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 When I opened my eyes once again, I was on the bed. I smelled ointment all over my body that was covered in bandages. I involuntarily wrinkled my forehead at the throbbing pain that struck me suddenly. I looked around and saw a bed with covers, a medicine box resting upon a tabletop accompanied by other first aid kits. From this scenery, I guessed I was somewhere like an infirmary.  The whole place was quiet like I was the only one around. " Was it a dream" No, it felt much too real for that. I picked up the mirror on the table and checked my face. I saw a young man with a unfamiliar face staring back at me. He had black hair, blue eyes, and a blue snake tattooed on his neck.  Gang, hierarchy, traitor, murder, prison. Blue snake. Cain river.  The puzzle in my head was instantly completed. And as I glanced at the calendar on the wall the puzzle in my head became a complete picture. April 13th of the Imperial year 1072. It is the date that marks the start of the main ...

Screech... My knife makes that sound as it grinds against the plate after cutting through the meat.  Mph... Why is meat eaten by the noble so thick? Why not put in a little more effort and cut it into thinner slices. I am now 10 years old and despite my initial reluctance to believe in reincarnation, I now found myself with no choice but to accept it as a fact as the memories of Blythe remain clear in my mind. "Jeremy!!!" My father calls out my name in a dignified voice and scolds me for my poor table manners. "Relax a little more", he says," As royalty, you shouldn't make noise when you eat, or were you actually trying to cut the plate? "I'm sorry Father" At the same time, I thought to myself, that it is impossible to cut a plate with a knife Father. Although I do understand what you mean, I was just wondering how much strength you would need to accomplish such a feat. But that is probably because of the memories of my previous life. I am alw...