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Chapter 2
“It doesn’t seem to be a dream after all.”
Ernstine barely managed to lift his massive body.
Cold sweat dripped down his entire fra.
The sensation was far too vivid to be a re dream.
He now had to act under the assumption that this was reality.
“I need to assess the situation.”
Calming his breathing, he tried to recall the na of this body.
As he continued to dig through his fragnted mories, they began piecing together bit by bit.
[Kaylen Starn.]
[19 years old.]
[Second-year student in the Royal Academy’s Magic Class.]
[Second Circle.]
“A mage, is it?”
A typical bookworm.
No wonder this body was in such poor shape.
Another mory surfaced.
[Breakfast is always so insufficient. I suppose it’s because this dormitory is mostly for commoners.]
[The noble kids all commute from their estates in the capital.]
[Ah, I’m jealous. They must get proper als in the morning.]
[If only I hadn’t been born into this family. Why did my ancestor have to belong to the demon family ‘ier’?]
“…What?”
At first, Ernstine dismissed it, thinking, ‘More food-related nonsense,’ but the last mory jolted him awake.
“ier is a demon family?”
ier—the house of the hero who had slain the Demon King—was a family of demons?
It seed like a mistake, but the mories continued.
[That cursed family. They used to be the imperial household, didn’t they?]
[Why did they make a pact with the Demon Realm? Idiots. They could’ve just lived comfortably as emperors.]
[The first emperor was a Grand Swordmaster, but then he suddenly disappeared…]
For a mont, he wondered if this was about another family with the sa na.
However, as he delved deeper into this body’s mories, it beca clear that it wasn’t.
“The first emperor, the Grandmaster… That’s he’s talking about. Disappeared, though?”
More information was needed.
As Ernstine scanned the room, his gaze fell on sothing.
The cluttered desk, covered with books and crumbs, had a crumpled piece of paper atop it.
He picked it up and smoothed it out, quickly skimming its contents.
What he read left him speechless.
[If you fail to reach the Third Circle, you will not be allowed to advance.]
[Sacred Year 2787, August 14.]
[Bormian Royal Academy, Departnt of Magical Administration.]
“…2787?”
The year he abdicated the throne to his son had been 1787.
1,000 years had passed since then.
“And Bormian? Royal?”
The na was deeply familiar to him.
During the wars, Ernstine had personally discovered a knight from a commoner background bearing that na.
His talents were extraordinary, eventually leading him to beco a Spear Master and one of the Seven Knights of the ier Empire, renowned across the lands.
"I Need to Confirm This."
Among Kaylen's mories was a list of academy dining halls.
One stood out: the library cafeteria. He vividly rembered the way there.
Sothing about, "Thursdays an library cafeteria~."
‘That place should also have history books,’ Ernstine thought.
He resolved to confirm the truth of the past with his own eyes.
A day later.
Kaylen, lying on the bed, abruptly sat up.
He blinked several tis, scanning his surroundings.
“…It really isn’t a dream.”
How he wished it were.
Fully opening his eyes, Kaylen muttered quietly,
“The empire has vanished without a trace, and the descendants of ier aren’t even allowed to use their family na.”
The academy library.
The history he unearthed there was almost unbearable to accept.
A thousand years ago.
The founding emperor of the ier Empire, Ernstine, suddenly disappeared.
The second emperor, Caius, who succeeded him, lost his most significant pillar of support.
His siblings wasted no ti seizing this opportunity.
“…Civil war.”
The efforts to unite the continent under a single empire had relied heavily on strategic marriages with the princesses of forr royal families, but this strategy turned into a curse.
Ernstine had married over ten won, producing more than forty children.
Compared to the children born to Ernstine's other wives, who had the backing of the old royal houses, Caius, the eldest son, lacked such support.
His mother ca from an unremarkable viscount family.
Even so, had Ernstine been present, no one would have dared act recklessly.
The Grand Swordmaster who had single-handedly subdued nurous nations and defeated the Demon King.
No amount of amassed power could match his might.
However, with the Grand Swordmaster gone and the authority of the new emperor still unestablished, it was the perfect chance for Caius’ ambitious siblings.
Rebellions broke out across the land.
The continent, once unified and peaceful, descended once more into chaos and war.
During this blood-soaked struggle among kin, the Holy Order made a shocking proclamation:
“Emperor Caius has fallen to black magic and now serves the demons.”
Caius was excommunicated.
The repercussions were devastating.
The Averian Continent, still reeling from the damage inflicted by the Demon King, reacted with outrage. Even the most loyal followers of Caius turned their backs on him.
Among those who abandoned him was none other than the Spear Master, Bormian.
With this, the tide of war turned swiftly against the ier Empire.
And in the end…
“The ier Empire… It didn’t even last two generations, let alone a thousand years.”
The ier Empire fell.
Branded as traitors who had consorted with demons, the ier bloodline was stripped of their family na.
The rebels, Ernstine’s own children, all adopted the surnas of their mothers.
The old royal houses regained power, installing themselves as monarchs, while the children of the second emperor, Caius, faced execution.
Only a rumor persisted—Caius’ youngest son supposedly escaped with the help of a loyal retainer.
His Na Was...
"Starn."
Starn—the progenitor of Kaylen Starn.
Ernstine’s mind filled with unresolved questions.
“Given Caius’ nature, it’s hard to imagine him aligning with a black mage.”
“Yet, the Holy Order wouldn’t have made such claims lightly.”
“All I did was fall asleep. How did things co to this?”
“And why have I ended up in the body of one of my descendants?”
But these were events of a thousand years ago. There was no way to uncover the truth right now, nor any ans to resolve it.
Ernstine decided to focus on the present instead.
“From now on, I am Kaylen.”
He buried his forr na deep within his heart.
This world, a thousand years in the future, would know him only as Kaylen.
“Though, I will reclaim the na ier soday…”
As he lowered his head, his gaze fell to the flesh jiggling with even the slightest motion.
“…For now, the most pressing issue is… this body.”
Kaylen closed his eyes, delving inward to examine his physical state.
When he first began moving in this body, he couldn’t sense any mana. However, he hoped that a closer inspection might reveal sothing.
The more ti passed, however, the more his expression shifted to dismay.
“…How is this body even alive?”
Except for the mana heart at the center of his chest, his body was alarmingly devoid of mana.
Mana is the vital energy of nature itself. Without it, no living being could survive.
Even ordinary people carry a trace amount of mana. Yet in Kaylen’s case, his mana levels were so abnormally low that he could be compared to an elderly person on the brink of death.
“A knight gathers mana, while a mage disperses it…”
Knights build a fortress of mana within their bodies, while mages scatter mana outward to connect with the external world.
Though their approaches were entirely opposite, both still required a basic level of mana for survival.
“Even for a mage, this is extre.”
At this rate, death was inevitable.
What had caused this body to deteriorate into such a wretched state?
“…I think I have an idea.”
Kaylen’s unusual appetite had been troubling Ernstine ever since he realized the boy was his descendant.
“Let’s examine the stomach.”
While the rest of the body lacked mana, the stomach showed a faint concentration of it. It was, in fact, the second most mana-dense area after the heart.
Focusing his analysis on the stomach, Kaylen carefully examined the mana concentrated within its walls.
As dawn broke, the light of the rising sun began to filter through the room.
“As expected.”
After prolonged concentration, Kaylen finally identified it.
The unique mana inherited exclusively by the ier lineage—golden, star-shaped mana crystals.
Infinity.
“Kaylen, you are undoubtedly my descendant.”
The ier family had always referred to themselves as the descendants of dragons.
This wasn’t rely a claim to establish legitimacy after ascending to royalty.
“Every mber of the ier bloodline carries Infinity within them.”
Infinity—a special crystalline form of mana, passed down to select mbers of the ier lineage.
Its defining characteristic was simple: limitlessness.
There were no boundaries.
The mana within Infinity could be drawn upon infinitely. This trait closely resembled the legendary core mana organ of dragons—the Dragon Heart—which led the ier family to declare themselves the descendants of dragons.
“Of course, it doesn’t co without its flaws.”
Infinity consud the mana of the body itself.
For a knight, it ant that any mana accumulated through training would be devoured.
If one infused their body with 100 units of mana, most of it would be consud by Infinity, leaving less than 20 usable.
For knights, who depended on accumulating and preserving mana within their bodies, this was a crippling disadvantage.
Thus, the ier family had earned a reputation for being “persistent but never genius.” They could sustain a certain level of mana usage thanks to Infinity, but accumulation remained an impossibility.
Of course, this reputation preceded Ernstine’s birth.
Having mastered the art of wielding Infinity, Ernstine had risen to beco the strongest on the continent.
“…But to utilize it, I need to extract it from the stomach.”
The defining trait of Infinity—its limitlessness—seed to have extended to the stomach.
This constant hunger was enough to drive Kaylen to madness.
As long as Infinity remained lodged in his stomach, it would render him helpless.
“I think I understand why it’s here now.”
The Infinity within him was far too small.
At this size, it couldn’t develop by rely absorbing ambient mana.
A more primal thod was required.
“Eating.”
By consuming food, it could extract nutrients and absorb the mana contained within.
For an Infinity so tiny—barely larger than a speck of dust—this was the only viable approach.
But what was optimal for Infinity was disastrous for Kaylen.
“To absorb the minuscule mana left in food… it’s killing its host.”
How much mana could food even contain?
To extract that negligible amount, Infinity had driven Kaylen’s body into a perpetual state of hunger.
Krrrrrrrk—
Even now, his stomach growled loudly, crying out for sustenance.
If Kaylen were an ordinary person, he would have succumbed to the body's pleas and eaten by now.
To survive, he needed to transfer Infinity from his stomach to his mana core and cultivate it into its proper size.
“Hmm…”
However, Infinity stubbornly refused to budge.
No, it wasn’t just Infinity—it felt as though the mana within his body was entirely blocked, unable to flow.
“Is it because this body is that of a mage?”
Unlike knights, who were adept at manipulating the mana within their bodies, mages were more accustod to controlling external mana.
It wasn’t surprising that Kaylen, as a mage, had not trained in techniques to handle internal mana flow. For soone like him, this process was bound to be slow at the start.
But who was he?
He was Ernstine, the first Grand Swordmaster in human history.
Even if this body belonged to a mage, manipulating mana was still trivial for soone of his caliber. After all, he had achieved mastery over mana in countless forms.
“I’ve personally nurtured dozens of Master-Class knights.”
Even his eldest son, who used to belittle his lack of talent, had reached the pinnacle of Sword Expert by his thirties under Ernstine’s guidance.
Kaylen’s confidence in his abilities was unshakable.
Yes, that’s what he had believed—up until that day.
[Translator - Kiteretsu]
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