Chapter 1: Prolog
At a time when his whole life is messed up because of one woman and his endless work. Maron had to experience an event that made him lose many things He had to lose his job as well as all his wealth. All of his savings were gone as if devoured by a fire. He had absolutely no idea what had happened a while ago.
When the sun was still showing its valor and the light was so warm and bright, Maron was still in his room and reading a book. He who used to spend his time digesting various books left all the busyness he had just to put all his energy and energy to finish a few books. He simply couldn't forget every book he read, no matter what kind of story was presented in the book. He will go through each of the books.
When the sun is so scorching and makes the skin feel burned. Maron is in his room and he is reading a book that tells the story of a kingdom that is able to digest and rule over other regions or other planets Maron was too focused on the book, so he didn't notice that there was a collection of smoke filling the room which reduced the oxygen levels in the place. Maron, who was paying attention to every detail in the book, slowly began to realize if something was wrong in his room.
Maron began to pay more attention to his surroundings, his eyes sharpened with a certain glint when he saw a billow of smoke rising up and filling his room. Slowly his chest began to feel tight as he breathed in the air in his room. His eyes also reddened as he felt his chest constrict. Breathing air was no longer pleasant for him at this time. The smoke in the room completely covered his breath and vision.
"Uh… Ugh… What happened? Where did this smoke come from? Huft… How come there is smoke in this place? I … "
The tight feeling in his chest made him helpless. His previously clear vision began to blur and he couldn't see anything clearly at all. Any movement or whatever was in front of him became blurred. The thick black smoke that made the sore eyes grew darker and more intense. Even Maron who was there couldn't do anything.
Even though his footsteps didn't stop as he approached the door to his room, he who wasn't getting a supply of fresh air started to weaken. The area of the room itself is not that wide, but to reach the bedroom door from the bed it takes a little time. Plus the situation he's currently facing. Maron couldn't do anything about this situation. He could only feel the tightness in his chest as he stared at the ceiling of his room as he fell and lay on the floor.
"Huft… Huft… Huft.. si.. al!! Is this my end? Who.. naught… Who did this?" the stuttering voice was truly the end of him. Maron, who was trapped in his own room, had to accept that his life would end at that moment.
The fire that occurred at that time was very large and five houses became victims of the firefighter. Including the house in which Maron lived. Somehow the fire broke out, even though the houses were quite far apart and not close together.
Without knowing what happened to his past life, Maron could only accept what was in front of his eyes right now. After he closed his eyes one last time, he felt like he was forced to open them again. When he opened his eyes when he felt compelled to do so. Maron saw a very strange room. Bed decorations that are too luxurious for him with urns and some weapons that only exist in the medieval era. Two swords and a spear were neatly arranged near the bed. Tools or objects that could only be used as displays or weapons that he only knew about through books were now clearly displayed before his eyes.
"Huh? What happened? Where is this?" Maron's mind drifted way beyond what he usually did. He completely lost sight of direction and sight the moment he opened his eyes Everything he saw right now was too ambiguous. Luxurious beds that he could only see through a book, weapons that gave off quite an intimidating aura, and all kinds of furniture and knick-knacks that only fit in a prince's or king's room.
The blanket that was currently attached to his body felt very smooth. The ornaments attached to his clothes, including the materials of the two themselves were very luxurious for him. Even though it is soft but warm, it feels like it is made of silk but it is as warm as wool. Maron looked at everything around him with a sense of worry and confusion that he couldn't tell. He didn't really understand what was going on around him.
"I have to be calm, I mustn't get lost in the confusion. I don't really know about this place but that doesn't mean I should be confused by all this. I have to pay attention to everything in here," he thought as confusion and doubt gnawed at him.
Although there was an uneasy feeling that stirred in his mind. He really felt that what was around him was a room reserved only for the upper castes. His eyes caught everything in the room, and his gaze continued to be fixated and fixed on the weapons beside his bed. Granted he didn't see any armor, but those weapons were more than enough to be evidence had he been in a different place.
"I can only see this kind of place from the illustrations printed in books that tell about history or the kingdom. Could it be that I'm in another world right now? Of course not. It was impossible and unbelievable. Huft… I have to calm my mind," he muttered. Although there was a glimmer of an unusual thought flashing through his mind. Maron didn't necessarily believe it.
He prefers to see things clearly without any preconceived notions. Even though sometimes what he sees is really something that is not pleasant and even very painful. However, when it is displayed in front of his eyes clearly and without being covered up. Like it or not, he had to accept it. Maron was just waiting for what would happen after this.
Several minutes passed and he couldn't get out of bed either. His body couldn't hold back what he felt. The pain and discomfort running through his joints and nerves made him wince in pain all the time. Even though the pain didn't stop eroding him. He could only accept it without being able to do anything. The more he looked at his surroundings, the more he felt that this was interesting but also confusing.
What can he do with all the limitations he currently has? Without the strength that should have been in his body, he could only lie on the comfortable, soft, and fluffy bed with uncertain eyes. There is a hope of something good. However, there is also something unpleasant that may be around him.
Without knowing what will happen and waiting for something that has not been explained. Maron just stared at the ceiling of his bed and room. The more he understood the situation that was in front of his eyes, the more he was forced to accept it even though he himself was still not sure what happened next. While he had to accept the fact that he had died in his original world, he still couldn't accept it sincerely. As if, there was still something he had to finish in that place. However, what kind of power did he have when he was transferred to this unknown place.
While he was waiting for someone to open his bedroom door. Unusual footsteps were heard, the footsteps were irregular as if they were in a hurry, and were being chased by something terrifying. Maron heard the voice and tried to calm himself as a sense of worry that came from out of nowhere had entered his mind.
"Who is that? Will I be okay?" Maron asked as he looked around him calmly as if he were in a forest which had an amazing view with water droplets from the sky rushing down to the ground and through the rocks. Even though there was a feeling of trepidation that clouded his mind, he still tried to calm down.
He didn't know where he was, so he was really trying to stay calm even though his mind was going crazy. Before long, the footsteps grew louder and louder and the sound did not diminish. He directed his eyes towards the door with a wary look. He only hoped that the person who would later open the door didn't have any malicious intent or that he was really messed up.
It's not an easy thing for him. Not knowing how things were in the previous world, blind to the world he currently lives in, not even an introductory voice like other novels. He was completely blank and as white as paper. Certainly, he wasn't someone from a lower caste because the place he lived in reflected a noble or even a king. Maron sighed as he looked at the figure that opened the door.
A middle-aged man wearing full plate armor and carrying a sword at his waist. He is tall and muscular with a broad chest. His face was wrinkled, and his eyes were sharp masculine. In addition, the mustache and beard are so neat that it makes his face look handsome but masculine.
The man looked worried when he saw Maron lying on the bed. He couldn't help but blame himself for making Maron come to such a state. A while ago, they were at war against another kingdom, and at a critical moment, he could not protect Maron. He still felt annoyed and regretful about what happened that time.
"Your Majesty, Pardon my incompetence in leading the troops. We can still control the situation. However, due to my actions at that time, His Majesty lay in bed without being able to do anything," said the man when he entered Maron's room. He looked so sorry that he lowered his head.
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