There was a thundering sound in a building called the Temple of Darkness.
There was a pile of corpses of those who challengedăItăbefore in the corner of the temple.
It was the sound of the Demon King unleashing his blow, strong enough to rock the entire temple.
The swords released by the Demon King pierced into the sageâs body one after another, as they produced red splashes.
ăSage. Have my praise for pushing me to such an extentâŚâŚhoweverâŚ..ă
He approached the sage, who slowly raised his face, to deliver the final blow.
ăYour life ends here!!ă
The blood fell down his chin.
Perhaps because the sage didnât have enough magical power to use healing magic, his body was full of wounds.
There was no healer to fix him either.
Everyone who came here before did so in a party with cooperation in mind.
However, the sage was alone.
Having enormous magical power, the strongest sage had no need in comrades.
Facing the Demon King who was about to unleash his ultimate attack, the sage â-
Laughed at the Demon Kingâs words.
The blood flowing down his face lit up with blue light.
ăAh, finally. To be honest, Iâve almost fainted from the blood loss. But it doesnât matter nowă
ăI-Impossible! Whatâs with this magical power?ă
The Demon King, who was about to finish off the sage, visibly faltered.
ăIâve never felt such enormous magical powerâŚâŚă
ăIâm honored to be praised by the Demon King himself. Itâs my first time tooă
ăWhat!?! B-*******!! What are you trying to do!?ă
ăâ Divine magic,ăReincarnation Artă, activate. With my body, my blood, my magical power as a price âă
Gusha â there was a sound of something tearing apart.
Enduring the shockwave, the Demon King lowered his gaze.
ăImpossibleâŚâŚImpossible, impossible!!ă
The right side of his body vanished.
The left side was wrapped in light as it gradually turned into dust.
ăWhat on earth is this? What the hell did you doâŚâŚ!?ă
ăI sacrifice the lives of 1000 high-ranking demonsă
The sage had trouble breathing.
ăYou are the 1000th. It was dull until this point. â As youâve said, my life ends here. This timeă
A huge magic circle enveloped the whole temple.
ăSorry. This is my dream. Iâm sorry for dragging you into thisâŚ.youâve killed a fair share of humans. Itâs time repentă
ăFor meâŚ.for me to fall at this place! As a sacrifice to a humanâs spell!! Sage-sama, this, this magicâŚ..ă
The Demon King vanished before finishing his line.
After all, all the conditions for this spell were finally completed.
If successful, he could reincarnate into a new human being with his memories intact.
ăIf successful, after allâŚ.ă
Even though he didnât fail even once, he couldnât stay calm in this situation.
ăThere should be no problem. All conditions have been met. The magical formula is at work. It wonât fail. Itâs time for a new lifeă
With thisăReincarnation Artăâ.
His longtime wish was about to be fulfilled.
The days of saving people left and right are over.
There is no need to accept challenges or defeating demon kings.
Anyway, I want my next life to be more relaxing.
Itâd be nice to reincarnate into a rich and handsome scion to play around.
ăIâve saved humanity so many times, you can at least give me this muchă
The reincarnation magic was about to be completed.
As if blessing his next life, divine light enveloped the sage.
He closed his eyes with high expectations.
His consciousness dimmedâŚâŚ.
And once the reincarnation happened IâŚ.
Found myself the youngest child of Count Radcliff named Eddie.
The memory came back at the 6th birthday.
The moment I woke up on the bed, it came back to me.
Magic rituals, chants, all of his accumulated knowledge rushed into his head.
Extremely nauseating feeling.
As if my insides are being reconstructed.
Far from breathing, I couldnât even blink, only stare at the ceiling.
The torrent of information died down when my mind was on the verge of collapsing.
ăI seeâŚthatâs how it happenedâŚâŚI remember everythingâŚâŚ.although I feel horribleâŚâŚă
Groaning, I pushed his face into the pillow.
Iâve made it in a way that the memory wonât come back immediately on purpose.
Still,ăcollapseăorăreconstructionă.
Iâm using words a normal 6-year-old child shouldnât know as if itâs only natural.
My muddled consciousness finally produced some thoughts. Apparently, my way of thinking didnât change since the previous life.
ăHaa, it finally subsided. That didnât feel nice at allâŚâŚ.ă
To get back all the memories at my 6th birthday.
Should have made it come back in part since infancy.
Itâs good that my mind could withstand it.
Iâve put my hand on top of my erratically beating heart and slowly got up.
The problem lied in a fact that during these 6 years I didnât use magic even once.
Forget about that, there wasnât even an aptitude examination.
I was told that magic and swordsmanship training is dangerous, so I didnât have to do it.
The Radcliff house is quite wealthy and Iâm deeply loved by my parents and siblings.
The youngest child, who wasnât considered an heir, could easily spend his whole life playing around.
Having no duties, living as I want, what a blessed life I got for myself.
Even though itâs me, it feels like Iâm talking about someone else.
Me of the previous life, me of the current life.
Itâd take a while for those two minds to align, I thought to myself.
Letâs confirm my status.
As youâd expect from a child.
Both, hit points and magic points and few.
Even though I have some magical power, itâs not displayed since I havenât mastered any spells.
ăWhatever, have to learn some magic firstă
I have memories of magic rituals and chants.
I also remember the feeling of using magic.
ăUn, I have a suitable location in mindă