I, Ybriel Solgren, died at the hands of the emperor at the age of fourteen with the fall of the family.….”
I thought he was dead.
However, when I opened my eyes, it was back to my birthday 9 years ago.
“Am I supposed to be five years old?”
I was confused by the unknown regression.
If all goes according to plan, Solgren will be destroyed and I will die again.
The only way to avoid a terrible fate is to increase the power of my father, Duke Herwin Solgren, and fight against the emperor.
Yeah. Daddy can protect me! That'll do it⋯⋯.
If there's only one problem, "Collock, Colloc⋯⋯!"
My dad is so sickly.
What should I do?* * *
Herwin shakes his sword expressionlessly.
It belonged to the scattered assassins.
"You're clumsy."
"You must have thought that was enough."
As he said, Herwin was 'known' to the world as sickly.
The sickly Northern Prince who was so weak that he couldn't even get out of bed, let alone a room. Contrary to rumors, however, Herwin was strong.
Overwhelmingly, even when dealing with several assassins alone, he did not disturb his breathing.
So that the child does not wake up.”