The son of the Raytheft viscount family, Arcs Raytheft. On that night, he witnessed a strange dream.
In that dream, he saw the life of a man. It was a man born into an ordinary family, in a world completely different from the one Arcs currently lives in. He spent his early days and up to his mid twenties studying. And had his life come to an end in an accident. Just an ordinary life you can find anywhere.
Instead of saying he saw it, it is more appropriate to say he relieved it.
He experienced taking lessons at school about history and culture.
He learned about science and technologies that don’t exist in his own world.
He won a prize at a competition.
He had fun conversations with his friends.
And, he managed to get a girlfriend.
Even though the visions in the dream were always vague and disconnected, they were too vivid and realistic to be considered dreams.
It was like a version of what is known as the “butterfly’s dream” in the man’s world.
Maybe there was no “Arcs” in the first place. Maybe Arcs’s life was just a dream the man was having at his last moments, after the accident.
That is the extent of the influence the dream had on Arcs. And for how long it went on.
When he woke up, he mistook the bed in the Raytheft manor for the one the man slept every day.
No. Arcs was already aware of how much the man’s personality weighed on his own ego.
It is said that a person’s character is formed by their experiences. And right now, even though Arcs was only six years old, he had acquired an adult man’s maturity and way of thinking.
Above all, when he thinks about the man’s girlfriend and how he died right before their marriage, Arcs bursts into tears, as if it had happened to him. There is no doubt that he has assimilated the man.
In the middle of that very same day. Partially because of the dream. And partially because of other factors. Arcs developed a severe fever. His temperature rose quickly and he became sick, similar to the man when he had the flu.
While he was lying in bed, a man and a woman, different from the servants, visited him.
A man with silver hair and a woman with brown hair that is common in this world. Of course, Arcs knew them very well.
They were his parents, Joshua and Celine Raytheft.
While delirious because of the fever, Arcs called out his parents.
As if wishing for their help.
Instead however, as soon as they were called, their expressions became severed distorted.
[…Such a stubborn child.]
[…He sure is.]
It was as if they were looking at a bug crawling on the ground.
Both of his parents gave him a very cold stare.
Then, Arcs remembered.
(That is right. Arcs (me) magic aptitude was so low that he was destitute of his position as the next heir not so long ago.)
Arcs Raytheft, six years old.
From the day he obtained the man’s memory, the story of his rise to power begins.
TL Note1Hi everone. I’m Weslley. And I really like this series, so I decided to translate it. There were a few chapters translated already, but I decided to start from the beginning because they were a little on the harder to undertand side.
- 1Hi everone. I’m Weslley. And I really like this series, so I decided to translate it. There were a few chapters translated already, but I decided to start from the beginning because they were a little on the harder to undertand side.