Character images available on
instagram: @leywin16_
-Lucian's POV-
After hours of exhausting training, I finally collapsed on my bed and drifted into a deep sleep. The night passed, and soon the morning sun rose. Today, Mother took me for a walk around the village.
Our village was called Lindoria—a place surrounded by vast farmlands, located not too far from the borders of the Baldurak Kingdom. As I walked beside her, I realized just how respected my father was here. Every villager looked at him with admiration. No surprise, since Father was once a remarkable adventurer.
"Hey, Lucian! Where are you heading?"
I turned and saw a tall, muscular man waving at me. That was Riven Fenric, a well-known adventurer in this village. Ranked B, if I remembered correctly. He often patrolled the nearby forest to hunt down dangerous monsters.
I smiled back. "Just strolling with my mother, Riven."
He grinned, puffing out his chest. "When you grow up, want to join me on an adventure?"
I smirked. "If I do, I'll slay all the monsters before you even get the chance."
"Hahaha! What a cheeky brat you are," he laughed.
After Mother finished buying ingredients, we returned home. My sister, Althea, greeted us, drenched in sweat from her training session with Father.
"How was your walk, Cian?" she asked, smiling.
"It was fun," I replied brightly. Deep inside, I felt… blessed. In this life, I had a family who truly cared for me. Unlike my previous one, where I was nothing but a lonely orphan.
The next day, Mother told me that Father would be leaving on a quest with his old party. They needed him for reconnaissance near the borders of Wolkaris.
When Father's former party arrived, the atmosphere was lively. Everyone in my family welcomed them warmly. I didn't recognize most of them, since the last time they visited was when Thea was just two years old—before my reincarnation.
I observed quietly from under a tree. Then, suddenly, one of the men walked over to me. He had black hair, a scar near his right eye, and a body packed with muscle. His aura was overwhelming.
"So this is the brat born from two of our former comrades?" he said with a grin.
I blinked. "Two? Isn't it just my father who was your party member?"
He roared with laughter. "Hahaha! So your father didn't tell you? Your mother used to be part of this party too!"
My eyes widened. Mother… was an adventurer too?!
Before I could ask more, a sharp voice rang out.
"Hey, Kairal! Stop bullying the kid!"
A long-haired woman approached and smacked him on the head.
"Who are you calling a witch, huh?!" she scolded when he muttered under his breath. Then, turning to me, her expression softened. "Don't mind this old fool, dear."
I just nodded awkwardly. Kairal gave me a final wave. "See you around, brat."
A moment later, Father approached.
"Cian, take care of your mother and sister while I'm gone. I'll be back soon."
I nodded firmly. "Don't worry, Father. I'll protect them."
And with that, he left with his comrades.
Not long after, my sister stormed over to me, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Come on, Cian! Let's spar again!"
I gripped my practice sword, determination burning in my chest. "Alright, Thea. Let's go!"
We clashed until the sun was nearly setting. By that time, I had already lost thirty-four matches in a row. But this time… I swore I wouldn't lose.
"Thea! Let's begin!" I shouted.
She dashed forward, swinging at my shoulder. But suddenly, I could see her strike—every movement, every angle. I ducked and avoided the blow.
Thea's eyes widened. "You dodged that?!"
She unleashed a flurry of strikes, faster than before. Yet, somehow, my body moved on its own. I parried, dodged, and countered. My heart pounded. I can do this… I can actually win!
-Althea's POV-
How is he blocking all of this?! I thought, gritting my teeth.
Lucian's expression was burning with determination. He refused to give up. I swung harder, aiming a finishing blow at his chest.
But—
Crack!
He struck the same spot on my wooden sword over and over. Finally, it snapped.
Lucian pointed his sword at me, smiling proudly. "This time, I win, Sis."
I stood frozen, then let out a small laugh despite the sweat dripping down my face. "Hah… my little brother really is a genius."
-Lyanna's POV-
From the shade of a tree, I had been watching everything. My heart skipped a beat.
A five-year-old… able to read his sister's strikes and break her weapon? That's no coincidence.
Althea was already blessed with extraordinary talent. At six years old, she could sense mana, wield two elements, and was on the verge of reaching the blue stage.
And Lucian… he had been able to sense mana since he was three, even though his element hadn't revealed itself yet. His mana was pure red—neutral, untrained. Yet now, he displayed a precision and instinct no child should have.
I clutched my chest. Both of them… in the future, they may very well become the strongest mages this continent has ever seen.