HB Translations

  "I was terribly tired , but after waking up, I endured the sleepiness and ate breakfast. The breakfast served at the inn didn't look particularly appetizing, but it was warm, and perhaps because my body needed it, it tasted good when I ate it. Seeing me like that, Novem looked relieved. 'You seemed awfully tired yesterday, but you look fine today, don't you? Your complexion isn't bad either.' Since waking up, I've been completely dependent on Novem. I even let her help me wash my face, brush my teeth, and set my hair. Several times, I heard the First Generation's voice shouting at me, mostly telling me not to rely on Novem. For some reason, they seem to be quite concerned about Novem." "It's not just the First Generation. From the Fourth Generation back—the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Generations—they all seem to be somewhat lenient with Novem. As for the Fifth Generation and onwards, perhaps because Novem's family is a vassal...

At night, I had dozed off while sitting on a chair in the corridor, only to find myself in an unfamiliar room—surrounded by my ancestors. How did things end up like this? Even I didn’t understand. “Seriously...” In the center of the room was a large round table, and we were all seated around it. The chairs were tall, with backs that rose higher than my head. They suited the luxurious atmosphere of the room, but something about them felt surreal. All over the room were embedded blue, glowing orbs. One such orb also glowed at the center of the table. “You were the one who messed up his education!” “Not me! The Walt House is patrilineal, and Lyle was officially chosen as the heir! It’s definitely not my fault! If I’d been there, I would’ve smacked my son!” A barbarian-looking man and my grandfather were grappling and arguing. Although the barbarian man seemed stronger, the rest of the room looked on indifferently. Ignoring the two, the discussion returned to me. A man dressed like a hunte...

  On top of the wagon, I turned my eyes toward the girl sitting across from me. When I glanced at her, she was looking at me too. Our eyes met—then we both quickly looked away. “Hahaha, how cute and innocent,” chuckled the middle-aged traveling merchant, watching us with amusement. Her name is Novem Focksuz. Her hairstyle—a side ponytail—matched her long, light brown hair, giving her a bright, energetic impression. She carried a square leather bag, likely packed with travel gear. She wasn't wearing the dress I usually saw her in. Instead, she’d chosen something easier to move around in. Her thick-soled boots made her look taller—more like a grown woman. Normally calm and composed, today she seemed a little tense. I leaned forward and whispered low enough that the merchant wouldn’t hear. “How did you know? And more importantly—are you out of your mind, coming with me like this?” “…Was I a bother?” With a troubled look, Novem, second daughter of a baron household, replied softly. Fro...

  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....