I woke up. Everything looked blurry.
Where am I?
The last thing I remembered was standing on the verge of death during World War III.
Who won? How am I alive? And where am I?
I was lying in a luxurious place—at least, that's what I could tell from staring at the ceiling above me.
I could hear people talking.
Who are they? What are they saying?
This language… wait. I can understand it.
Maid Ashia: "Congratulations, Your Highness. It's a boy."
Queen Alica: "Looks like he caught my white hair, dear."
King Aelond: "Don't give me that! He surely has my face!"
"He might as well inherit my caliber personality."
Queen Alica: "Caliber? You mean careless, unserious, and fragile? No way. I'm not allowing that. Definitely not your personality."
King Arlond: "What? Fragile? Unserious? My personality is almighty."
Queen: "Nah."
Maid Ashia: "What will you name him, Your Highnesses?"
King Arlond: "How about Nooh?"
Queen Alica: "No… it doesn't fit him."
"How about… R-Raidan?"
"Yes. It's Raidan."
King Arlond: "Yes, it truly fits him."
What are they talking about? A baby boy? Highnesses?
Are those rulers of a country?
As an international messenger of my country, I had met many kings—but never them.
Wait.
Why is my body so small?
It's as if I'm a baby—
A baby?!
Is this some kind of surgery to save me from certain death?
Maid Ashia: "Prince Arthur, Princess Elilia, have you come to see your newborn brother, Prince Raidan?"
King Arlond: "This child has quite a remarkable presence. I've never felt such presence from a baby before."
Prince Arthur: "I look forward to teaching a kid with this presence swordsmanship. I'm going to be his senpai!"
Princess Elilia: "I hoped for a prodigy as a younger brother, and this presence is proof. I'll give it my all to make you a mage prodigy."
Prince Arthur: "Wait—are you saying I'm not a prodigy?"
Princess Elilia: "But could he be a sorcerer? Is it even possible for three sorcerers to come from the same bloodline?"
King Arlond: "Perhaps. But we won't know until he turns five."
Maid Ashia: "I will take the young prince to rest now."
Magic? Swordsmanship? Sorcerers? Mages?
I'm a baby…
Don't tell me—
No way.
I-I-I got reincarnated into another world?!
The kind from fantasy comics?
…Huh.
I guess I'll just start a brand-new life.
As Raidan