I am flowing in the dark, swooping and dissolving.

My body, my consciousness, everything is fuzzy.

Who I am?

Where I am ?

What is happening?

(I feel like I'm forgetting something important...)

Thoughts that grab at you and then spill out

Little by little, little by little

"Is it true about this place?"

"Yes, according to the maid who came to inform us, this is the basement..."

"Have you disarmed the spell?"

"I have."

A voice I've never heard before falls out.

And then...

The door creaked open with a squeak.

A light enters

"Hey! Hey! More light!"

The floor creaks.

"Oh, my God. What have you done to this little boy?"

"God!"

"We'd better get him out of here before we pray! "

"Get me something to wrap it around."

"Yes!"

The voices overlapping each other, and my dissolving consciousness floats to the surface.

The quiet place became bright and noisy, and I heard a gasping sound as I leaned forward.

And then ......

"He is breathing, I made it... thank God."

"Lord David, slow down, slow down, sir."

"Yes, I know."

With a word, a hand gently touched me.

（what is it...?)

I was scared ----.

The first thing I felt was fear.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Edward Harvin, right?"

(Edward? ...... me...?)

The next thing I felt was discomfort.

But the man's voice didn't know that and continued to speak.

"I am your uncle, David Grandes Finley. I am brother of your father Leonardo. It's all right now. You did well."

(David? ...... Leonardo ......?)

I felt like something was stuck in my head.

Not only my head, but also my body was too heavy to move.

The man who called himself my uncle gently picked me up and wrapped me in a warm blanket, as if he were handling a broken object.

"It's all right now."

The words were repeated.

But I had no idea what he was talking about.

Edward Harvin, I wondered, was that really my name?

Where am I?

Why am I here?

What was I doing?

What was I doing?

"We..........."

The questions overflowed. But I can't even speak.

"I wonder if you can't speak. Don't force yourself. It's okay."

For the third time, she said, "It's okay," and her kind blue-gray eyes looked into mine.

At that moment.

"...... I'm...sorry...!!!!!"

I didn't know how those words came out of my mouth in a whirlwind of questions.

I just found myself saying them as if I were breathing.

And then I reflexively shielded my head with my hand that I couldn't move before and shrank back.

The person who said "uncle" took a small gasp and fell silent.

And then ......

"......Why are you apologizing? There is nothing to apologize for. You did your best. You did great."

I felt a few warm drops of something fall onto my face.

I knew it was tears, and I knew my uncle was crying as he hugged me, but I didn't know why he was crying.

The people around me seemed to be crying as well.

"Come on, let's go with your uncle, Edward. First, I must take you to the temple to have your body examined."

"tem...ple?"

Edward said, "Yes. He will heal your aches and pains."

With that he took me in his arms and slowly stood up.

In his arms, my consciousness melted away again, wondering why a temple and not a doctor.

My name is Edward Harvin, and I am four years old.

I am a child of Count Harvin's family in the Kingdom of Leferit.

But soon I will be Edward Finley.

I will be adopted by my uncle, the Marquis David Grandes Finley, who came for me.

"There's no need to be nervous, everyone is looking forward to Edward's arrival."

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much."

"I told you before that I also have a son named Alfred, so I hope you will get along with him, he is five years older than you and I am sure he will play with you."

"Yes... I'll be a good boy."

"Edward is a good boy just the way he is. He'll be fine."

Is it his habit to say, "it's okay". The Marquis of Finley, worthy of being called handsome, said so and smiled softly.

Nearly half a month had passed since he was rescued from the hidden room of Count Harvin's family.

In the Kingdom of Leferit, there is a healing magic,  injuries and illnesses are healed by the healing mages in the temple.

But even if they could heal the injuries and illnesses, they could not heal the skinny body due to lack of nutrition, nor could they heal the heart that had been damaged by heartless words and violence.

After my treatment at the temple, I was taken to a quiet inn in a nearby town, where I would sleep, wake up, eat, sleep again...

I spent my time doing this repeatedly, being taken incredibly good care of until I was strong enough to go to the Finley estate in a horse-drawn carriage.

There was also my maid, Marie. I was glad she was safe.

During that time, the Marquises told me that I had been abused by my real parents and that my father had died in an attack by wild thieves.

And that my father's brother, the Marquis Finley, had come for me upon receiving the news.

But I knew there was more to it than that.

.........

The carriage, which I was riding in for the first time in my life, was running smoothly towards Finley's estate.

The surrounding area is a beautiful and lush field of wheat. It is a beautiful and rich field.

I took a deep  breath as I pretended to look out.

After the treatment at the temple, I developed a fever.

My uncle told me that I must have been tired. He told me that my wounds had healed and that I should rest and relax.

But the reason I developed a fever was probably because my four-year-old body exceeded its capacity.

It was what is called "wisdom fever"

That's right. It is hard to believe, but I had memories other than Edward's as a four-year-old.

I was just confused by all that was going on, you know?

But it was more than just confusion.

The world in my memory was a completely different world from this world.

I couldn't even dream of such a world as a 4 year old.

And .........

"We'll be there in the afternoon, so if you're tired, don't worry, just go back to sleep. I'll wake you up before we get there."

"...... Thank you."

I closed my eyes to suppress my fidgety and restless feelings.

I checked Edward's memories against my recollection of "him" to make sure they were correct.

My father, Leonardo, was the brother of my uncle David, the third son of the Marquis of Finley.

My father, who could not inherit the title, was groomed by the Earl of Harvin, but my father was what is often called a prodigal son, and even after I was born, he was playing around.

So my mother, the Countess, finally gave up on me.

Well, I guess the Countess Harvin family wanted to have a connection with the Marquis Finley, and that's probably how it is with marriages between nobles.

It seems that my mother, who is a countess, sometimes directed her resentment toward my father, who was a playboy, at me.

She would only hit me a little or skip meals.

And she left childcare to my nanny.

And since the nanny was also a lady supremacist person, I should not give love to the child of a man who betrays the lady.

Because the mothers were like that, the other maids couldn't touch me, and it was a vicious cycle.

The only one who cared about me was my maid Marie.

Marie is the daughter of a viscount and was begged by the count to be my mother's maid.

I am the heir to the next head of the Harvin family, so I had to have a personal maid, so Marie herself approached me and told me to go ahead with it.

Marie is amazing.

In the midst of such a life, what put the final nail in the coffin was the "incident that my father's latest partner came to the mansion".

Of course, my mother lost her temper.

She kicked out the partner and gave up on my father, who was not there, once and for all.

My mother did not kick him out. But the very next day, she left the Count's house herself.

She didn't run off to the mansion where my grandparents lived; she left with someone she loved.

In other words, it was an elopement.

Because they eloped, of course they wouldn't take a child of a man they didn't like.

And she originally abandoned the child.

My father heard about it and rushed back to the house, and the rest of the house was a shambles.

My father snapped, asking me where my mother had gone and why you, the child, had not stopped her.

He punched me, kicked me, and knocked me out.

I had been beaten several times before for not looking like me, but that wasn't the worst of it.

Marie and indeed the butler stopped him.

They said that it was not good to let me, the heir of the next head of the family, die before the Grand Master, the Count, had made a decision.

If that was the case, I wished he would have protected me a little earlier.

But as long as my mother was there, she was the one who made the decisions for that mansion, so I guess it was inevitable.

My father, in order to prevent Count and Countess Harvin, who were living in the mansion he had built for his retirement, from finding out about it, he took a few guards and ran off to look for my mother and the man.

And then he died.

He was attacked by wild thieves. I wonder if it is true.

I heard that the Count and Countess had already been informed of my mother's running away from home. It's suspicious, isn't it?

A group of merchants passing by found my father and informed the house, but for some reason, one of the merchants found something belonging to the Finley family in my father's belongings, so one of the merchants sent word to the Finley as well.

The marquis, who seemed to be aware of the affairs of his brother who had been groomed by the count's family, took it upon himself to protect me.

But at this point, I was in the biggest trouble of my life.