Today, I finished my daily routine of crushing and breaking 300 large trees with my bare hands.
　Even though the trees are several times the size of an adult's girth, my strength allows me to break them without any problems.
　It has been twelve years since I started at the age of five.
　Nowadays, when I start this training early in the morning, it is over before the sun has even risen.
　As a result of this constant practice, the surrounding mountains have been cleared of trees, and the outlook has become much better than in the past.
　As I wipe the sweat from my lightly burning body, the only thing I can see through my peeling clothes is the scar on my body.

　The ---- blood curse.

　In the event you're a slave, you've got to be able to make a contract for your life in blood, which is the worst kind of curse. Each of these wounds has a different way of being lifted, and even I can't lift it unless I know what it is. In addition, when the contractor dies, he dies three days later.

　Ars Dittrand.
　There's no one in this world who doesn't know that name.
　It's the name of the wizard who killed Hell Artyo, one of the four dragons, and the name of the young prince of Carlitz. It's also my name. But I'm not Ars Ditland now.

　Ars Ditland is dead.
　As the saying goes, my body could not withstand my own overpowering magic and I died at the young age of thirty.
　But at the time, I was researching an unseen magic called reanimation. By chance, I was able to create a reincarnation spell.
　What I found out after my research was that the soul has some limitations.
　Among them, there was a loophole in the matter of memory. The soul and memory are not necessarily the same thing.
　I separated the soul from the memory and used it without hesitation.

　And I was reborn as the Walth Rhino.
　I got the best body I could ever hope for, but I never thought I'd be reincarnated from a prince into a slave family.
　To be honest, this reincarnation was a success, but there were many failures.
　One is that I was born as a slave with limited freedom.
　The other was that my body could not withstand the full force of my magic without training.
　It's coming to an end, and I have the perfect body for it.

My father, the head of the Sai clan, spoke to me in a dignified voice, "You have trained tirelessly until today, Walth.

　I replied with a laugh, "This level of training is no more than a preparatory exercise.

You are the only one in the family who can laugh at this level," he said with a slight twitch in his cheeks.

"So, what brings you here, father?

　This was the first time in years that my father had come to the place where I was training. Even though his manner was the same as usual, I judged that there must be something special about him.

"You're as perceptive as ever. Today is the day we will send you out as our escort slave.

　My father went on to explain what an escort slave was, but I interrupted him with my hand.
　It is customary for those of noble rank and above to practice a system called the Crown. In order to protect their territory, they must become adventurers, go to the battlefield and show their merits to the world.
　This will reduce the number of invaders and increase the number of people who want to join the government or the army. That's why I killed the ravenous dragon Hellartio.
　That's why I need a skilled and trustworthy person to accompany me on my journey. That's why some people use escort slaves for absolute obedience.
　I thought that the whole family would be of a certain status, since they were tamed with blood curses. .......

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

　I said as a matter of course.
　The rhinoceros clan are slaves, but they train hard and have a strong body and fighting strength. Even when I was Ars Ditland, I had heard that there was a clan that specialized in such combat.

It's about time I told you," my father said, stroking his beard, which was starting to turn gray, "the Londobros of the Kingdom of Eurasia. You'll be working as a guard slave for Her Highness Princess Ceretia.

　The Kingdom of Euresia, a country I had never heard of when I was a prince, confused me a little.
　Perhaps the world had changed without my knowledge.
　As a slave and with nothing around me, I never had the chance to learn about such things.
　It might have been a mistake to have been born without magic and to have trained only my body.

Is the country a great power? I asked seriously.

It's small. It's small. There's a big country a little further away called the Kingdom of Carlitz.
"No, I'm glad to hear it, because the small country sounds more interesting.

　If the Kingdom of Carlitz exists, then at least the world hasn't changed that much.
　Maybe I've been reincarnated in a different time line. I can use magic to find out now, but I'll figure it out soon enough, and I'll prioritize my preparations for Eurecia.



　　　　　　　Three days after my father's report.

　Three days after my father's report, I departed for the Kingdom of Euresia and had the opportunity to meet a group of about 20 travelers.
　They were not a wealthy group of travelers, but my outfit seemed to be terrible even to them, and I instantly understood that there was a distance between us that could not be bridged.
　At first, I thought that my outfit, which was too shabby to be described as clothes and consisted of just a piece of cloth tied up with a rope, was terrible, but after seventeen years of wearing it, I had become accustomed to it and my senses seemed to have gone haywire.

　I casually mentioned the current kingdom of Kurlitz to the travelers. What I found out was that seventeen years had passed since my death, and that Ars Ditland was still alive and well.

　It turned out that the time axis had not shifted at all due to the reincarnation, but the shocking fact that I was supposed to be alive made me dizzy.
　I guess they thought that my name would make it easier for them to rule the great kingdom of Carlitz. But I wondered if it was worth hiding the fact that I was dead, and I worried about my brother Ils, the current king. As far as I knew, Ils was not that stupid.

　It turned out that the place where I had been training was in the country of Chloriana, which was under the direct jurisdiction of the Church of Chlorina, which supported the Adventurer's Guild.
　Although it is a country, it is in the center of the world, in a region of permanent neutrality where the Pope resides.

　I couldn't help but think that it would have been better if Her Highness had just come here.
　She would have to follow the Crown System herself, with me as her escort slave, but then she would have to go through the formalities here in Croliana at least once.