‘I feel drowsy, like I’m swimming through the air. I want to move, but… I feel so tired.’

It felt as if he was looking down from outside his body, like a ghost.

‘…A dream?’

As soon as he realized he was in a dream, the landscape exploded into crimson flames. Joshua recognized this place from his past and his present.

‘The Agnus Duchy…!’ Duke Agnus’s grand palace, rivaling the splendor of the Imperial Palace, was ablaze. One figure, sword in hand, stood with his back to the smoldering castle.

‘Aden von Agnus?’ No… it was not him. The man wielded Duke Aden’s signature ink-black greatsword, but that face…

‘Babel von Agnus.’ His son. According to the future in his first life, Babel would be the next Duke Agnus. However, he wasn’t the prepubescent boy Joshua knew now, but a fully grown man.

‘Is this what...