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  I looked into the mirror and brushed aside my blue hair. The reflection staring back at me looked utterly exhausted. Some spots on the bandages were still stained with blood, but the wounds had already closed. Even the burn marks had disappeared—perhaps thanks to some sort of medicine. "How are you feeling, young master?" I turned at the voice behind me and offered my thanks to the old man. "Thank you. I feel a lot better now." The old man was a gardener who lived and worked in a small shed built on the mansion grounds. Though he had family, he'd been living alone since his wife passed away. The shed, tucked away in a hidden corner of the estate's vast gardens, was apparently a repurposed storage building. "I'm glad to hear that. You were in quite a dangerous state. If it had been the mansion’s physician, the treatment might have been more thorough..." Though the old man sounded apologetic, he was once a soldier. He seemed to know a fair bit ...

  Prologue Lyle Walt was born the eldest son of the prestigious Count Walt House. He was supposed to inherit the family name, wealth, and legacy. That was his destiny. But reality had other plans. One day, he lost a decisive contest against his flawless younger sister—Celes Walt. Beautiful, talented, and beloved by all, Celes overshadowed him in every way. The result? Disinheritance. Cast aside like a failed prototype, Lyle was exiled from the house he had once called home. Defeated in both body and spirit, all that remained of his pride was a hollow shell. And yet, just before he left, he obtained a mysterious object. A blue jewel . Inside it were the skills and memories of the past heads of the Walt family—seven generations of ancestors, all brought back as lingering consciousnesses within the gem. At first, Lyle thought he had found salvation. Surely, with the guidance of his powerful and wise ancestors, he could rise again, reclaim his name, and forge his own legend....

  Another fine day today. Not that the sun is actually smiling or anything, and since I haven’t even seen a dog yet, I can’t say whether puppies smile either. …Though if they did, that’d be kind of terrifying. One of the maid girls is humming while cleaning the window. She’s got her back to me, so I can’t see her expression, but the way she sways her head and hair from side to side while she sings—she’s clearly enjoying herself. She’s probably smiling. She’s wiping even the corners and window sashes with meticulous care. And she does this every day . Today’s maid girl has blue hair . Maybe so she doesn’t get in the way of her own work, she’s tied her sky-blue hair back into a short ponytail with a matching ribbon. Her exposed white nape and the strands of hair slipping free add a subtle elegance to her fresh, youthful appearance. She’s probably around 150 centimeters tall. Since she can’t reach the top of the window, she’s standing on a stepladder she brought in herself...

  I Am a Baby. Born and raised in 21st-century Japan, in a perfectly ordinary household. Not to brag, but we were your run-of-the-mill working poor. Which is why... There’s no way in hell my room could be this big!! Naturally, we couldn’t afford to hire a maid or anything like that. And no, my mom was definitely not a cosplayer. …If she actually was, I think I’d die of rage. I mean, come on. My mom’s already p— Wait, the moment I tried to think about it, a chill ran down my spine! Puns aside... yeah, let’s forget that. She’s already hit the ○○-year mark. Even if she bathed in Dom○ohorn Wrinkle, she still wouldn’t pass for a teenager. More importantly—me? A baby? That’s gotta be a joke. I was definitely Japanese. Or at least, I think I was. For some reason, everything’s super hazy—I can’t even remember my name clearly—but I’m sure I had memories of living about twenty years or so. Old man dies, inheritance goes to me… Yeah, I can still recite my multiplication tables,...

  ――Warm spring sunlight poured down. A high, delicate laugh of a baby echoed through the quiet room. The white ceiling, easily as tall as two adult men standing on top of each other, was spotless. On the southern wall, a large transparent glass window. Not a trace of dust or fingerprints could be seen—every corner had clearly been meticulously cleaned. A gentle breeze drifted into the room through the slightly open window, causing the white lace curtain to sway softly. Just outside the window stood a single tree with vibrant, fresh green leaves. As the wind stirred the leaves and the curtain, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the glass was alternately filtered and blocked. This interplay of light and shadow danced across the white walls and the thick beige carpet, and the baby's laughter wove through it all, as if fairies of light and shadow were joyfully singing and dancing together. Though the room held bookshelves, a variety of plush toys, and sofas of various si...

  Status Plate Now that they'd committed to participating in the war, Hajime and his classmates had to learn how to fight. No matter how much latent, extraordinary power they possessed, they were still Japanese high school students steeped in pacifism. Suddenly fighting monsters and demons was impossible. However, Ishtar apparently anticipated this, stating that preparations were in place for them at the Heiligh Kingdom , located at the foot of God Mountain , where the Holy Church's main temple stood. The Kingdom had a close relationship with the Holy Church. It was the most traditional country, founded by a person named Sharm Bain , a direct descendant of Ehit , the Creator God worshipped by the Holy Church. With the Church behind the nation, it was clear how strong their connection was. Hajime and the others arrived at the Holy Church's front gate, ready to descend the mountain and head to the Heiligh Kingdom. The Holy Church was reportedly at the summit of God Mountain ....