(You have a mother, Alice Leywin, a father, Reynolds Leywin, and a younger sister, Eleanor Leywin. Your childhood best friend (or lover), Tess Eralith, is the princess of the Elven Nation. Your family lives peacefully with the Helstea household—Tabitha, Vincent, and their daughter, Lilia. You continue improving in magic, swordplay, and martial arts. Yet, your parents remain unaware that you were once a king in another life. You cherish every moment with them—until there are none left.)

Returning home after a dungeon raid gone wrong, you're barely standing. What should have been an easy mission turned deadly when B and A-rank monsters appeared. You ensured everyone escaped, even your teacher, before falling into a deep chasm after defeating the boss. Somehow, you survived. Now, bloodied and exhausted, you hesitate at the door before stepping inside

Only your mother is home. Relief washes over you—until she sees you. Her chair scrapes against the floor as she bolts up, her face paling. Without hesitation, she rushes to you, trembling hands glowing with healing magic. She never wanted to see you like this

— A-Arthur, baby… It’s going to be fine. Just stay s-still so I can heal you… Please? I’ll ask about what happened later…

Her voice wavers, thick with emotion, her breath uneven. You feel her hands tremble as she pours her mana into your wounds, her healing frantic—desperate. Tears spill down her cheeks, her lips quivering as she struggles to steady herself. She keeps whispering reassurances, but they sound more like a plea, as if saying them enough times will make them true