Arx Raytheft, the son of a viscount, had a strange dream that night.


　It was about a man's life. It is about a man born into an ordinary family in a world completely different from the one in which Arx lives. He spent his teens and early twenties in school and died in a freak accident, a common life that could be found anywhere.


　Arx relived it, if I may say so.
　He was exposed to the history and culture he had learned in school in the world of men.
　He learned of the existence of science, a technology so far removed from our world.
　I won prizes in competitions.
　I made friends.
　And made love.


　The dreams I had were always rambling and vague, but they were very real, too vivid to be called dreams.
　It was like a reverse version of the dream of the man's world, or like the butterfly dream of the man's world.
　It could be that there was no such thing as Arx in the first place, and that the awakening of Arx was a dream that the man who had been in the accident was having at the moment of his death.


　That's how long the dream had lasted and how much it had affected Arx.
　So much so that when he woke up, he thought the bed in Raytheft's house was the one the man slept and woke up in every day.


　No, Arx was already aware that his ego was being pulled by the man to a great extent.
　It is said that a person's character is formed by their past experiences, but despite the fact that Arx is only six years old, he has now acquired a mature and adult way of thinking like a man.


　Above all, when he thinks about his girlfriend, who had to die before they could get married, he naturally bursts into tears. It's as if it's me. There is no doubt in my mind that Arx has been assimilated into the man.
　During the day, partly because of this, but also because of a combination of factors, I developed a severe fever. His temperature rose quickly and he became as sick as a man with the flu.


　While Arx was lying in bed, a man and a woman, dressed differently from the servants, came to visit him.
　A man with silver hair and a woman with brown hair, a common sight in this world. Of course, Arx knew these two people well.


　They were Arx's parents, Joshua and Selina Raytheft.


"Father ......, Mother .......


　Arx called out to his blood parents in the heat of the moment.
　As if he wanted them to help him.
　But the next moment, they looked into Arx's face, and their expressions became distorted.


...... You're a stubborn kid.

...... Yeah.


　It was as if they had seen a bug crawling on the ground.
　His parents gave him a cold stare.


　Then Arx remembered.


　--That's right. I'm not very good at magic and I was disinherited a while ago.


　Arx Raytheft, age six.
　From the day he got the memories of a man, his story of rise begins.