is she?”

The earl’s face went a little dark as he heard her question. The letter did mention that Lina’s mother had contracted some sort of magical illness that was terminal. I was actually slightly worried; after all these years of separation, was it really alright for them to reunite under such circumstances?

However I banished such thoughts from my mind immediately. Whatever the situation or state, the reunion of a parent and child should be met. Whether it is sad, happy or terrifying, some things need to be said face to face only then can they move on, that’s just how human relationships work. Of course I knew such things, after all, I was the son who failed to see his mother’s face even on her deathbed because it was too painful. I won’t let Lina make the same mistake.

“Before I let you meet her, I want to clear up any misunderstandings. My wife, your mother has deeply regret what she has done to you and your sister and to atone for it she has spent the bulk of her life trying to find you and your sister. I believe that being able to at least see you will bring her happiness at the end of her life, so please speak with her.”

The earl bowed his head towards Lina.

“I understand… I’ll meet with mother now.”

“Thank you.”

The earl opened the door for us. What I saw was a doll like woman lying in her bed. Her hair was a similar shade of blonde to Lina’s, no it was a little more faded from age. Her skin was a pale white from her sickness but it did not detract any from her beauty. She was supposed to be in her mid 30s but she looked relatively young.

She noticed us coming in and slowly opened her eyes and turned her head. I think she wanted to get up completely but was unable to due to her sickness. It instantly reminded me of my own mother’s sickly state. Though a little rude, I couldn’t help myself but avert my gaze because of it.

Before anyone else in the room, I was the first to tear up remembering my own past. The sight of a once beautiful woman without hair or power in her arms as she was attached to a machine was painful. My mother from my previous life; cancer as I recalled it, lived the majority of her later years on a bed in the hospital, even still she wished for my happiness until the very end. I tried to limit the amount of times I visited her because it was painful to watch; I used work as an excuse every time.

The words ‘walk past my corpse and smile’ were her last words to me. I have never forgotten that, even as I live my second life. At the very least my younger brother kept her company during her last moments, I was thankful to him for that.

“Mother… I’m here.”

Lina grasped her mother’s weakened hand gently.

“Li… na? you’re here… finally here…”

Tears trickled down Lina’s face.

I wasn’t sure of what kind of disease it was she was suffering from. [Ivan’s magic disease] as it was known but I had no information on that. It wasn’t even a real illness in my world. I used [life force sensory] to monitor her life signals.

Her life force was extremely weak and was constantly being weakened as she stayed awake. The cause of the disease seemed to coming from her cranial region. Perhaps it was a type of brain tumor of this world?

I wanted to at least introduce myself but right now I don’t think I can interrupt their heartfelt reunion.

“Sorry, I’m be going out for a bit.”

I whispered to Dian.

“We shall arrange a bodyguard-“

“No, it’s quite fine thank you. I wish to be alone for a bit is all. I’ll be back in an hour so please don’t worry about me. Please take care of Lina for me.”

“I understand.”

Turning once more I beheld the sight of a reunion between a mother and her daughter.

It was pure.

I could only give a solemn smile and wish for their happiness as I left the manor.

PART FOUR

-Lina’s PoV-

[Leona], that was the name of my mother. I had heard that she used to be some sort of noble but she lost all power during a period of political strife and was forced to live like a slave afterwards. The only thing I remember of my mother was that she was always busy. Always working to support both my sister and myself, despite that she never let fatigue show on her face in front of us.

She was a powerful and kind hearted woman. I truly do believe.

Even if it was only an act, to me she was a strong willed woman who didn’t let anything bend her. She was my mother after all, the one person other than my sister that I loved dearly.

However her line of work was rather questionable. She did many things that were hidden away from the light, but that also means that anything done to her was also hidden away. It was a particular man that took advantage of this fact.

I only ever met him once on accident. I don’t even remember his name at this point but I remember his features. He was a ghastly man, a towering figure; pure evil.

From what I saw and understood as a six year old was that he frequently harassed mother both in and out of work. He would visit her unannounced and become violent with her. Such cases weren’t all that rare among courtesans but mother’s treatment particularly was horrible, far beyond anyone else.

Certain days my mother would return more tired than usual and with injuries. During such days I could see the soulless expression from her eyes; devoid of the will to live but she endured nonetheless for our sake. It pained me that I could not help my mother when she was going through such a thing.

It would only be later, when it was already too late that I learnt that the man who had been frequently harassing mother was a noble, a powerful one at that. Because of this it was impossible for anyone at mother’s work to help her, it was more beneficial for them to throw away my mother.

Near destitution, the man still did not cease his harassment. He even visited our little run down home and did horrible acts towards our mother, in broad view. The things they did was not out of love, but lust. Pure and evil, lust.

As mother could not find any work she became more and more depressed. It was during such a time I had fallen gravely ill, but there was no medicine in our poor run down house. Out of desperation my mother went to the man for help, since he was the only one she could turn to who had power to help me.

He told her, knowing that we were only getting in his way.

‘Cast out your daughters and I shall save them.’

Having no other choice, mother could only follow his instructions with tear in her eyes. She cast us out in the guise of depression and hatred, hoping that at least if we hated her it would give us the courage to move forward. It would give us a goal to not become like her, that was what she had thought as she threw us out. However, in the end the man never helped us. I was left, thrown out onto the streets with my sister desperately trying to help me.

At that time I did not know. I was so angry and disappointed at mother. ‘Why?! Why would she trust that evil man?!’ I wanted to shout at her but I was too weakened.

‘Do you love that man more than your own daughters?!’ I wanted to ask her.

Anger and despair overwhelmed me but I was unable to voice them due to my sickness. Eventually we were taken in by the son of the North Tetrarch, he was a gentleman. Our first lord; Lord [Rian Mil Avon Ariadyne]. I survived only thanks to his kindness.

From that day on I decided to dedicate myself to any task I was given, I wanted to live solely to serve others, to support others, to help others, save others, just like Lord Rian had saved me. Like that my days only continued on with happiness as we served as maids to the realm.

Eventually Lord Rian gave us an important job. To live happily with his friend who’s wife was about to bear a child. That was how we came to be with our current masters.

At first we were a little disheartened to be leaving the capital realm but it was also a good opportunity for us to see more of the world. We quickly got accustomed to our new masters, they didn’t treat us like servants but like true family.

In this country servants do not dine with their masters but our masters gave us the excuse that it was uncomfortable for them to eat while being watched, thus we were forced to eat together, as a family. It was the first time I understood what it meant to be a true family, I would not trade this feeling for anything in the world. It was the one thing that I found to be true happiness, overwhelmed with such emotions, both my sister and I decided to live solely for their sake.

When the young master was born, it was a joyous day for both my sister and I. it was like we had gotten a new younger brother. After he was born all of my emotions from the time before had flooded back to me, I was scared that the same fate that I had suffered might befall the young master. I wanted to protect him, I wanted him to have a life filled with happiness as I did. Perhaps because of that I may have come off as a little creepy in my over protectiveness of him.

For the next seven years I had been with him closely. He started to resemble the master; the way he always wanted to uphold justice, help the weak, become a knight of the realm. I thought that someday if he were to follow that dream he would leave me to become a knight, it was a little sad to think that but if it was his decision I would support that. Perhaps I might even follow him.

However a little before his seventh birthday he had been having lots of nightmares. About how he was soaring the skies but falling to his death. About an unknown woman that he could never see. So many things didn’t make sense but in the end they were only a dream and dreams solemn have any concrete meaning to them.

It was soon after those dreams started that an incident arose. When a boy named [Ian] went missing in the forest the young master immediately ran after him. A forest filled with monsters and he was just a child. Without regard for his safety, it was reckless but it was really noble of him.

If it were me, I would’ve been much too scared to act.

When we learnt of the news, we rushed to the entrance of the forest. I could only wait there until the young master and the missing boy returned. However it was only the missing boy that had returned, he told us how the young mastered saved him and they were running from a mass of monsters. From what I could tell of the situation, it was that the young master used himself as bait while saving the boy.

That’s when I finally realized it. How precious the young master was to me. It was through his actions he taught me a valuable lesson; he became a sacrifice for another. When I thought back, my mother tried to do the same thing by going to the man. She tried to sacrifice herself and her own happiness in order to save me from my illness. It was just unfortunate that the man was such a terrible scum that my life turned out the way it had.

But I finally understood my mother’s intentions by the young master’s bravery. That day when the young master didn’t return from the forest I truly cried. I didn’t even cry for my mother when she was sacrificing herself every day for us, but I cried for my precious young master.

In a miraculous twist of fate, the young master was able to return to us. However when he did he had changed, I don’t think I was the only one who noticed it, the master and mistress, Sebastian and even my sister noticed that the young master was different. He was much colder than before, almost domineering, but not intimidating. His personality was that of a more charismatic, older man’s but his love for his family was still the same.

Still, he truly was something special for all that to happen and still return. It made me realize how pathetic I was trying to hold onto mother’s hand still at the age of six. It was then I truly decided to forgive mother.

I was a little scared that this young master might be a fake, but when he chased after me in panic as I ran from the Fallon manor, I truly understood it was the same young master I had come to love. He was cold, but he knew how to be gentle. He was domineering but he knew how to comfort those close to him.

In fact if I had to compare, his attitude was a little similar to how Sebastian conducts himself. It was a little vexing to see a child who was much younger than me act much more maturely. I continued my heartfelt assaults on him only to have him return with sympathetic eyes; the eyes an older brother would give to his younger sister.

‘How cheek for a little brat’, I thought.

When the letter arrived after young master’s seventh birthday, another problem arose.

It was from my mother, about how she was able to escape from the clutches of the evil man and marry with a good person. However she had recently fallen terminally ill and wished to see my sister and I for the last time. At this time I had already forgiven mother but my sister had not.

It was the first time that Lena and I had such a disagreement like that. I didn't know how to handle the situation so I just fought. I fought with her but when the mistress who was pregnant tried to stop us I accidentally knocked her over. Feeling terrified and ashamed at what I had just done I ran away. Instead of apologizing I ran away.

I thought I had grown stronger but that wasn't it at all. I only thought I did; I was still the same. It was the young master who chased after me. He told me that everything was okay. But I couldn't stop crying I was so ashamed of what I did. The young master comforted me. Gave me a chest to cry on. Even though his chest was small it felt big at the same time.

'Ah I really can't win against the young master' I thought. He was an existence much bigger than someone petty like me. The young master did not ask me to return home but decided to come with me on the journey to the Northern capital. Even though it was a journey that a child shouldn't be able to take he was very adamant.

Even now, I cannot thank the young master enough for reuniting me with my mother. Someday, definitely I will repay his kindness, until then I will tenderly love him and protect him.

END REPORT

[Status Menu]

Morgant Fallon. Level 15

NECROMANCER

DEMON GENERAL

Strength: 68 (55 + 13)

Dexterity: 12 (5 + 7)

Magic: 9 (5 + 4)

Insight: 46 (35 + 11)

Agility: 11 (5 + 6)

[Status Points: 0]

[Skill List]

(PASSIVE) [Life Force Sensory]: Level 12

(PASSIVE) [Toxin Resistance]: Level 1

(AUGMENT) [Enchanting Voice]: Level 6

(ACTIVE) [Life Drain]: Level 11

(ACTIVE) [Wither]: Level 4

(ACTIVE) [Decay]: Level 9

[Equipment]

[Shard of Tyrving]

+ 4 [All Stats]

[Sebastian’s Pocket Watch]

+ 3 [Strength]

+ 3 [Dexterity]

+ 3 [Insight]

[Father’s Sword Hilt]

+ 6 [Strength]

+ 4 [Insight]

+ 2 [Agility]