‘Let’s test this right.’ Edmund was walking back and forth at his home.

After getting the radios, the boy went to the blacksmith shop, which was somewhat distant from his home.

‘There is no way this could get this far.’ He had a thought while walking.

The boy opened the door after knocking on it. The gray-haired man was working as usual and putting a smile on his face.

‘So? What's it this time?’ Ruppert asked.

‘My new idea is a way to talk to you from home.’ Edmund showed him the radio.

After giving one to the blacksmith, he moved to the next room.

‘Hello?Are you hearing me?’ The boy talked to the device.

Ruppert jumped in shock after hearing Edmund’s distorted voice coming from the box he was holding.

‘Ruppert, you can use it too; place your finger on the side.’ Edmund continued.

‘Hello?’As he spoke, the blacksmith moved his finger to the side of the radio.

This time, when Edmund heard the blacksmith's voice, he jumped in surprise and immediately ran out of the room to hug Ruppert.

‘Thanks,Thanks,Thanks!!!!’ The boy grinned while looking up at the blacksmith's face.

‘Again, kid, do not show this to anyone. I do not know when you will get the chance to impress the king, but be ready for it. Who knows? You might end up in a better position than you do right now.’ Ruppert fixed a serious gaze on the young boy as he stroked the boy’s hair.

Edmund made an effort to keep his activities a secret as the years passed; it was unnecessary since no one interacted with him or tried to get close to him. Even when he was ill, some medications just got delivered to his door, and it was up to him to do the rest.

Years spent at the library built up some trust between him and the librarian, which opened the door to the possibility of him taking some books home to continue his studies. If everything he needed to do was read, the library would be finished by this point. However, he had to test his devices, and failure was the norm as things got more complex, which gave him insight into how the encantations functioned when he engraved them into his builds. In the end, Edmund began to refer to them as runes.

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By the time he was ten, Edmund had more faith in his creations, but due to space constraints in the warehouse he lived in and his desire to avoid drawing attention to himself, everything he created was merely a prototype. As a result, larger projects were not possible; they were only built to demonstrate that it was possible. something easy, like the most recent invention he was working on, a flying machine that he could control with a controller.

‘Wow, it is really working. It really is working!!!’ The boy smiled happily.

The flying object, which resembled a box with four smaller boxes attached to its sides, was going back and forward, up and down, in the warehouse.

‘It took me two years to make this work; it is awesome!!!’ Edmund shouted.

As it flew through his house under his control, the gadget eventually landed on the floor next to the other things he worked on.

‘Well, this is it; I can’t do more than this. It is time to focus on the equipment that will make this job easier, and most importantly, it is time to start training. As far as I am aware, the hero sword is the only weapon capable of killing the demon lord.’ The young boy reached for a wooden sword that he had asked Ruppert to make.

It was wider than two swords put together and longer; as a result, it was heavier than most swords, but according to his memories, that was not a problem for the hero, as his style made him look like a wild beast, swinging it and using the momentum of his strikes and counters to his advantage. Even that alone caused Edmund anxiety because, by his standards, some moves are just impossible to do; the style is kind of useless if you don't have the hero’s strength.

Edmund started to swing the sword the same as the hero did; it was like he knew what to do, but it was obvious that most moves were impossible; he needed more strength, and it was not because of training or muscle; he lacks magic on his body to enhance his movements like the hero did naturally.

‘Let’s begin training, one problem at a time.’

The boy now began his daily training sessions in an effort to strengthen his body. After several months had passed, he had a desperate idea.

‘I could use the runes to draw magic into my body, and it is so ridiculous that it might actually work.’ Edmund thought as he leaned on his sword.

He ended up making a bracelet, but simply putting it on had no effect at all. He made a bracelet with spikes to pierce into his flesh. The worst part will be that, even if it works, he will need to pull the bracelet several times to adjust the runes so that they are proper, not more or less.

When Edmund looked at the table with the bracellet, the only thing that came to mind was crying. He had stolen alcohol, bandages from the medications he had received when he was ill, and a piece of wood to put over his mouth to stop him from screaming.

‘Why do I have to do this? Is this any better than being rejected by my parents and living alone?’ He dropped to his knees, sobbed loudly, and closed his eyes.

Memories of a war came to his mind: people screaming and calling for help, and he was seeing all of this from the sky, explosions all around and suddenly he opened his eyes.

‘What is the point of this, anyway? Why do I have so much regret? It's not my fault; I did nothing wrong; i’m not him!!!' He then started to punch the ground out of frustration.

Edmund grabbed the bracelet, but as he started to get it closer to his arm, the air started to get heavy, and his hand started to shake a lot.

‘I can’t do this.’ With his head on the floor and tears running down his cheeks,.

Edmund spent his days walking and doing nothing after training with his sword. But every night he looked at the bracelet on the table, and he felt bad that it was still there. That feeling was not even his; it was the memories.

In the morning, he visited Ruppert as usual, not to ask for something but just to talk a little. As he came in and got comfortable, the blacksmith noticed that he was down.

‘Is everything all right, kid?’ The blacksmith asked while hammering a sword.

‘Would you help someone if caused you pain, Ruppet?’ Edmund came closer to Ruppert.

‘That is difficult. Am I the only one who can assist him? Is it really bad?’ The blacksmith stopped and looked at the boy.

‘That is not fair; I asked the question.’ Edmund looked annoyed.

‘Well, kid, if it is someone close to me, yes, If not, it depends, but I would help anyway; I helped you even though it was risky.’ Ruppert grinned at Edmund.

‘Yeah..’ The boy responded with a serious smile.