"How come?" I told myself. I stared forward seeing the dark view with a thick fog around us all made the vision short.
I held the chest using my left hand, which was hit by the sword. The flesh was torn, bleeding from the inside, and some muscle tissue was no longer useful.
I raised my hand, the blood that kept flowing out of the affected part of the attack. I did not think of myself anymore, but this was the backward part of my country's defense, and I failed in this matter.
I knelt. Letting go of the sword I held in my right hand and giving it to the ground, I turned my head to the extremely dark sky and prepared to rain down on this battlefield.
The blood continued to flow. I had given up and didn't try to hold back the blood that was coming out of my body because the wound was very serious in the chest across the shoulder.
Is this the end of my life? I have sacrificed everything for my country even though I was already prepared before this war.
The rain spots on my head that were not protected from the zest helmet made a cold drop felt on the head, and the falling water produced a rhythm on my armor that sounded loud in my ears.
Soon, the rain, which only fell slowly and not much, turned into monsters that came endlessly: heavy rain.
The rain invaded the ground in front of me and as the ground was our troops and the rain was the enemy's troops, the ground was destroyed by water and continued to have holes because of the rain that invaded without end.
I lifted my left hand half and opened the palm. I accommodated water in the blood full of blood, and the blood slowly faded from my hand after a while, sticking there.
The clear water had turned dark brown because it was combined with dirt and my blood, once again, I asked myself 'Can I live a normal life after this?'
The rain made my ears almost unable to hear anything because of the rain that was exposed to this iron armor, but the sound of the soles of the feet and the movement of the armor was clearly heard in my ears.
The voice approached me who was helpless and kneeling, I tried to turn towards him with very blurry vision, my eyes were full of water flowing from my hair, it hurt when it touched my eyes.
Standing upright in the rain, at first I saw a sign or logo on the part of his armor that marked he was in which fraction but I could not see it, he stood holding a big sword and getting closer to me.
Do I hope what comes to help?
I really hope for help.
The soldier wearing the armor lifted his sword high to the sky, in the position only dropped and swung his sword.
In this heavy rain, I heard the swing of slender iron cutting through the wind and falling water, tearing the air in its path until finally, the first part touched my neck.
I did not hear anything until the last moment I saw myself. I felt like I was lying with my head on the ground, and I couldn't feel my body anymore.
Does ... this feel like death?
Like being in a long hallway but there is only darkness on each side that is increasingly narrow and leaving a point at the end that is very far in this darkness.
My body ran but I did not order it, it was like running by itself to a point that gave a bright light to this dark tunnel.
My destiny!
"Huft - huft - huft–" I woke up from my sleep, like an ordinary person who had passed a bad dream I saw around the room.
I tried to get my breath and began to calm down a little. I looked left and right and traced the entire dark room.
The dark room only radiates light from the sleeping light that emits elegant yellow, and then there is lighting from the moon that passes through the window and reflects on the curtain.
The luxurious white wall with several luxurious decorations even gives a little detail to the wall that reflects the light, how clean the wall is.
Damn, where am I? I asked while exploring this strange room.
The large curtains were undulating due to the blowing wind, I let go of the blanket and tried to get off the bed.
Floors with luxurious materials that maintain the warmth that only nobles can find, I stepped towards the table which had a mirror there.
Staring at the mirror in this dark room there is only lighting from the sleeping lamp in the corner of the room.
I saw myself in the mirror, with wavy black hair, brown eyes like bright gold, and handsome faces of young people like artists.
This is not how I looked at that time.
What? What happened to me? Am I alive again? Didn't I die in that big war, how could I come back to life even though my head was already split open?
I kept asking myself, then turned to an object that reflected light in my eyes, there was no way I was not curious about that object.
'Wein Arcveil' is Written in Latin letters.
Is this the name of this child? Wein Arcveil?
I traced the whole room, before that I made sure to lock the door of the room first so that it was not known by the house people, where did you start? I asked, then I tried to explore the white table with shapes carved in detail that looked luxurious, I opened the first drawer to see if there was a book about me? But because the room is this big I speculate that I was reborn as the son of a nobleman.
In the novels I once read in my old world, it felt unpleasant to mention my old world and I still resisted it.
In the novel that I have read, if I'm not mistaken, transmigration, huh? Some of the main characters in the story are trying to find ways to return to their old world but what am I looking for in my old world? I'm dead and I'm just living a lonely life there, it doesn't matter if I try to live this life and not repeat the events I did in my old world.
The more logical thinking that continues to calm myself, and I have considered I want to be in this world this time.
Some scattered papers made me curious about his writing, I raised one of the many papers there and saw what was written; Allows me to find answers about himself (Wein).
White paper with full writing, I read it in my heart 'Brithonia, sperum, tomorrow is the first day I enter the most prestigious academy in the world, with all my hard work finally all this is avenged, with which core has reached platinum and this is extraordinary enough to the same age sixteen kids know.' What? I was surprised to read that there were so many things I didn't understand, starting from he was going to enter the Academy tomorrow? and I didn't know anything about this world. Then he mentioned which core is Platinum. What's that?
What time is it now? I looked to the right and looked to the left, looking for the wall clock, which was usually displayed on the top wall.
Looking around until I found a wall clock above the door that led to another room, I thought it was the bathroom because it was at the end.
Damn, I hissed after finding out that it was already 02.00 and there were only less than three hours left before sunrise.
Alright, at least I learned a few things and tried to do some things so as not to be too surprised for tomorrow.
Now I have made a target, namely looking for a book about life or history in this world and also about the essence of what Wein wrote.
I stepped into the corner of the room full of a book that was arranged neatly on a bookshelf, I was grateful because they used Latin letters and the same language as my life if not all this would take time.
I took a few steps but tried to speed up my steps so as not to take too much time, picking up one of the books that was right in front of my face.
'The Continent of Britonia' then I turned and glanced at a dark green book that looked worn out with illegible writing, and this immediately caught my attention.
I took the book easily, making the dust around him scattered in front of my face, seeing unreadable writing and hoping to read it.
Wiping the book which was covered in dust, and opening it to the first page, the writing was unreadable at first, then I tried to take a few steps back from there and sat down to read and get a little light.
'Power of Devine' Chapter I: Mana Cores.
After seeing the title I was surprised, why can I read that easily?
One of the possible things is because I have learned his language in this world so I'm not surprised anymore because of this.
But makes me wonder, am I born in a world that has strength? I have to read all this before morning arrives.
And...
Am I born in the magic world?