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蘇りの魔王(Yomigaeri no Maou) – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Prologue

In the face of justice, evil will perish.

This is true, regardless of the era.
The embodiment of evil will be turned to cinders by the hand of those who embody righteous thinking.
The world will be bathed in light, the darkness will scatter, the world filled with radiance, and then the land will be granted eternal blessing.

It was the same in his case.
Evil had to perish; the story wouldn’t end otherwise, and for that reason he had to fall.
He bore that fate, that destiny.

And truly, in front of this eyes stood the embodiments of justice.

One stood boldly, wielding the holy sword that was now illuminating the dim hall of the Demon King’s Castle, and with a holy woman, an archmagus, and a sword master in tow.

Bearing the hopes of humanity on those small shoulders, the one who tirelessly worked to make those hopes a reality.

They were the one called the “hero”.

Were it possible, the demon king would have preferred them not come.
It would be better if nobody came for eternity, so he thought.
However, that wish of his was easily betrayed.

“You have come, O Hero!”

Though he felt resignation, so as to not let it show, he mustered up the loudest voice he could, and received them; the four who shouldered the hopes of humanity; the four who possessed greater coruage than anyone.

He slowly glared at each one of their faces.
No matter which it was, he could feel anxiety, and fear from them.
However, that was probably inevitable.
After all, they were standing there exposed before the one who ruled over all the demons in the land.

After all, one who possessed such great power that he could easily topple a city, or a country, was standing there before them.

On the contrary, it was praiseworthy that even now their faces held no resignation despite this.

Humans had foolishly come here to challenge him.

Hundreds of humans had perished before the might of the demon king.

The courage that brought them here despite this was praiseworthy, he thought.

The hero spoke.

“Are you, the demon king?”

“That’s right. It is indeed I, who am the master of this castle; the mighty one who reigns over the demons[/magic]; the demon king.”

Though a snigger about his arrogant lines escaped him, this too was what you could call ceremony.
He clearly named himself before the hero whose eyes housed great courage.

“I see. Then… let us settle this. Having come this far, there’s nothing left to say…”

Though it was obvious, the hero’s goal was the destruction of the demon king.
The demon king’s goal was also the destruction of the hero.

This was the logic of the world.
Even if there existed those who held doubts about this, and even if it was the demon king himself who felt this way, the demon king knew very well that there was no meaning in this.

Everything had already passed the turning point.
The time when things could still be talked out had gone by a long time ago.

Because of that, without saying a word, the next moment was already decided.

The hero who brandished the holy sword that was pointed his way.
The archmagus who began chanting his spells.
The holy woman who had chanted the scriptures for purifying evil.
The sword master who had begun strengthening his body, with power filled to the brim.

Without any hesitation, the four of them came together at the demon king to kill him.
They wished from the bottom of their hearts for the enemy of humanity to disappear.
After all, humanity’s hatred towards the demon king had already passed the point where dialogue was possible.
That’s why their attitudes were extremely matter of course.


It was the same for the demon king.
It was the same for demon race.

He understood that the ending wasn’t something easy to discover.
That at some point they needed to give up, accept, forgive, and join hands was something he also understood.

However, his heart couldn’t accept it.
He had devoted himself to hatred; a desire to rampage until he was exhausted incessantly tempted his heart.

This was something he thought each time he turned his eyes towards those who had clouded his eyes with hatred.
‘We’re exacting revenge on those who not only endlessly killed our brethren, but even denied our right to exist; what’s wrong with that?’ he would think.
‘We’re answering hatred with hatred; what’s wrong with that?’ he would think.

He understood that logically, this would bear not a single result; it was something close to self-satisfaction.
However, even if it wouldn’t bear any result, they could feel self-satisfied.
Their hearts would feel better.
And this wasn’t the case for only the demon king; the same could be said of all the brethren who attacked humanity.
Because of that, though it wouldn’t bear any fruit, he would tell himself that it was necessary as a foundation for the future of the demon race, and continued to fight.

In the end, at this moment, he thought from his heart that he had surely been mistaken, but even so, there was nothing he could do about it.

To begin with, the one who bore the responsbility in the beginning was humanity.
Though it sounded like an excuse, the demon king thought about the cause of this situation.

Long ago, humanity had decided that those who lived by magic; demons, were a harm to this world.

After all, unlike magic beasts which were no more than animals, humans had labelled the demon race who clearly possessed intelligence, reason, and culture as a harm to the world that they wouldn’t accept.

And then they declared that killing demons as one pleased, stealing their lands, and plundering their property was fine.

From the eyes of the demon race, it was the conduct of a thief, and nothing more than the logic of a robber.

Despite this, as though it were natural and just, humanity used the light of god as a matter of course to claim authority, declared the demon race as enemies of god, and plotted their destruction.

Those kind of people, and the demon race.
Just which were closer to evil?

In front of the hero party, he thought again about the history of the humans and demons.
And suddenly thought,

‘In the end, both of them were probably wrong.’

‘Both the demon race, and the human race, had probably fatally erred in their choices’, he thought.

It was for this reason that despite both being humanoids who shared intelligence all the same, without comprimising or discussing, they turned their swords on each other, and ended up murdering each other.

Neither had thought back on their mistakes before it came to this, and continued to follow their warped convictions.

That the result was that they turned their trump cards, the hero and the demon king, against each other, might have been in a sense, truly a matter of course.

The victor of this fight would probably hold the world as a conqueror.

Would the demon race rule over the world, or would the humans reign supreme?

This was something that depended on the outcome of this battle.

It was something stupid.
It was something pointless.

Even if one of them won, they would probably begin new fights among themselves.
And once again, they would kill a lot of people, and then one day perish.

It was truly stupid.
Couldn’t they stop it at some point?
Was there nothing they could do about it?
At the very, very end, the demon king lamented over being unable to find an answer. However, even so, it was impossible that he and the hero could join hands now.

Both humans and demons had reached a point of no return.

Having come this far, there was nothing left to do, but fight.
There was nothing they could do, but fight.
Without them forcing a conclusion to this, the war wouldn’t end.
That’s why…

Having thought this far, the demon king naturally cycled mana through his body, turned to the heroes, and took a stance.

The one who held stronger mana than any demon, that held a stronger body than any being, was the personification of absurd strength; the demon king.

Just by casually collecting the greater mana in his body, the walls and floor of the castle cracked, and the heroes were faced with a Pressure strong enough that they wanted to despair.

It’s probable that a normal human would have died simply by being there.

However, even with a cold sweat, the heroes still stood.

The reason they still lived was because of the power they had trained over a long journey, and the fact that they held enough mana that they could be called monsters by normal standards.
The had overcome countless training, and even being granted the divine protection of spirits and god, they had already ascended to a level closer to what you would call a demon, rather than a human.

It was doubtful whether they had a place to belong to in their homelands, after defeating the demon king.
Humanity was terribly afraid of those who held great power.
It was for this reason that they feared the the demon race, and ended up persecuting them.
That’s why when they triumphantly returned to their homelands after defeating the demon king…

No, it was probably a needless worry.
Before thinking about that, he had to think about defeating the people in front of him, thought the demon king, focusing himself.
The mana released from his body became increasingly enormous, and just the emission of his mana was enough to overwhelm the hero and his companions.

The holy magic that the holy woman used was wrapped around the heroes, and was successful in weakening the power of the demon king.

However, perhaps because even this wasn’t enough, the four of them were sweating from their brows, and while bracing their legs, they turned sharp gazes towards the demon king.

However, it was not as though they couldn’t fight, and neither was it a major hindrance.

Perhaps because they thought that their chances of winning would decrease with time, the party of four exchanged looks with each other, and without testing the waters, as if to take the demon king down in one hit, immediately released the mana that dwelt in their bodies and began exercising their skills.

Following that, the heroes having smoothly finished their battle preparations, charged at the demon king with speeds unimaginable from the humans that had challenged him previously, and with attacks quite capable of taking a life, charged at the demon king with all their strength.


The battle between the heroes and the demon king was made extremely grand.
However, everything will eventually meet its end.

“…Ka, hah-…”

The holy sword was stuck in the demon king’s chest.
The holy light that repelled darkness and magic, being released by the holy sword, was purifying the power of darkness that clad the demon king.

The demon king couldn’t see the faces of the hero very well.
The hero clad in full body silver armour was even now donning a face-mask that revealed nothing but their eyes, after all.
Very few of the people who challenged the demon king had been so completely protected, but the magic that the demon king could use covered a great number of spells.
On the contrary, if you wanted to truly defeat the demon king, this much was natural.

Having said that, no matter how strong normal iron armour might be, it wasn’t enough to defend from even one attack from the demon king’s sword or magic.
However, even fragmented and scratched, with a number of indentations, the armour worn by the hero retained its original form, and was a treasure of an armour, made not of iron but of special materials like sacred silver{mithril}, stalwart iron{orichalcum} and god iron{hihi’irokane}.

The demon king was pierced by a sword that held a power that was the natural enemy of mana and darkness, and in his receding consciousness, as he looked behind the hero, the companions there were still on guard, pointing their staves and swords at him, and like the hero, they were clad in mana and holy spirit, befitting of their status.

It meant that their preparations were perfect.

Thinking this, a smile escaped the demon king.
That his loss here might have been a matter of course, he thought.
As for why, it seems that justice would always triumph, after all.

The hero, was justice.
And the demon king, was evil.

It was a ‘truth’ that had been passed down from a long time ago.
From the perspectives of humans, it was the Truth.

Because of that, it was correct that he had lost, thought the demon king, in the depths of his receding consciousness.

Perhaps because they had found question with the demon king’s expression, the hero spoke to him with a puzzled expression.
Even though conversation should have been impossible, having come to this.
Things like dialogue between the dying demon king, and the hero who was the cause, were needless after all.
However, the gears of fate had turned in an unexpected direction.
Thinking back upon it later, it might have been the moment that a great number of things had changed.
It was a moment of such importance.

“…Why, do you laugh. Are you scheming something?”

“No… nothing at all. Just…”


“The daughter of a friend has her birthday tomorrow, you see. I was just thinking that it’s a shame that I fall here…”

Thinking that it would be wrong somehow to speak the truth, the demon king spoke of something else.
Of course, it was not a lie.
That one of his subordinates and friends had a daughter whose birthday was tomorrow, was the truth.
And that had the heroes not come today, the demon king would have attended that celebration, was also the truth.

But now, that day would never come.
To steal away the demon king’s life for eternity, the hero’s sacred sword continued to release holy spirit.

From the day the demon king perished, the demon race would surely be face persecution.

The humans would do as they liked to them, and they might disappear as a species.

His friend’s daughter would probably lose her young life.

Considering all this, the demon king shed tears.

Seeing this, as though surprised, the eyes that peeked through the hero’s face plate widened, and as though having noticed something, the hero grimaced.
And then for what seemed like an eternity to the demon king, the hero quietly began to think about something, and nodding as though they had come to some conclusion, they wrang out words from their throat.

“It wasn’t… a lie, huh.”

For some reason the demon king felt from that voice a human kindness that he hadn’t up until now.
Even though the hero’s gaze had been filled with that much hatred and killing intent up until just a moment ago, the demon king could feel warmth from their voice.
Because of that, the demon king suddenly followed a whim.
At the very, very end, he decided to throw away his despair, and the hatred he couldn’t abandon, and decided to try honestly speaking what he already knew.

“Of course… Hero. …Right, this is the end… I shall tell you the truth… That up until now, what you and I have done, and what will continue into the future, is nothing more than slaughter. Can you understand that whether the demon race, or the human race, when it comes to what matters, there isn’t a difference at all?”

“What are you saying…?”

To the hero who had been taught that killing the demon king was justice, perhaps this was something that they couldn’t understand.
However, right now, having come to this very moment, the eyes of the hero were not stained with hatred.
They were in the true sense of the term, the eyes of a righteous person.
They were the eyes of a person who would truly look at the truth.
The demon king felt this, and believing in himself, he decided to speak some of the truth.

“…Hero. You may have been taught by the church that we demons are the envoys of evil, but you probably understand from looking at me. That how demons behave, and how humans behave, are completely the same… If you do not believe it, then it’s fine for you to check this with your own eyes from here on. You’ll probably see it. You’ll probably feel doubts about the slaughter of all demons by the orders of the chuch… At that time, if you feel even a little something… then for the future of the demon race, no, of humanity and demonkind…”

His consciousness became distant.
He could feel all of the substance that composed his body turning into magic {ether}.

The hero looked like they were brooding over it.
They went over the demon king’s words, and felt as though they could understand it.

Seeing this, having at least planted some sort of seed, the demon king was able to feel something close to satisfaction.

His consciousness became dark.

And then, a voice suddenly reached his ears.

“Understood… I’ll, believe your words. I’ve decided to look properly at the demon race, without holding suspicions.”

At that moment, the demon king noticed for the first time.
That certainly, he had thought that their voice was a little high for a man’s, but in fact it was a different matter.
Because after all, what came from the hero’s mouth, was the gentle voice of a woman.

The hero, was a woman.

Whilst feeling shock at what he realised at the very end, he felt amused at the nice memory he’d be taking the underworld.

In his steadily darkening field of vision, what he saw at the very end were the faces of the hero’s companions.

For an instant, the face of the holy woman entered his blurry sight.
Though he’d have thought that she’d look refreshed, having defeated the demon king, she was unexpectedly grimacing.

Even though the hero and the other two weren’t grimacing… why?
Even though he thought that he was prepared to die, he felt regret at just that issue.


‘If it’s that hero, then surely, they’ll consider the future of the demon race as well, won’t they?’

Dying with such an optimistic hope was surely a blessing, thought the demon king.

And thus, on that day, the demon king, known as the strongest demon in the world, had his life taken by the hero, and disappeared from the world completely.

‘And they all lived happily ever after. The end.’, in other words.
[‘medetashi, medetashi’]


It was said that souls existed.
Far in the distant past, the almighty god who had created all of the world, had given birth to all living things as equal.
It was a legend passed down in the demon race.
It was quite different from what humanity believed in.

However, that didn’t mean that because of this, the demons held prejudice against them as a race.
Because humanity had attacked, the demons had certainly held hatred towards them, but that didn’t mean that they denied their right to existence as a race, or any such vein of thought.

Humans, demons, magic beasts, demi-humans; their characteristics varied,  but their souls were created the same, and once they died, they would reincarnate eternally; so the demon race believed.

Because of this, when the 100th Demon King Luruslia Nord opened his eyes, he was not all that shocked at what he saw before him.

“…My, my, you’ve woken up. Good morning, Luru.”

It was a beautiful, human female.
Silky black hair like the night, and red eyes like blood. Smooth, white skin like light snow, and so wonderful a figure that it seemed that someone had carefully sculpted her.
Standing there was woman so beautiful that even women of the demon race, and ancient race{elven race}, the so called beautiful pair, would run away in shame.

For a member of the demon race that held no thoughts of prejudice, whether they were humans or elves, deeming beautiful things as beautiful was a matter of course.
Because of that, the human woman standing there was not something that merited particular shock.

‘However, it’s just…’, thought the demon king.

‘No matter what, for a human, the person in front of me is much too big’, he thought.

For the demon king who was relatively large, even amongst demons, their sizes were really very different.
Of course, it wasn’t as though there weren’t people that were larger than him, but basically nobody was so large that their arm was bigger than he was.

There was no conclusion other than the fact that this woman was of a different race.
A woman of the giant race{titan race} perhaps?
If that was the case, then her size wasn’t impossible but…

However, having thought that far, the demon king mentally tilted his head in confusion.

After all, he already knew quite clearly what race the person in front of him was.
From the very language they spoke, and the accent of the language, it was clear from the start that they weren’t a member of the titan race that boasted a gigantic body, but what could be called a human.

Despite that, why were they so big?
Wondered the demon king, when suddenly,

‘No, it might be the opposite,’ it occurred to him.

It wasn’t that she was big, but that he was small.
Such a thought struck him like divine revelation.

And thinking about it like that, he naturally grasped the situation.

Not long ago, the woman before his eyes had called him Luru.
The demon king was far smaller than the woman before him.
And, right now, he could feel that he was face up on some kind of soft cloth.

This was… that kind of phenomenon. The one handed down within the demon race.
So thought the demon king, in that instant.

In other words.

“Now that you’ve awoken, it’s lunch time.”

The woman bore her body just a little from the loose clothes that she was wearing.
For a moment he wondered how exactly this was supposed to be lunch, but if the situation was as he had predicted, then what she was doing was understandable.

He happened to catch sight of his own hand.
His small, plump hands bore not even the slightest resemblance to his old ones.

It was as if… right, it was as if they were a baby’s.

The moment the thought this, he could feel his consciousness becoming distant.

It was unlike sleepiness; the way he lost his consciousness was extremely abrupt, and moreover it seemed that it was absolutely unopposable.

Why, he wondered, whilst he could feel his body beginning to move on its own.

The body that held its hand up, as though searching for something,
Seeing that, with a smile, the woman held his body in her arms.

That sweet, milky scent, and that gentle atmosphere brought to mind an existence from a long, long time ago.

That was…

“Mn, mn. You’re hungry, aren’t you, Luru…? Mum is going to feed you now.”

The woman before him, was his mother, huh.

The instant he was convinced of that, the little remains of his consciousness were swallowed by darkness.

He only realised that his reason was being submerged in darkness by instinct later on, after this kind of thing had repeated over, and over again.


After a few days had passed, the demon king discovered a few facts.

First of all, that he had been reborn as a human.

His mother, or at least the person that seemed to be, certainly showered the demon king―――― currently named Luru it seemed ――――with deep love.
She gave him meals, faced him with smiles, took care of his business, and always looked happy around him; and he definitely didn’t feel that this person’s feelings were a lie.
Whether a human’s feelings, or a demon’s feelings, there wasn’t very much difference.
To the demon king, this was an obvious fact.

Furthermore, souls reincarnated.
Humans, demons, and all the other species had the same soul.
All humans beings after losing their bodies would be reincarnated as other species.
If they had behaved badly, they would be reborn as a small animal or bug.

So it was said, back when he was a demon king. Because of that, he didn’t feel the situation was particularly unnatural.

He was certain that he had been killed by the hero, and surely after that, his soul had been reborn as a human.

Luru was flexible enough to believe that.

Moreover, that humans had an extremely large number of social positions was a fact that he had known since he was the demon king.
The human race was different to the demon race in that regardless of the fact that they were the same race, they established a wide number of countries, and used a number of different ruling systems.
Monarchies, republics, federations etc. ――――a number of different types of countries had existed, and the position that their household, or their families held, was an issue of great importance to humans, and had great power over their lives.
The demon race had collected as one, but the other humanoid races were not so.

Because of that, besides just knowing that he was a human, Luru felt he needed to know what position his family held, and decided to listen in on the conversations of his mother and the other inhabitants of the house in order to gather knowledge.

And then, the result he arrived at was that his house was located in a monarchy known as the Kingdom of Renard. His family was a lower class noble family, his father served the country as a knight, and was not at home right now, having gone to the royal palace.

To Luru, these findings were not particularly bad.
That he wasn’t extermely poor was something that he managed to realise even lying down, because of the number of people that walked about the house normally. On top of that, he had guessed from things like his mother’s complexion, and the people who seemed like servants that occasionally came to the room, but once he was sure this was the case, he found it was good enough to be relieved.

However, what he did find strange was that he had no recollection of the country’s name, and the magic that his mother and the servants used were clearly different to the magic he knew.

The Kingdom of Renard was a country with a longer history than its neighbours, or so it seemed from the light conversations that his mother and the servants had, but if so, shouldn’t he have known about Renard? So wondered Luru.
At any rate, they had fought bloody battles with the human kingdoms.
He clearly remembered where each country was, and what kind of country it was.

But no matter how much he searched his memories, he had no recollection of a country called the Kingdom of Renard.
This was something bizarre.
It was essential to investigate further once he grew a little bit older, and was a little more free to act, he thought.

As for the magic, it had definitely existed in his previous life, so that much wasn’t anything to talk about.
However, the way they used it was strange.
First of all, for some reason his mother and the servants used rings or wands[/staves] as a medium, and on top of that, they used really long incantations.
What they used was nothing but low class magic such as spells to produce light, but that kind of magic could be used without a medium, just by thinking about it.
But despite that, it seemed they couldn’t do so; this was extremely mysterious.
Besides that, the chants were strange as well.
For example, the chant they used to produce a ball of light in the magic language was,

『Light… Call… Start… Burn』

and such and such – a chant made from a considerable mess of grammar and vocabulary.
Just why was this happening?
This too was something that he needed to investigate, thought Luru.

Finally, there was the case of Luru himself.

Luru held memories of being a demon king in his past life.
Assuming that he had been reborn, this might not have been such a strange situation.
However, in the first place, when it came to rebirth, Luru didn’t think of inheriting memories as something normal.
This was because when Luru was the demon king, almost nobody said that they had memories of their past lives. On top of that, even if they did, they were nothing more than the lies or pranks of madmen.

Despite this, Luru could clearly recall his memories of his past life.
When he was lying about as a baby, he clearly established that his memories weren’t fragmented.
There might have been the normal degree of forgetfulness, but there was no case of any unnatural loss of memory.
It was to the degree that he could clearly remember being stabbed by the hero.
Certainly his memories of dying were hazy, but it was to the same level as being unable to remember the moment when you fell asleep.

At any rate, the fact that he could clearly remember his past life was a strange situation.
However, he felt that there was probably no chance that these were mistaken memories.
To begin with, Luru was a baby.
It could be said to be impossible for him to have made up such knowledge and stories without anybody teaching him.
Nevertheless, if you asked why he knew such things, remember such things, and could consider such things, the conclusion should probably be that he had inherited them from his previous life.
Being the case, then was there some deep meaning to this?
Or was there no meaning at all?

No matter how much he pondered this, he didn’t know.
Just, if there was some meaning…
He wanted to one day find out what it was.

/Chapter 1 END

Hachinan Volume 1 (1%)

Volume 1 – Prologue
I Suddenly Awaken to Find…

Author’s note: I sorta gave writing a go.
TL note: Mostly from webnovel since it’s faster to look up kanji that way, but I have volumes 1-3 as physical copies and… up until now it’s exactly the same as I can tell.

The names in this novel are all pronounced in the ‘German’ way. At least, the Japanese has them written so that I know for sure they’re taken from their German equivalents.

e.g. not aasaa(アーサー) as we would read Arthur in English, but aataa(アーター) as the name ‘Arthur’ would be read in German.
– CH: names like Erich that have the ‘ch’ in it are written as a type of hissing sound (ッヒ) in an attempt to emulate the throaty ‘chh’ sound in German. Think the ‘ach’ in ‘achtung’, or the ‘ch’ sounds in Gaelic.
– W: ‘w’s are read as ‘v’s, so Wendelin would be phonetically to an English speaker as Vendelin.
第一話 ふと目が覚めると……。
Web Novel Chapter 1 – I suddenly awaken and find that…
第二話 夢うつつで今の己を知る。
Web Novel Chapter 2 – To come to know oneself in a trance
第三話 辺境最南端貧乏貴族家。
Chapter 3 – A poor noble family in the southernmost frontiers

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イーナ Ina
ヴェンデリン(12歳) Wendelin (12 years old)
通称:ヴェル Nickname: Wel
エーリッヒ Erich
アルフレッド Alfred
エルヴィン Erwin
ルイーゼ Luise
ヴェンデリン(5歳) Wendelin (5 years old)
通称:ヴェル Nickname: Wel
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“Oh? Where’s this?”

As usual, I woke up to the sound of my 6AM alarm clock, quickly prepared to leave for work, on the way there stopped at a convenience store, picked up onigiri and the like for breakfast as well as oolong tea to wash it down, and whilst eating it, headed to work.

I, Ichimiya Shingo, am a 25 year old that everyone knows at least by name. After graduating from university, I entered a company, and have been working for threeyears now as a subordinate of someone younger than me, and stuck between him and the superiors, I pass each day feeling stressed.

But, that’s something that everyone more or less experiences, and as for feeling like actually leaving the company because of that, it didn’t happen much for me.

If you’re a normal working adult, it’s normal to think about quitting at least once, after all.
Because you don’t have the courage, nor the assets to quit, you leave it at just a thought.

I live in an apartment complex roughly 10 minutes walk from work, and since I don’t have a wife nor a girlfriend, I mostly eat out.
Tired from work, I sleep until the very last minute the next morning, and then on days off I take care of the laundry or cleaning that’s piled up, but even this what you could call an average lifestyle.

Japan is probably flooded with people like me.

I’m not particularly dissatisfied about this, and while maintaining this lifestyle working for the company, I might find a girlfriend at work, get married, and have a child.

This is surely what you would call a mediocre life.

Or so I was thinking, but…

Despite waking up like usual without even remembering my dreams, come to think of it, I can’t hear the usual clamour of the alarm clock.

I don’t know what time it is, but it’s still dark out.
The room is pitch-black, but even so my eyes slowly grew accustomed to the dark, and raising my body, I began to investigate my surroundings.

When I did, I slowly began to realise a number of things wrong with this.

Even though this should’ve been a room in my apartment, I couldn’t see the wallpaper I was used to, nor a single piece of my furniture, and around me were three beds just the one I was in.

Including my bed, that makes four.
When I looked closer, I could see shapes that looked like people under the blankets.

In other words, this was probably a room of four.

Just when did I get all these freeloaders?

Shaking my head to clear out the confusion from the sudden change in my surroundings, I tried my best to determine my situation.
When I did, as expected, I found that various things had changed from when I had gone to sleep.

First of all, though it should’ve been my high-class bed from Ni**ri, in its place was some old-fashioned and not particularly comfortable looking bed.

[TL: Nitori is a furniture company]
Of course the blanket was worn-out, and a little smelly too.’I’d only just bought that blanket a week ago, too…’
Though some cheap-skate thoughts like that came to mind, I immediately pulled myself together, and this time checked how my own body was.”(Huh? Hasn’t my body gotten smaller)?”I’m by no means a tall person, but even so I was a Japanese person of average height. But now, however you looked at it, I had shrunk to the size of a child.”(Eh? This is-?)”

Those stories of reincarnating in another world that I’d seen lately on the net immediately came to mind, meaning that I’d been deeply sinful, but considering that I’m not a baby, it could be that the people in this world know who I’m supposed to be.

“(Which means…)”

It’s dark right now, and though the people next to me are sleeping, if I clumsily make a racket, it might seem that I’m crazy.

First of all, it isn’t clear what relationship the owner of this body has with the three sleeping in bed.
The possibility that they’re family is high, but I have no idea who they are.

“(Anyway, until I figure out the situation, I’d better stay quite. Now then, to sleep…)”

While I was thinking, I was suddenly hit by a wave of sleepiness, and like that I ended up returning to bed.

*   *   *

“Another boy, huh… This makes the eighth.”

“But dear, look at what a healthy boy he is. We need to give him a fitting name.”

“You’re right. Shall we name him Wendelin? The chance of this boy inheriting the Baumeister House is basically zero, though.”
[TL: the w in Wendelin is pronounced a bit like a ‘v’, Dutch/German style]

It seems that somehow or other, I was born as the Baumeister family’s 8th son.
No, strictly speaking, should I say that the one I hijacked is the 8th son?

And once the conversation continued, I found out that this Baumeister family was a low ranking noble family that presided over three villages of about two to three hundred people each.
The present head of the family, Arthur von Baumeister, was for better or worse a normal 40 year old man, and had a wife that was also from a low ranking noble family, and a mistress that was the daughter of a village chief.
[TL: approximately ‘art・her fon bau・mice・ter’]

Between his two wives were, I, Wendelin included, 8 boys, and 2 girls. I learned this, and their names.

However, for a low ranking noble who presides over eight-hundred people at best to have ten children…
He’s at such an age already, so I ended up really wondering if he understood the concept of family planning.

From information that I’ve already gathered, I’ve come to understand that the world I’m in is extremely similar to medieval Europe.
Even if they give birth to children, there is probably no guarantee that they’d all reach adulthood.

It wouldn’t be good to have only one child, and there’s no guarantee that the legal wife would be able to give birth to children, so they permit mistresses as well.

But this many children is probably too many.
If he isn’t careful about it, it’s quite capable of becoming the cause of some family quarrel.

The children of a mistress are pitiful, but that isn’t the case this time.
According to the memory of this body, the mistress whose face I haven’t even seen yet, seems to be the mother of two boys, and two girls, but it seems that there are plans to make the boys the successors to a village chief, or to have them marry the daughters of some wealthy farmer that has no son.

It seems that it’s also been decided already that the girls will marry.

The girls have it good.
Their future has been properly decided on, after all.

As for the remaining six brothers borne by the legal wife, since I was the eighth child, I was making fun of myself and thinking that I was the mistress’ child, but it seems that I’m a child borne by the almost forty-year old legal wife.

Or more like, I would rather he not make a woman of her age bear a child.
However you look at it, it’s a poor territory, so it’s probably for economic reasons that he took a young mistress.
Speaking about it in reverse though, you could also say that they were a happy husband and wife.

“Dear, Wendelin might have skill in the sword or magic.”

“If it turns out to be the case, would there be a chance that he’d become independent then?”

From what I should perhaps call the memories of this little child that I hijacked, looking at this information from the perspective of an outsider, I gradually came to understand the position I was now in.

First of all, I had hijacked the eighth son born to a lower-ranked noble family, despite the age of his parents; the five year old Wendelin (six by Asian counting).

Though I’d been born into a family of nobility, because there were too many children, I obviously wouldn’t inherit the territory.
If handled badly, or more like, the chance that I won’t be able to even live like a noble is high.

Thinking about it normally, the eldest son is the inheritor, the second son is the back-up, and the third son has no choice but to make his own way in life.
It might be different if they were a great noble family ruling over a large territory, or a family that had served an important office in the nation’s centre for generations, but for this poor noble family that’s good at nothing but having children, I think that too much shouldn’t be expected of the considerations for the futures of the third son and onwards.

Which means…
I, a person who should’ve been sleeping in my apartment in modern Japan, didn’t have the leisure to rejoice about the word 『Magic』 that had popped up earlier.

Though I don’t know what age is considered an adult in this world, I have no choice but to procure the skills I need to live on my own before that time arrives.

“(There’s no good in rushing things either, but if I do nothing but play around because I’m a kid, I won’t be able to live a good life…)”

After that, I continued to view a digest of Wendelin’s life from the perspective of an outsider, and when I woke up, I did my best to gather information so that my new family didn’t become suspicious of me.

Volume 1 – Chapter 1 [1/4 done]
A Poor Noble Family in the Southernmost Frontiers


Perhaps I should call it ‘sleep learning’ or something? Anyway, immediately after obtaining Wendelin’s information, I woke up, and after that I had breakfast in the estate with my brothers who had woken up as well.

Though I say ‘estate’, it’s the home of a poor, lower class noble family.
As an estate in its own right, it does have a number of rooms, as well as a library and storehouse with food, money, goods, and arms, but how I honestly felt was that it was the house of a rich farmer family at best.

Really, the only ones who have their own rooms besides the 45 year old head, Arthur, and his 44 year old legal wife, Johanna, are the 25 year old eldest son, Kurt, and the 23 year old second son, Herman.
[TL: Johanna is sort of like yo・hahn・nah. (The ah’s here are short ones like in ‘barn’, and not the one in ‘hand’)]
[TL: Kurt is sort of like kerrt.]
[TL: Herman is sort of like hairr・mahn]

The other four, me included, were crammed into the same room.
The third son, Paul, is 19, the fourth son, Helmut, is 17, and the fifth son, Erich, is 16.
[TL: Helmut is sort of hell・moot]
[TL: Erich is sort of like erihhhk. It’s written in Japanese as ‘Erihhi’.]

Truly, this is what people refer to as the sorrow of a heyazumi.
(Heyazumi(部屋住み): eldest son who hasn’t gained his inheritance yet, or second son an below who still live with their parents)

It’s a problem that comes up a lot in historical novels.

Moreover, Layla, the 31 year old mistress, usually lives at her parents’ house in a detached villa, together with Walter, the 14 year old sixth son, Karl, the 13 year old seventh son, Agnes, the 11 year old eldest daughter, and Corona, the 10 year old second daughter.
[TL: Walter → vall・ter]

Their names alone feel kind of like fine, German nobility, but the conditions are enough to make you go

‘It’s this bad, huh?’
no matter the world.
And although I gained information in last night’s dream, it seems that that the legal wife and mistress are on bad terms, or that there aren’t many rooms that can fit this many people is the same in any world.

Moreover, the children of the mistress don’t need to undertake training to be a noble like the sons of the legal wife do.
As a result, it seems that we don’t come into contact much with the other children.

Wendelin in my memories only met them a few times as well.

For us to not have much contact with the sons who would be the successors of someone important to the region like a village chief were problems for the head of the family and his wife to think about, but it wasn’t like I was going to succeed as head, so it was probably fine.

There were also servants who maintained the estate, but they were employed by the previous head, and included the 70 year old Abel, as well as four maids, but if the maids were young, my father Arthur who thought nothing of family planning might end up impregnating one, so they were all old ladies from the village.

There were also subordinate warriors who were commanded as armies during wartime, but they basically worked in the village as farmers, workers, hunters, or smiths, so they didn’t stay at the estate, and all of them commuted from their home to work.

In a poor backwater village like this, distinguishing workers from soldiers was nothing but a fantasy.

During emergencies, the head of the region would produce soldiers for the lord they had sworn allegiance to.
For that reason, though they had received a territory, small though it may be, they hadn’t participated in the core of a war for over 200 years.

To begin with, the Knight’s Territory lorded over by the current head Arthur von Benno Baumeister was on the southern reaches of the Kingdom of Helmut.
[TL: Knight’s Territory(騎士領) is the Japanese translation of rittergut, a part of the medieval German nobility system. It refers to a landed territory presided over by a noble who swore to serve his lord as a knight.]

At present, the country that the Kingdom of Helmut was most likely to see war with was the Holy Empire of Urquhart that more or less bisected the Ringaia continent.
Furthermore, these two countries, Helmut and Urquhart, were devoting a lot of capital and labour into developing their underdeveloped southern regions and northern regions respectively.
[TL: Urquhart → arr・kahrt]

In other words, these two nations didn’t have to surplus to waste on war.

Even so, it seems that over these last two hundred years, they would raise their armies once every few years.
But, because it was a waste of men, money, food, and goods, they would end up signing a ceasefire treaty at the border.

Furthermore, after that, the two countries would begin to trade, and these days with the exception of a few hardcores, nobody spoke of war at all.

It seems that things would finish just before escalating into a war.
You could say this was lucky.

“Dear, what is the matter?”

There was rye bread and a soup with vegetables and small pieces of meat inside, flavoured with nothing but salt.

It was a really tasteless meal, but it seems that just being able to eat meat in the morning was testament to being nobility.
Nobility ate three meals a day, and peasants would eat two.

For a diet of bread and soup, it seems that social class didn’t make much of a difference in their meals.
Perhaps just a change from hard rye bread, to soft white bread, and with the white bread, jam, butter, cheese, and tea or the like.
Also the utensils for drinking the soup would be more extravagant.
It wasn’t that big of a difference.

It seems that there was a considerable difference between the rural areas, and the urban areas, but that was the extent of what I’d heard about it.
I won’t know if this is true until I travel to other areas myself, though.

It’s just bad news, but it seems that the Knight’s Territory that we of the Baumeister rule over is on quite the poor side of things.

“It’s about the request to establish an Adventurer’s Guild, but it seems that it was completely rejected.”

“Well, there are probably countless other jobs you could do, after all.”

“It’d be improve the region, it’d be convenient to access too, and it seems that there are lots of other things about it that’ll pay well.”

My new father Arthur was scowling before of his half-finished soup.

Earlier I found out that there was magic in this world, but this time I was able to confirm that Adventurer’s Guilds existed as well.
After all, I had thought that for magic to exist meant that adventurers who hunted living beings like monsters for a living also existed.

“The monsters in our territory are tough after all…”

“Father, at this point, we have to gather an army and wipe them out in one go.”
[TL: Father → Chichiue(esteemed father)]

“Kurt, we can’t do that. After all, it wouldn’t do to repeat the mistakes that happened with the late Margrave Bleichröder.”
[TL: Bleichröder → blai・hhhk・roeur・der]

Kurt-niisan, the eldest son and heir had proposed ‘How about we gather an army from our territory, and suppress them in one go?’, but he was rejected by our father Arthur.

“Um… Father?”

“What is it, Wendelin? If you’re after more soup, there isn’t any left, you know.”

According to last night’s dream, I was the eigth son, currently 6 years old.
Moreover, there was a 7 year age difference between the seventh sona nd I.
My seat at meals was at the very end, and this family was poor.
Though all I did was ask a question, the fact that it seemed like I was asking for seconds could be seen as proof of my family’s poverty.

“No, I’m not asking about the soup, but about what happened to the punitive force that the margrave of the Bleichröder territory gathered.”

“Oh, a few years ago, after negotiating the interests of a certain few, there was a request for him to subjugate the monsters in the Baumeister region…”

It seems that there was a gut-wrenching request to the count along with some appropriate concessions, but the attack on the monster region was handled badly, and after needlessly provoking them, the Bleichröder margrave’s 2000 man army suffered devastating losses.

Immediately afterwards, someone else became the Margrave of Bleichröder, and the first thing the new count did was rebuild his draft army. It was a heavy loss.

“This is something that the new margrave said to us.

‘Accepting interests in another fief is unbefitting of nobility’.

The point is that they won’t get involved with the monsters of the Baumeister region a second time.”

It seems that I’ll have no choice but to grow up in an outrageously terrifying place.
Once I thought this, the soup suddenly tasted bad.

In reality, it was flavoured with nothing but a little salt, so it wasn’t really tasty in the first place, though.