Chapter 1
A land made entirely of ice exists.
It is said that one of the Seven Demon Kings, the King of Harsh Winter, was sealed there.
1,000 years have passed since the last war.
People gradually forgot about the existence of the Demon King.
He became nothing more than a character in a fairy tale, distorted to the point of becoming unrecognizable.
Just a topic of conversation for people.
It’s hard to believe that this miserable figure was once a being called a disaster in the distant past.
No one ever worried about the seal being broken—no one even doubted it.
Even the memory of Beelzebub, who was the last to be sealed, faded away.
The surviving heroes left traces of themselves all over the world and built graves for their friends.
And so, the stories say, they each set off on their own paths.
“Tsk.”
Rowen clicked his tongue lightly.
He closed a book titled The Story of Five Heroes and stood up.
The book, worn out from being read too much since childhood, was falling apart.
“I wonder what those guys are doing right now.”
Lian, who had his head crushed by Beelzebub’s demon sword in his previous life, was reincarnated under the name ‘Rowen.’
At first, he had no idea what was happening.
He distinctly remembered the excruciating pain that spread through every nerve in his body.
But when he came to his senses, the sound of a baby’s loud cry reached his ears.
That cry came from his own throat, and Rowen cried even harder, bewildered.
Back then, he thought that God had given him another chance.
“…Back then…”
Right before he died, he had an absurd thought.
He imagined being reincarnated and gaining enough power to seal that bastard.
Right after that, his brain was pierced, and he couldn’t do anything.
“To think I’d actually be reincarnated.”
And as the illegitimate child of the prestigious ‘Balenos Family,’ the rulers of the Northern Wintera.
Rowen, born as an illegitimate son among three sons and one daughter, faced a lot of disdain.
As a result, he was under a lot of stress.
He swung his sword.
He relieved his stress through training.
“At least my older brother is nice… That guy, though…”
The eldest son, Kael, never looked down on him.
Being busy with the Knight Order’s affairs was one reason, but Kael, with his inherently good nature, wasn’t the kind of person who would discriminate against others.
On the other hand, the second son.
Cain, who was born in the same year but earlier than Rowen, acted like he was Rowen’s older brother and belittled him.
Even when Rowen swung his sword, Cain would offer unsolicited advice.
He would interfere and pick fights whenever he could.
He was just an idiot.
Was his brain small?
He had no learning ability.
Despite both being ten years old, Cain’s only pastime was bullying his younger brother.
‘We’re way too different, aren’t we?’
Every time, Rowen taught him a lesson with his swordsmanship.
Did he have any idea whose soul was inside this small body?
Rowen shook his head.
He picked up the folded book and placed it back on the bookshelf.
As always, he reminisced about his comrades.
If they, the heroes blessed by God and angels with near-immortal lives, were still living somewhere…
In the story, it was said that the ‘Great Mage’ buried the body of the ‘Great Knight’ in a sunny place.
“Mio…”
The Great Mage, Mio Rizfeld.
Born in the Eastern Calia Run, she was the one who understood all the principles of the world.
Even now, she was still admired by many.
The story said that she cried the most sorrowfully.
That’s accurate.
Mio would have cried the most sorrowfully upon seeing Lian’s corpse.
They had been together since the beginning.
She was the longest-standing companion among all those who had been with him.
“…Who the hell wrote this?”
No matter how much he thought about it, the book contained too many accurate details to be written by anyone other than one of his comrades.
Besides mentioning how Mio cried, it also included jokes they shared with each other.
Trivial things, fights, memories, and happy moments.
It was like pieces of memories pieced together.
Even though he had closed the book and placed it on the bookshelf, his heart ached as always.
Hooong—
A frosty wind blew in through the open window.
The weather was clear, and the sun was high in the sky.
It was currently summer.
“Snow everywhere, even though it’s summer.”
Close to the land where the King of Harsh Winter was sealed.
Our home is in the Northern Wintera.
The Balenos Family has been the guardians of the North for generations, and the lords of the territory Snowfall.
Because of this, snow always fell in the North.
All year round.
It fell without stopping.
It’s a place where it always snows, and the cold always descends.
This is the Northern Wintera.
* * *
When I was born, it is said that the sky opened up.
For an illegitimate child to be blessed with heavenly fortune—among the nobles, it was something to be astonished at.
And for good reason. When the sky opens, it only happens when someone of the royal bloodline is born.
My father never told me about my birth mother.
He simply said that one day I would come to know.
He would just quietly pat my head.
Maybe it’s still too early for a ten-year-old like Rowen to know.
If I had opened my eyes right when I was reincarnated, I might have seen my mother.
But a newborn baby cannot open their eyes immediately upon birth.
No matter if they are born with memories of their past life.
One cannot defy the laws of life.
Whatever the case, Rowen’s origin is still that of an illegitimate child.
This fact will never change.
No matter where he goes, he will always carry the label of a bastard, and it’s obvious he’ll be met with disdainful looks.
Rowen shook his head and looked at his palm.
A blue orb took shape, forming a perfect sphere.
It was as clear as a miniature pond.
If any stray thoughts mix in, the purity of the mana becomes murky, so he shook his head vigorously.
He then focused his nerves on the mana gathered at his fingertips.
“Should I twist it?”
Rowen was completely immersed in magic.
For a ten-year-old boy, the existence of magic was like a dream.
Even though he was an illegitimate child, the blood of the Balenos Family ran through his veins.
Because of that, his mana was astoundingly immense for his age.
It wasn’t as though he hadn’t used magic in his previous life.
But for the son of a Hero, he had a disappointingly small amount of mana.
By the time he reached adulthood, he barely became an intermediate-level mage.
He knew the theories inside and out.
But his mana was absurdly lacking.
After turning ten, his mana amount never increased.
So, he tried everything.
He tried to obtain elixirs, go to bed early, and even visited the Forest of Spirits.
But the world was not that easy.
So, he picked up a sword.
Fortunately, his talent for swordsmanship was deeply ingrained in his soul, probably thanks to his father’s bloodline.
Compared to his previous life, he now possessed an overwhelming amount of mana.
Rowen had awakened to magic.
In his previous life, it wasn’t that he lacked talent for magic.
His talent, inherited from his father, overflowed.
He mastered everything that could be performed with a small amount of mana.
He was simply hindered by the lack of mana.
With the memories and experience of his past life, Rowen was able to awaken to magic.
Overwhelming talent.
Rowen’s heart raced at the thought of being able to use the magic he couldn’t perform in his past life.
So, what he’s currently manifesting is—
“Elemental Infusion.”
He lightly formulated the runic language.
He didn’t bother with an incantation.
He had no need to speak aloud because his mana wasn’t lacking.
He could manifest it without the aid of an incantation.
‘Our family was known for their mastery of Frost Magic.’
After quickly formulating, he coated only his right arm with mana.
Covering his entire body would require too much cost.
The core of Frost Magic sought after his family’s DNA.
In other words, it desired his family’s essence.
But Rowen couldn’t offer up his family’s essence completely.
“Because the flower of my mana hasn’t fully bloomed yet.”
It’s precisely because he’s not old enough.
The flower of mana blooms only when one becomes an adult.
When the flower of mana blooms and spins, it releases its attribute throughout the body.
So, for now, there was no need to shed blood.
Just infusing the immature frost flower into the mana held in his palm was enough.
Crrr—
A thin veil of ice slowly coated his right arm.
The energy of the ice, growing denser, enhanced his defense.
This much was something anyone in the family could do.
But Rowen did not stop there.
Focusing on increasing defense is a good option.
After all, that’s the original purpose of this spell.
But what if another spell was layered on top of the coated ice?
“One could call this dual infusion.”
Rowen took the fragment of mana flickering in his left hand and placed it into his right hand.
He clasped his hands together like in prayer and focused.
He imagined it.
‘A sword.’
If there was a specific form he wanted.
Suddenly, he thought of his comrade from his past life.
The one who silently slashed through enemies using dark magic.
He didn’t know why he thought of him, but it wasn’t a bad thing.
He used a sword, and Abel used a sword too.
Though the forms and fields were different, they trained in swordsmanship together and shared their knowledge.
That’s why he was confident in this weapon.
He visualized a blade specialized in assassination.
The Assassination Sword.
‘Let’s make it like Abel’s weapon.’
Crack!
Crrr-crack!
Gradually, like a sprout growing from the soil and becoming a tree, a sharp ice blade formed.
The blade, created from his wrist, emitted the chill of frost.
He didn’t just stop at infusing attributes to strengthen his body.
He enabled the creation of a weapon.
It was literally a chance to counterattack while defending.
He just needed to simplify this magic to manifest it faster.
Should he skip the creation process?
No, that wasn’t it.
It had already established itself as a complete spell, so there was no need to modify it.
“In that case…”
The answer was clear.
It’s a matter of proficiency.
His body wasn’t yet fully adapted to the chill of frost.
It was a matter of calculation.
It was too much for his underdeveloped body to unleash frost instantly.
“What if I grit my teeth and push through?”
When would it become possible?
It wasn’t particularly difficult to turn his imagination into reality.
But this was practically his first time controlling this amount of mana, so he wasn’t used to it.
His body had a hard time accepting it too.
“But it’s not impossible.”
If he spent the night practicing like this, he would be able to manifest other forms.
He swung his arm.
The sharp ice dagger made a blade-like sound.
It infused the surrounding air with the chill.
Instantly, the area around him cooled down.
“No need to rush.”
He’s only ten years old.
There’s still a lot of time left until his coming-of-age ceremony, and there’s more than enough time to focus on other spells as well.
Rowen stopped casting magic.
The fragments of blue mana quickly scattered into the air.
The ice blade on his right arm and the hardened frost covering it shattered.
Along with the characteristic cool sensation, a sense of satisfaction rose up.
“Let’s take it slow.”
No matter how excited he was, overexerting himself would damage his body.
Slowly.
If he gradually increased his capabilities, there would come a day when he could use frost freely.
Rowen imagined.
He imagined creating weapons using the frost mana enveloping his entire body whenever necessary.
Just thinking about it made his heart race.
That’s why he wanted it even more.
He desired growth.
The unique trait of the Balenos Family that makes them stronger with age.
He understood why this family has been able to manage the North for over a thousand years.
He understood why their territory, Snowfall, has never been captured.
Even without intense training, they become as strong as high-ranking knights.
The amount of mana increases, and their muscles develop naturally.
So they put in even more effort.
To become stronger than anyone else.
The family’s teaching is that if one is blessed with a body, they must put in the effort to match it.
Although he retained the memories of his past life, his body had the blood of the Balenos Family.
Perhaps that’s why he felt the need to work even harder.
“I wish I could become an adult soon.”
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