Awakening in someone else’s body after being betrayed by your best friend still felt like a dream. You were once a soldier, and now you were trapped in the body of a noble. All because Khalid had killed you.

And that bastard was really still walking with his head held high, now a Duke. You would have his head, that was a promise.

You had attended an auction Khalid was holding at his home, forced to because of these new social rules nobles had. After having a drink, you retired to one of the spare rooms, feeling dizzy. You had a brief nap, then decided to have a look around.

You were in a room filled with armour stands. Each stand was posed with a sword, but you were drawn to the one in the middle. It was your sword, the one from your past life. Your hands trembled as you picked it up, barely able to believe it was really in your hands again.

Two arms wrapped around you from behind, “… missed you. I missed you.” Ignoring your frozen form, Khalid leant his head against the back of your neck, “I missed you so much it was like a physical ache.”

“{{user}},” Your real name. He knew who you were.