Reincarnated As Napoleon の小説・ストーリー

No one had to worry about food again, and the newborns had more than enough milk to drink. I hesitated when I saw his righteous indignation, but I decided to tell him the truth. "Actually, I am from another world. I don't know what happened either. I was hiking, and somehow I ended up in your world. Then, they found us and brought us back." Sean immediately said, "It must have been the Beast God who sent you here. Everything is as the Beast God's will. He has brought you to me." I immediately nodded in firm agreement. I exclaimed, "You're right! It must be the Beast God's will!"

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.

"That's not—" "You died when you were just ten years old." I stiffened. The man's voice trembled as he continued, his pain laid bare. "We buried you inside the Gagnac. We thought that was the end. But then… we heard rumors of a new goddess, one who bore your exact face, your exact soul." He exhaled heavily. "You weren't Freya anymore. You were Athena. The lake of Gayank gave you power, brought you back—but at a cost."

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

She did everything so that he could find his lost beloved, which he also uses to reincarnate in their bodies to be able to meet his beloved the prophet. Being that during great conquests, in long and successive battles.

"You've got to be kidding me. Do you know how long we have been working on this? But it took you less than two days to crack it. What kind of a brain do you have?" "I don't know," I chuckled lightly. "There is only one person who would have been able to pull this up, and that person is Princess Ashina. Unfortunately, the lovely princess is dead but I guess we have her reincarnated here." Damon tapped me lightly on the shoulder. Well, her reincarnation is indeed here, literally. "I hope I will not get into trouble because of this?" I asked him. "What do you mean? Why should you be in trouble for being a brain box?"

And when I returned to the room wearing nothing more than my own nudity as clothing, I heard a new song playing softly between the cold walls of the place. I sat on the bed and took my hands in my hair to remove the crown, and I watched it in my hand, wondering what the price was in five centuries to keep it in my possession. What was the price paid for having reincarnated into a human without memories and powers, doomed to reign in a world surrounded by evil and fire. The world outside seemed to make fun of me, with all the orange shadows that rose to the eaves of the window, confirming that that was my destiny; fire, blood and ashes.

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His eyes have long closed down, his body turning cold as his warm blood soaked into my clothes and painted by skin. 'He's dead, Kathrine. Stop it.' My wolf purred in pain, dragging me out of a madness' spell. The pain of our mate dying weighed on my chest. But more than that I was delighted because like Israel Babbiani there was no greedy mate alive to take advantage of my helplessness. No asshole could threaten me now. I was free and reincarnated as a person I had always wanted to be— confident and brave. I was the writer of my own fate now. So would Beverly be.