Chapter 2: The Awakening in the Past
When the light dissipated, he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a ceiling he didn't recognize and, beside him, the worried figure of a maid.
"Thank goodness, you're safe, young master!" the maid exclaimed with a sigh of relief, her hands clasped in gratitude.
The man sat up, dazed, and the question burst from his lips before he could stop it: "What's happening? Didn't I die?"
With uncertain steps, he moved to a nearby mirror. What he saw paralyzed him. It wasn't the tired, hardened face of a warrior on the brink of death. It was a surprisingly pretty face, with bright blue eyes that contrasted with his short golden hair. The image of innocence, the fragility of childhood.
In his mind, a stunned voice filled with disbelief repeated: "This is me, when I was 7 years old?! What's going on?"