“Uhh….uh what-” Aren groaned as his consciousness slowly faded back. His head was pounding and his vision was flickering in and out. His body felt heavy like someone had pumped it full of lead.

As his hazy eyes finally cleared up he looked up to see an ornamented ceiling. A mural of an angel spreading her wings was delicately painted, the molding and the extravagance of the piece exuded class.

Aren Callahan was the sole son of the Callahan House. His face was beautiful, with delicate features that almost looked sculpted. The messy pale blue hair he had adopted from his father covered his clear silver eyes that he had gotten from his mother as the light reflected off of them. His almost ethereal appearance warrented a second look from most who caught a glance.

“Ah I’m…back?”

Indeed, this was the bedroom he slept in when he was a child. It’s also the first thing he saw when he first reincarnated in this world. Almost as if the pieces of his disoriented brain were coming together, he finally understood that he had travelled back in time. While Aren was thinking through exactly what had happened, a red flash of light lit up in front of his face.

[Red Alert!

System has gone into emergency resuscitation mode.

Regression of spacial time: 7 Years

Penalty:

Curse of the Unknown - The knowledge that lies beyond the ruthless stream of time is one that should never be touched. As the brightest light causes the shadows to grow darker, balance the red string of fate on the other side. (This will be your second and final attempt)

System will remain dormant for 1 year to repair itself. ]

"Well I guess this all but confirms it"

Normally one would be happy to have another chance at life, but the unnerving anxiety Aren had now didn't reflect that relief or gratitude in the slightest. I mean come on! The system is the only way I even survived! How am I supposed to make it through without dying now?!!

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

It was almost like the gods were messing with him to see how much he would struggle. That being said, unlike the first time he went through this, Aren knew what the future entailed. He had already lived through it.

"Young master? Thank god your awake!" While Aren was lost in his thoughts, he turned his head to see a brown-haired woman walk into his room. She seemed to be in her 20's, with fair skin and clear blue eyes. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun and she was wearing the formal attire a servant would wear. However, the expression on her face right now was anything but orderly. She came up to him and checked his body all over, frantically checking if everything was alright.

"I'm okay Clara, calm down!." Aren's mind froze for a couple seconds while he stared at the maid in the a daze. But after Clara came over and touched his forehead, his expression relaxed as he tried to ease her worries.

Clara Fey was Aren's personal maid, she's taken care of him since he was 2 years old. Along with attending to all his needs, she was also the head maid of the Callahan Ducal House. The Callahan Ducal House was one of the four prominent noble house's in the Kingdom of Celeste. Three of these houses were Ducal House's, those being the Callahan, Luna, and Algate houses. The last noble house was the Solar's. The Solar royal family were the leaders of Celeste and ruled over the kingdom. These four noble house's had stood the test of time and had risen to the peak of the kingdom for centuries now. Being the head maid of such an illustrious family was no easy task. Every single person serving the Callahan's was carefully selected through rigorous background checks and practical tests. The head maid as such couldn't be of low standing either. In truth, Clara was a noble herself. Being the oldest daughter of the Fey Viscount House, she was by no means of average standing. Knowing so, Clara didn't exhibit any signs of arrogance or greed. She was a hardworking and kind person, therefore earning her respect and the position of head maid.

As Aren looked into her eyes, he felt a bittersweet feeling welling up in his heart. It's nice to see her again...

Sometimes knowledge is a curse. He felt that saying was quite fitting right now. In his previous timeline Clara had gotten fatally injured in an attack on the Callahan House while evacuating some of the servants, shortly after she passed away before he could make it back home. Back then he was stricken with grief from the fact that he couldn't even say goodbye to someone who had helped raise him and he swore to avenge her.

"Young master?" Feeling Aren's direct gaze, Clara asked flustered

"Hmm? It's nothing don't worry about it. By the way, what time is it?"

Aren realised he was staring too much and roughly tried to change the subject.

"It's almost night time, you were sleeping the entire day because of your fever. Your temperature seems to have gone down and you aren't sweating as much now so I think you'll feel better after another day's rest."

"I feel better now. I think I should eat something though. Where is Sophie? Call her for dinner, I'm going to get bathe and then come down."

As soon as Aren mentioned Sophie, Clara expression tightened for a split second.

"Understood, I'll warm up the bath for you and send someone to call Lady Sophie."

As the sun set quietly ignorant of the terrors in the night, Aren muttered quietly in his bath with a serious expression

"This dinner is the first step I need to get right"