'Should I say that this is reincarnation? If that were true, I should have been able to choose the place where I was born. But of course, that's all out of my control.

While thinking that, an 8-year-old child looked up at the sky. There, just above his head, he saw the bright sun completely covered by a thick black mist.

It was supposed to be spring, but the warmth of the sun could not be felt by anyone. As if mocked by fate, the flowers that should have been blooming and little children playing all day and into the night, were now replaced by piles of snow that could freeze anyone's feet and hands.

The little boy, the one who kept staring at the clouds, put on his gloves. He then walked slowly while carrying a rope on his shoulder.

The rope was thick and warm enough that the little boy felt quite comfortable. He didn't want to let go of the rope wrapped around his body, but if he didn't, he would get into trouble.

"Maric, quickly attach the rope and get to work."

"I understand, I'll do it."

For a child who didn't have enough fat to protect his body from the cold, every layer of warmth was obviously necessary.

And that rope, it might not be a good thing, but it was definitely a little help rather than nothing. Maric wished for it, but he couldn't do it. Now, it was time for him to get back to work.

As a reincarnation, Maric didn't really mind the work he was doing now. After all, in the World where swords and magic resided, there were no laws protecting young children and women. So he couldn't expect social justice or anything like that.

It was just that, this was not a normal job. Even for a true capitalist who lost their morals, they would never imagine this work was worthy of a child.

With a lazy face, Maric then sighed softly.

After a while, he quickly attached the rope on his shoulders to the body of a young man lying on the ground.

"If it doesn't snow, I'm sure this pile of corpses will stink."

He said everything he could think of to try to think clearly. However, one couldn't be too hopeful that they would remain clear-headed when constantly smelling the odor of frozen blood and burnt flesh.

With all his might, Maric then set to work, he pulled the human corpse slowly.

Trembling, he then fell down.

His small and powerless body wasn't really capable of pulling a body bigger than him, but with the ground slippery due to the frozen ice, he could at least pull it slowly.

So he kept trying, and trying. All the energy he had had to be mobilized for this job.

'Huh! Almost there, at least this is the last corpse, I've almost reached the limit of my abilities.'

Maric then succeeded, after placing the corpse on a pile of corpses nearby, he immediately removed the rope on the corpse for later use.

Before he went to ask for payment, something caught his eye. Maric then crouched down, his small hands now reaching for something from the pocket of the corpse in front of him.

"There should be coins here, right?"

He hoped that there were still some valuables left, although he knew it didn't mean much in this situation, but he hoped that someday it might come in handy.

And Maric got it, a silver coin.

There were also other things like daggers or long swords, but the silver coin was of course what he needed. After all, a little boy like Maric couldn't lift a sword and could only drag it, he thought of selling the sword at the market. If only there weren't so many swords scattered around the city, Maric might have a chance to sell the sword, but now of course that was impossible.

So Maric just took one silver coin and left.

After a few steps, Maric then approached an adult man nearby.

"Sir Knight, I'm done with my work."

"Alright, good job. You may take two boiled potatoes and a large loaf of bread, this is your payment for today."

Hearing that, Maric then took the bread and potatoes. Since the bread and potatoes were quite large for a child's size, Maric almost dropped them when he started walking. He supported the large loaf on his chest and both hands while watching his every step on the slippery ground.

Wandering the streets of the city with its deserted houses, Maric occasionally heard the whispers of the knights he passed.

It was a voice that Maric expected to assess the situation.

"Captain, there are more dead than alive. The witches are also getting exhausted, they even refused to cremate their fellow knights."

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"It's fine, we can use firewood for burial."

Hearing that, Maric quickened his pace, his face showing a hint of worry.

'I need to hurry up and find firewood, otherwise my sister and I might freeze to death.'

With that thought, Maric started running. Passing through every cold and uninhabited intersection, every building and house he passed only contained a closed door indicating that the owner or someone else still lived there.

After a long walk back home, Maric found a house with an open door. He then entered the house, where there was a pile of firewood.

"Good, it hasn't rotted and is still usable."

Maric placed the bread and potatoes on the table in the house, he then grabbed the rope around his waist and tied the three logs together.

Since he was still small, he planned to carry the logs by dragging them. But since he would also be carrying the bread and potatoes, he would not be able to run.

"It's fine to be a little late. I'm sure my sister Tina will forgive me."

...

Carrying bread, potatoes and logs. Maric now arrived at his house, it was just an ordinary house in this town with two floors, four bedrooms, one dining room and a kitchen.

After placing the logs on the floor, Maric then grabbed the bedroom door knob and began to step inside.

Inside the room that contained seven bunk beds, there was a wooden table and chair, there was a seven-year-old little girl sitting on the wooden chair and staring at the window, her hair was black and her eyes had lost some of their luster.

The little girl's name was Tina. Tina, who sensed Maric's presence, turned her head.

"Big brother, did you do it again?"

Maric then shook his head. Putting the bread and potatoes on the table, he then tried to fix his tired-looking face and then tried to smile kindly.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything you can think of, it was just a small job."

"I smell blood on you, you're lying."

"I'm not lying. Today I went to the butcher shop to work, and look now, I brought bread and potatoes, all of which I bought with the coins the shopkeeper gave me."

Tina's dark eyes then looked at the bread and potatoes on the table, she just stared without saying anything, as if she had exhausted every word left in her tiny mouth.

Seeing what Tina was doing, Maric quickly grabbed a coin from his pants. He twiddled his fingers slightly to show it to Tina.

"Take a look at this. This is the change I got when I bought the bread and potatoes, I originally thought of asking for fresh meat as payment from the butcher shop owner, but after I thought about it carefully, we have no way to cook fresh meat, so I chose to take some coins so that I could buy something."

Chuckling and hiding his physical exhaustion, Maric then placed the coins on the table right below Tina.

Tina looked at the coin, a coin with a picture of a king on one side and a number on the other, but she didn't show any interest, she looked even more confused.

Seeing that, Maric coughed slightly.

"Uhuk! Speaking of coins, that's actually not an ordinary coin."

"Not an ordinary coin?"

Tina tilted her head, her eyes following the coin on the table before Maric's hand grabbed the coin.

"Of course, this is actually no ordinary coin, this is a coin that has magic in it."

"You mean coins that can create fire and heal people like the ones in storybooks?"

"No, this is much more powerful. This coin can determine a person's destiny, for example, if I toss this coin into the air and it falls and shows the result of a king's head, then the person in question will get a fortune and if the result is a number then the person gets a misfortune. Isn't this a very fair destiny?"

Tina's eyes then blinked.

Seeing that, Maric then opened his mouth while preparing to throw a coin.

"Do you want to try it?"

Tina then nodded slowly in agreement.

And with that, Maric then threw a coin into the air, the coin spun very fast as if the air around was playing with it, soon the coin fell on the table and showed the results.

Seeing the result of the coin, Tina's eyes darkened. While opening her mouth she then said.

"Numbers."

'Oh my.'

Maric's hands shook slightly but he tried to hide it. Now, his words were turned against him, but of course he always chose a way to improve the situation, this was still within his control.

"Wait, I forgot to tell you, it takes at least three coin tosses to show the real results, this is still the first toss."

After saying that, Maric immediately released the coin into the air once again, the coin then fell on the table and showed the result.

"See? The result is the king's head."

Maric smiled with satisfaction but Tina still wore the same expression. It would be very dangerous if Maric had to make the same expression as Tina, it might be a very natural expression for a child, but for this one Maric had to show the attitude that an adult should do.

Maric still smiled kindly even though Tina was starting to not care. He once again quickly threw the Coin into the air, the coin then fell on the table and showed the real result.

"One number and two king's heads. Do you know what this means Tina?"

"I don't know."

Tina shook her head as she continued to watch Maric, like she wanted to know what Maric might say.

Maric then opened his mouth and explained.

"This result indicates that your destiny is a lucky girl. Two king's heads indicate luck, while one king's head indicates that you are an ordinary girl."

"Then what about the three king's heads?"

"That indicates that a girl or anyone is very, very lucky. Although you didn't get the three king's heads result, but as expected of my sister, you are a lucky girl."

Maric then chuckled at the result he got, almost dripping sweat on his forehead as he thought of what to say if the result of the coin toss turned out to be three numbers.

Although Maric was currently trying to try to cheer up his sister, it didn't seem to be showing any good results.

Meanwhile, Tina who had now lost interest then grabbed a small shoe from under the wooden table. It was a small shoe that only a four-year-old could wear, Tina then placed the small shoe on the table to try to clean it from dust and wood chips.

After the little shoe was clean, Tina then placed the shoe right on the window while blinking her eyes slowly.

As time passed and the moonlight began to shine brightly, the cool night breeze caused Tina to open her mouth to ask Maric a question.

"Brother."

"Yes?"

"When do you think this war will end?"

'Based on what I've seen, if at least the king of this country doesn't go completely crazy and pay attention to their military capabilities that have reached the limit. The war will probably end at least a few more months from now without any victory between the Eradel kingdom and the Empire.'

For a moment Maric wanted to say that directly, but the little girl could not possibly understand that and a little boy like Maric could not possibly say that either.

Then what should he do? Of course there was a better way. Maric then grabbed a book from under the bunk bed and because his tiny hands were shaking from exhaustion, he then opened it slowly.

"By the way, do you want me to read you the story about the hero who fought the Servants?"