Prologue

The baby opens his eyes, with flabbergasted, confused face, and a mixture of ecstacy in it. That baby tried to move his head, in attempt of scouting his surroundings, seems strange for a newborn. He blanked for a second, thinking about his past life. In fact, this baby was a Demon Lord reincarnation, and the strongest one to. He was killed while trying to save his friend.

That room was a room made of wood. He was lying at the lap of a pale faced woman. There’s an old lady standing beside her. Both the woman and the lady seem really happy. He guessed, that the woman must be his mother.

BRAKK

The wooden door was slammed. A rather young man barged in. That man stopped his track in front of him. With an extremely happy expression, that man lifted him from the lap of his mother. He lifted him up high and dancing happily, while saying “my son, my son” repeatedly. That man was his father, Albert Willfront. While his pale faced mother, Liliana Willfront, smiled gently. Feeling the warmth of family, He stopped thinking, and smiled innocently like a normal baby does.

That baby was later, named as Raymond Willfront, the only son of duke Willfront, a rather strong duke in this country. He was already two years old. He now, at his father, Albert ‘s room. A lot of books scattered in that room. Unorganized bookshelves, mess bed and a desk scattered with paper. It was that kind of room.

“ah, Ray! You should knocked first before coming!” Albert said, standing from his desk. With a mix of surprised, flustered, and embarrassed expression. Of course he was embarrassed to let his son see his messed room.

“I already knocked but father didn’t answer so I just come in” He said, with both an upset tone and face

Albert laughed awkwardly. A two years old boy that can speak and read perfectly, even the ancient language from thousand years ago, act unlike a kid (though sometimes want to be pampered), understanding complicated things easily that normal people need tens of years to understand ( he lived thousands of years as demon lord though), was both amazing and hard to manage. Albert breathed deeply, calming himself.

“So, what did you need?” Ask Albert, after returned to his calm self

“When can I learn magic?” He bluntly said, both as answer and question

“That question again? Like I said, you have wait until you five to test your affinity, so you can learn suitable magic” Albert answer this question seeming annoyed, a sigh mixed in it. This was the tenth times Albert answered the question.

“I can’t start early?” he asked again, titled his head in a cute ways. Staring at his father cutely.This was the only time he liked this child appearance of him.

“No mean no! Five years old, wait three more years, so your magic can be fully awakened. Earlier than that can disturb your growth” answer Albert, this time with a stern look. Even though he was shaken for a second, he managed to stay firm ( I mean, who wouldn’t shaken seeing a two years old boy, their own son begged like that?)

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Ray lowered his head in disappointment. Silently pouting in his heart. After saying a good night, he returned to his room.

Two years old Ray has a deep red colored hair and scarlet eyes, inherited from his father. His face was neither beautiful nor ugly, it was a normal face with a little fiery feeling on it (a face of mainstream protagonist). His father and mother both has a gentle face (but his son has fiery face, strange). His mother has a long golden hair with a light blue eyes, an extremely beautiful lady.

The corridor was rather luxurious, with a soft carpet covering the floor. Ray keep lowering his face, still putting a face of ‘disappointment’. Lot of whisper can be heard around him. Majority of it pitying him. His ‘plan’ on being a pure innocent child that take person’s pity was successful. He laughed amusingly in his heart.

At last, he arrived at his room. It was a large room with king sized bed and a lot of bookshelves instead of toys. That room was as mess or maybe more mess as his father’s. It was both personality from his past life and his father. Though, he doesn’t care about this. He walked towards his bed and sitting crossed-leg. He silently casted basic magic, until his mana run out. Then, he will start meditate. He does this repeatedly. This kind of training will improve a person mana capacity. He ignored his father warning about magic.

Two years in this world, Ray learned a couple of things. First, this world was the same world as his preview world, 1000 years in the future. Second, sword and magic was still the base of this world. Third, the language here was kind of different from his ‘ancient’ language, and the last, his progress was reseted.

Damn it! It’s so annoying to start from basic! or so he though.

Well then, let’s see how this ‘reseted’ demon lord crawl back to the top.

Author Note:

Hi there! This was the first time I write a fanfic, actually, this was the first day I registered. I was a newbie, without experiences or whatever, only write what popped up in my heads on whim. So spare me any sarcasm. English wasn’t my native language and I’m learning writing by reading other novel, so if you found any grammar mistakes, critics, or suggestion, just write it in comment or pm me. I happily answer it, and appreciate it. Since you all my senpai!

Best regard,

FullMoon

p.s : Any reviews accepted. I want to improve my novel quality, so I need reviews. Since I merely an adventurer that only takes the first step. Also, this was a prologue, the story will started at next chapter so be patient! (if I have a readers that is)