Heath had to pause reading the full report he bought yesterday due to Henko’s interference. But now that he's booked a hotel room, away from innocent bystanders, and while he’s waiting for the two spies to make their next move, he's rereading the full reports.‘Right. So, it seems like I’m back to this point in my life.’He wishes that his gut feeling is wrong about Nyxen in this life. However, his Enhanced Insight is rarely wrong. And for heaven's sake, why does the report only get darker?His father, the man who's also bestowed the title of The Young Lion in this life and the leader of a branch family, was killed along with his men and the entire branch family, as they went against the don's will. The man was never married to Anastasia, thus making Heath a bastard son. Yet it was because he found out that the love of his life had a connection with the old don that he could not fulfill her dream of marriage. So instead, he made sure she was safe until there was a kind man who could f
As the clock struck 3 in the morning, the lone figure dissolved his light magic, making him fully visible again as he sneaked back to the hotel room where he was staying.Taking off the mask, Heath revealed bruised lips. They weren’t inflicted by the enemies; rather, they were evidence of the countless times he had nervously bitten them during intense moments. His face was pale, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, indicating the tension he had endured. He closed his eyes briefly, his colorful irises dimming back to their original brown color, as he attempted to clear his mind from the heartbreaking scene he had just witnessed.Children and teenagers alike... soulless and just so empty. Inevitably, he knew he couldn't look away; they were no longer alive. It was pitiful, infuriating, sad, and honestly, he didn't know what to feel anymore. The former royalty rushed into the bathroom, his face turning green, but nothing really happened as he just stood before the sink for a
"YELLOW, MINA-SAN!" The home economics teacher exclaimed, bursting into the classroom with exuberant energy. He was laden with four huge plastic bags, resembling a modern-day Santa Claus delivering treats to eager children. Ignoring the branches stuck in his hair and the scratches on his cheeks, he seemed to be brimming with excitement for some reason. His eyes literally sparkled as he addressed his students."Omg, Heath-sensei? What happened to you???" Nia shrieked, noticing the disheveled state of the brunet, who looked like he had just run a marathon.Heath shrugged off the concern with a casual wave of his hand. "Don't mind me! Just crashed into some trees, no biggie! Anyway, I’m here as your sweet angel. Here! Snacks!" With a flourish, he deposited the plastic bags onto the teacher's table and wiped the dirt off his face, though his troubled expression betrayed his inner turmoil."Wait, what brought this up, sensei?" Saito's curiosity echoed the unspoken question in everyone's mi
"Ano, sensei?" Hearing the call, Heath halted and turned his head to the boy with glasses. "Yeah?" For some reason he's rather wary of what this student would say. "Why did you beat yourself up this badly over a mere exam?" Surprisingly, it was Jiro, the boy who interacted the least with others. Honestly, nobody ever expected this coming at first. Jiro was known as the quiet one in class, rarely speaking unless absolutely necessary or when his studies demanded it. His reserved nature often kept him at the periphery of classroom interactions, and his sudden inquiry caught everyone off guard. It was a departure from his usual demeanor. Jiro's typically stoic facade melted ever so slightly, evident in the slight furrow of his brow as he voiced his question. His inquiry hung in the air, prompting a collective pause as the significance of his words sank in. For Heath, it was a moment of revelation. The fact that Jiro, of all people, was speaking up spoke volumes about the gravity of t
"Here," That agent said, handing Heath a set of gym uniform. "You don't have a change of clothes, right? So wear mine for the time being."As Heath accepted the gym uniform from Lillian, he couldn't help but notice the concern etched on her face. It was a stark contrast to the usual composure she exuded. He wondered what thoughts were running through her mind and why she was staring at him so intently."Right, ahem, thank you, Miller-san," the brunet sheepishly smiled. He realized that with their different body types, the clothes were in a woman’s fitting, which meant they would be both too tight and loose on him. Additionally, Lillian was taller than him. Though, it’s not like he could complain, especially not with that frown still heavily present on the ravenette's face."Now then, won’t you get yourself dry and clean, Heath-nii?" Orion added before shaking his head bemusedly. "I never expected that you'd dash out the moment I mentioned why our target is so depressed.""Ahaha... ye
To be frank, out of all the things that have happened in his civilian life, Heath was really not expecting the academy to be generous enough to allow this to happen."School trip, huh?" he mutters as he watches the papers given by the class reps to all the students.“I never thought they’d let us join them on this,” While it is a program held by the academy for every class, Class I-9 is a special case. Through the memories of his parallel self, he remembered how over the passing years, whenever this class was formed, they never really got the chance to have a school trip, so why–“They passed their passing grade,” Orion, who was watching the class from outside, leaned against the window frame next to where Heath was leaning. “Wait, really?” Heath blinked, not expecting that. He had seen the students' scores, and well, they're actually disastrous.“Yeah, well,” Orion shrugged, “Miller says their passing grade is different from the other classes. Though I’m sure she also arranged some
"It's the end..." At last, he had managed to avenge his fallen comrades and bring an end to Nyxen's tyranny over this once lush land. Glancing over the bloodied room, the swordsman had always been terrified of the moment he would become the king. It had been a fate he had avoided, being the only prince of this cursed kingdom. Yet, had he known that relinquishing his rights would result in this ring of fire, he would never have run away. If only he had known the number of souls sacrificed and the losses he would endure. 'If only I could turn back time and stop being a coward...' However, that was nothing more than wishful thinking. After all, he couldn't possibly turn back time. Even with all the existing magic, including vile elements itself and the Quadradirmia, there had never been a way to alter the flow of time. It was something beyond human jurisdiction. "Congratulations, Your Majesty. You finally did it," that short comment was uttered by none other than his sworn brother, Er
"Ah... so this is it?" He had always pondered the fate of people after death, offering prayers each night as he relentlessly fought for the war to come to an end. His fervent wishes were for his cherished loved ones to be relieved of their suffering. ‘I suppose... At least death brings tranquility.’ Setting aside the anguish of betrayal he had endured, there was a peculiar sense of solace in being slain by Ernesh. After all, there was no one left to hold on to, and living with the burden of guilt weighing on his soul... perhaps departing from that world now that he had reclaimed the throne wasn't such a terrible outcome. ‘I mean, at least I didn’t leave my role behind on purpose this time?’ As he drifted into what appeared to be an unending abyss, a bitter smile graced his lips… … Or that was until— . . . . . "WAKE UP, MADAFAKA!!!" WHACK! "Ack!" That brunet exclaimed as he clutched his throbbing head. "The fuck!? Who–!?" Blinking excessively, those brown eyes widened i