Chapter 3: A Leap to the Past and the Truth of Time
Kyle, the fallen warrior now inhabiting his seven-year-old self, moved with a speed unbefitting a child. He approached the maid, his face pale and his blue eyes fixed on hers, an urgency that didn't match his age.
"What day is it?!" he asked, his childish voice barely disguising the seriousness of his tone.
The maid, a little surprised by his outburst, quickly recovered. "Today is February 27th, year 1782, Master Kyle."
Kyle processed the date. In his mind, the gears of despair and strategy began to turn. 1782... Fifteen years until the Great Crimson War begins. The name echoed in his head, a nightmare burned into memory. A war named for the blood, for the red that covered everything. At that moment, when humanity was on the verge of extinction, I returned to the past.
The contrast was brutal. The empire, now at peace, was unrecognizable. There were no traces of demons, not even their corrupt aura. The Five Clans of the Empire, humanity's pillar, had swept every corner, confirming the absence of darkness. And he, Kyle, the fifth son of the great duke and Patriarch of the Zujesh Clan, was in the center of that oasis of calm.
Just then, a woman with yellow hair and tear-filled green eyes burst into the room. She rushed to Kyle, embracing him with desperate strength. "It's such a relief you're well, my son!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with relief.