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There was a family with a task.

Great Prien.

How great was it that it was given the modifier ‘great’?

It was a question that anyone would have, but people in the world did not question it.

500 years ago. The achievement of sealing the demon god and saving the world from destruction was worthy of a grandiose title.

But yesterday,

The first master of the great Prien fainted after being hit by a girl he didn’t even know where she came from.

The rumor spread quickly. It was the perfect source of gossip for the occupants of the quiet, remote castle.

Doubt, worry, sadness. Eyes filled with various emotions were glancing towards the end of the hallway.

*

The dawn of the Prien family. The deepest bedroom.

‘Does this make sense?’

The owner of the bedroom was a boy.

The boy, Siron Prien, recalled what happened at the time of his possession.

It wasn’t enough to allow a girl who wasn’t even ten years old to be hit, and she fainted in an ugly manner. It was easy to remember because it had only been a day.

‘You’re such a petulant little boy.’

Crackling-

Shiron gritted his teeth as he remembered his younger sister, who had recently become part of his family.

The younger sister’s identity is none other than Lucia Prien, the main character of the game [Reincarnation Sword God].

‘The person I met right after I was possessed was Lucia… It’s funny.’

In a way, I could say I was lucky. You don’t have to go through all the trouble of looking for characters in the main story.

However, Siron did not like the fact that he was thrown into the situation without any preparation.

Just one day.

No, if I had only been given one hour, I wouldn’t have done something stupid like provoking someone from the first meeting, and I wouldn’t have fainted after being hit.

‘Can you barely say something like that?’

The more I think about it, the more my hands and feet tremble from the absurdity.

‘This is someone’s plot. Otherwise there is no explanation. Unlucky things should only happen once or twice, so why do they only happen to me in a row? .’

The death of his childhood friend, and his possession as a character from a game she created. It is a hectic situation in which unpleasant incidents occur one after another. To make matters worse, a child who looked less than 10 years old hit me and knocked me unconscious.

Although my mental strength was considered to be above average, it was not easy to maintain composure at this point.

“Not an adolescent brat…”

Of course, it is true that Siron said something rude to her.

Just one word that says you don’t seem to have any friends.

Even if you are not a smart person, you can deduce that these words were not expressed out of pure kindness.

However, Siron also doesn’t know why he said those words to her.

That pissed him off even more.

Unfortunately, I ended up mistaking the game character for my deceased childhood friend. Siron’s mind was a mess at the fact that he had done such a ridiculous thing.

“Plague.”

Is it because of regrets that haven’t been resolved yet? Or was it because of the realization that I had released old feelings on an unrelated person?

Siron’s face was hot from embarrassment.

‘Even so… why is it Shiron and not the main character?’

Siron recalled the scene he saw on the monitor before being possessed.

The silhouette of Lucia, a red-haired girl, stroking the grown-up Siron’s chest.

It was a scene where a character who looked like him was consumed as a person who helped the main character, and he was punished for Cider before leaving.

If it were just this, I wouldn’t have let out my anger by swearing. Because he remembered more than a dozen scenes of Siron being killed by Lucia.

Siron raised his head and looked at the mirror in the corner.

A young face, and a somewhat familiar face. It wasn’t just because I saw it in the game.

Siron Prien resembles himself in his previous life. As if it was intentionally created that way.

“…….”

I got goosebumps for a moment.

Unlike before, I roughly rubbed my arms with my smaller hands.

Unfortunately, I was possessed not by Lucia, the main character, but by Siron.

And that too, with a theory that you can never clear the game.

That meant that if he continued like this, he would be killed by his own half-sister. Even if this is not the case, I believe that poetry will not be able to overcome the crisis that will come in the future.

Siron recalled the predator’s gaze directed at him.

I don’t know if it was because of the red hair, but it seemed like a red energy was flowing out, and I don’t know if it was because of the golden eyes, but it seemed like there was a tingling murderousness coming out of the eyes.

To be honest, it’s scary.

“…what should I do.”

Siron, a mere extra and expendable villain, cannot defeat Lucia. Those clear facts piled up layer after layer in Siron’s mind.

Siron massaged the back of his neck.

This was not the time to vent my anger over losing a fight with a girl who looked like she was in elementary school.

No matter how young she was, her previous life was as a warrior who defeated a demon god.

In comparison, what about ‘Chiron Prien’?

Siron Prien is a descendant of a family of warriors.

But the same goes for Lucia.

What else is there…

“… … No one is better than the main character.”

Swordsmanship and magic skills. The amount of mana, stamina, and even the holy power that can be obtained through baptism!

Is this why it is a hopeless situation? Siron washed his face dry one after another.

In the scenario, Shiron always had an inferiority complex towards Lucia. His half-sister, who is two years younger than him.

I believed that there was a big difference between myself, who trained in a good environment and drinking good elixirs at home, and my younger sister, who dug potatoes with her single mother on the outskirts of the countryside.

‘I’m glad I’m not the real Shiron.’

Siron heaved a sigh of relief and was able to regain some of his composure.

I think it’s fortunate that I’m not Siron Prien and that I don’t have an inferiority complex towards Lucia.

‘Shiron is beautifully broken by Lucia. As miserable as yesterday. It’s not like it’s right after being possessed. Even if we brought out all of Siron’s true skills, it was impossible to beat Lucia.’

The timing has just moved forward a little. It was predictable that Siron would lose miserably to Lucia.

complex? There is no choice. For what reason would one be jealous and envious of the strongest person who will put the world at his feet in the future?

You were born that way anyway… so just ignore it. The theory of the scenario is that of a child, since the person he is now is an ‘adult’ who is old enough to age.

Even though the body has become smaller, the head remains the same.

however.

‘That’s it.’

Shiron unfastened his clothes and looked at his chest.

Strangely enough, even though I received a blow that knocked me unconscious, not even a single bruise was left, let alone the slightest pain.

Based on the setting, he was a descendant of Prien, who was born with dragon powers, so even if he rotted, he was just fine.

But that doesn’t mean the fact that we were brutally beaten yesterday disappears.

A flame burned in Siron Prien’s heart.

The boy jumped out of his seat and stood up.

He prided himself on being an adult. However, he was an adult who did not forget his grudges.

*

“Ten years old… ten years old.”

“Yes, that’s right. You are about two years older than the girl who came with the matriarch not long ago.”

“Thank you Yuma.”

Siron nods his head as if satisfied. Yuma, the maid at Dawn Castle, blinked in doubt.

“But are you suddenly asking me my age? Is it true that you are feeling uncomfortable in some way due to the shock of the other day?”

Yuma, the maid in charge of the overall affairs of the Dawn Castle, seems to be worried about her little master.

Red hair cut moderately to the shoulders. The tip is dyed even more red. When she tilts her head slightly, her flowing hair and the horns that grow out on the side of her head make it clear that she is a mysterious person who does not exist in the real world.

“No, just. It’s no big deal. Your father brought your younger sister with you this time, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all along, that I want to have a younger sibling. But I never thought my father would have a gift like this planned. Don’t you think he’s a truly amazing person?”

“……Is that so.”

Siron raises the corners of his mouth slightly and gives a playful answer.

Yuma started to worry about his little master.

Was it a week ago?

Prien’s matriarch, Glenn Prien, visited the Dawn Castle for the first time in a long time.

Glenn, who rarely stays in one place, has returned to Dawn Castle. Unlike always, with a girl with red hair similar to mine at my side.

‘young master….’

Yuma knew Shiron well because he had been watching him since he was a newborn. There was a clear sense of contempt on Siron’s face when he first encountered his half-brother.

But the young boy did not show it. Because I was educated in poetry.

however.

It is inevitably revealed through small words and actions such as hand gestures, gait, and a slight glance. That act of not wanting to be near dirty dirt made Yuma think a lot.

‘You poor fox.’

He is a master who lost his mother at a young age. It was the face of a master who had rarely seen a smile since that day. However, even before the pain went away, Yuma could easily predict how he would feel as he faced his half-brother.

‘That young master collapsed yesterday. The maid who was watching said that they were defeated miserably without even having a chance to do anything…’

Despite his cold and haughty impression, Yuma, who was very sensitive, felt the tip of his nose grow cold.

“Boy…”

“What.”

Siron was taken aback by Yuma’s sudden action of embracing him.

“If you need help at any time, please let me know. I am always on your side. There is no need to embrace it all alone. Master.”

“…Okay. If I need help with something later, I’ll ask you a favor.”

“Ah.”

In the end, Shiron held out a handkerchief to Yuma, who could not hold back his tears.

Yuma accepted the handkerchief held out with his fern-like hand and carefully wiped away tears, his cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

“Then, excuse me.”

“Yes.”

The maid, who must have calmed down a little, greeted Siron politely and turned around. Her steps were strangely fast, as if she wanted to get out of the place in a hurry.