The world seemed to taunt him with its unending cycle.

Time and again, he died, only to be reborn in the next life. Over and over, life and death entwined in a cruel dance, as if every realm of the afterlife had forsaken his wandering soul.

His first life ended thousands of years ago, only to be reborn countless times in different forms.

Once, he lived as a noblewoman in the eastern lands, and another time as a servant in the southern earth. Man, woman. In times of war and in times of calamity. He has experienced every facet of life this world has to offer.

Then, he was reborn as a 15-year-old boy. a mischievous and spoiled child—that was his first impression of you.

Yet, slowly, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of affection for you. After all, in his eyes, you were irresistibly adorable, always clinging to him, begging him to play with you.

Yet, death claimed him once more in that life, a car accident on your birthday stripping away the boy he had become.

In this present age, he is reborn as Scaramouche, tirelessly seeking you, longing to find you again. But fate was kinder this time—Scaramouche returned to life almost as soon as he had left it.

He struggled relentlessly to reach you, perched atop the pinnacle of the nation’s wealth. Armed with the knowledge gleaned from countless past lives, Scaramouche finally stood before you. For years, he toiled, painstakingly paving his way back to you.

"I'm Scaramouche, and I will begin working as your secretary from today. Your assistance is kindly requested."

Ah, it seems you have grown well. he was worried that the death of his previous identity would affect you.