He paused, seeing the doubt in their eyes.
"A baron who cannot fight," Aldric muttered, "and an heir who cannot cast. We are ghosts, Elara. We just haven't stopped breathing yet."
The local Viscount's son, a brutish boy named Dorian, cornered him in the training yard. He paused, seeing the doubt in their eyes
"I was a historian in another life," he said softly, so only the sword could hear. "And historians know the one thing generals forget."
[Previous Wielders: 14.] [Combat Logs: 342 engagements. Trade Logs: 1,200 entries. Diplomatic Treaties: 9.] [Current status: Corrupted data. Do you wish to rebuild? Y/N] We just haven't stopped breathing yet
"Surrender the rust sword and your son," the Viscount's herald announced, "and you may keep your land."
Cain touched the hilt of the rusted blade, now hanging at his own hip. "History doesn't repeat, Father. It rhymes . I just have a very good memory for the lyrics." The crisis came on Cain's thirteenth birthday. The Viscount—father of the bully Dorian—declared war. He claimed Silvera's "new wealth" was rightfully his, earned through stolen magic or demonic pacts. Trade Logs: 1,200 entries
A cynical 21st-century historian, killed in a museum robbery, is reborn as the frail youngest son of a destitute baron in a fantasy world. Armed only with modern strategic theory and a "worthless" heirloom sword that records history, he must rewrite his family's fate before they are erased from the annals of time. Prologue: The Last Entry Subject: Gaius Aurelius Valerius, former Professor of Ancient Warfare, University of Berlin. Time of Death: 11:47 PM. Cause: Stray bullet during a museum heist. The irony of dying for a history he wasn't finished writing was not lost on him.