The Demented hero of Reincarnation -(Damn Reincarnation)

"Bloody hell!" Edward exclaimed, finally managing to harness the wild energy coursing through him.

Startled by the loud voice, the young wheat-haired youth flinched and further tightened his grip on his oak wand, inadvertently summoning a mid-level fire spirit.

As a large spider appeared on the youth's shoulder, it radiated a powerful aura of fire.

Witnessing this, Edward rolled his eyes and communicated, "Instead of waving your wand around like a fool, could you help me get up?" Edward said as he made eye contact with the youth, raising his arm in a pleading gesture.

"Are you talking to me?" Cassian asked cautiously.

"No, I'm addressing the other guy I'm goggling at," Edward replied, slightly shaking his head. 

Picking up on the sarcasm in Edward's voice, Cassian retorted, "How can I trust you not to attack me, especially after I just witnessed you unleash that god awful amount of mana," Cassin paused before adding, "and steal my damn money." His anger was palpable at such a prospect.

"Why would I…," Edward paused, catching his tongue. Pinching the bridge of his nose Edward continued, " "I swear on my mana that I won't, so just help me up," Edward pressed.

"Did he really swear on his mana over something so trivial?" Cassian thought, casting a pitying glance at the young man on the ground. "Now that I think about it, he does look like a beggar. Maybe I should spare a few sals… No, I can't fall for that; I won't give to the less fortunate."

Reading the flow of youths intent Edward replied rigid faced

 "To feel pity for someone you've just met? Tch, tch," he joked.

Though it was their first encounter with another, Edward, who had been secluded for the past several months, had finally had a proper interaction with another human. Rather than speaking to the trees who most likely would tell him to shut the hell up listening to his constant chatter.

"Just help me up," Edward insisted again.

After a moment's hesitation, Cassian stared at the hand extended toward him, then back at Edward's face, searching for any signs of malice. A moment longer yielded only an expression that seemed oddly indifferent—as if it didn't belong to a living person.

Those eyes … look akin to the dead.

Behind those lifelessly dark emerald green eyes, was something fervent that seemed to slumber. 

With determination, Cassian grasped Edward's hand and hoisted him up with considerable exertion. "Why does he weigh so much?" Cassian thought, through gritted teeth.

Once Edward was upright, he expressed his gratitude. "Thank you."

"Sure, I guess," Cassian replied.

"Now, I have a question for you."

"I knew it, I'm getting mugged," Cassian thought nervously.

"Stop fretting over nonsense," Edward spoke baffled by the intent he could see radiating from the youth.

'Now that I think about it, my appearance must look unruly,' 

Snap!

With a loud snap, a powerful wave of energy enveloped Edward, cleansing him of any lingering ailments. Instantly, his appearance reverted to its former self. His ashen gray hair fell smoothly around his head, and his skin cleared of dirt and blood, revealing blemish-free skin. His previously bare body, clad now only in a cloak and tattered trousers, transformed into a humble outfit. A Pair of black pants, dress shoes, and a white baggy shirt.

Gazing at Edward, Cassian's eyes darted to his freshly restored ashen hair before he stuttered, "A-are you from the Lionheart clan?" He now spoke with a tone of reverence.

Taken aback by the abrupt claim made, Edward replied, "You could say that," he nodded, "but really, who cares? Just speak casually," he added with a shrug.

"O-okay, si- pardon me—wait, how am I supposed to address you?" Cassian paused, puzzled.

"Just call me Edward, I'm merely a humble swordsman," Edward said with a casual air.

"Edward, huh?" Cassin thought, trying to remember if he'd ever heard that name before. "humble swordsmen my ass, he would obviously be a powerful figure within the Lionheart clan to emit such a powerful aura." Cassin concluded watching Edward before

in the normal novel 

The name Edward Lionheart echoed throughout the Pentagon—the capital of the Magic Kingdom, Aroth. Among the struggling young wizards who toiled to pay their living and tuition expenses through odd jobs like guiding, Edward was a figure of envy.

Even though he didn't have much talent in magic, Edward was someone who had been able to enter a Tower of Magic by relying solely on his personal connections. Although he hadn't become a disciple of the Red Tower Master, this had still enabled Edward to learn magic from one of the Tower Master's subordinates.

To these poor, young wizards, he was known as a dunce, a fool, and a son of a bitch, who squandered his opportunity after getting caught dabbling in the dark arts whilst playing with succubus. 

of this would be the cast in the original story, but currently the world thoguth of him as yet another dead man 

(this is the author, now that I think about it I would also do the same.)

As Edward regarded the youth before him, he couldn't help but wonder, "I ponder, have my siblings forgotten of me after all that time..?"

Pausing his thoughts Edward questioned. 

"but now that I think about it, what's your title?" Edward questioned

"I'm Cassin, a spirit mage from the white magic tower" Cassin replied with a slight nod.

Registering the name I continued

"Let's continue this .grandeur inside shall we, Cassin?" Edward proposed

Cassin, considering the proposal, tucked his wand into his robe, dismissing his fire spirit and returning to his typical slouched posture. 

"Sure, but make sure to come in through the front; otherwise, that old man will...," Cassin replied, nodding before adding, "And don't forget to buy something; don't just window shop!"

"fine," Edward replied nonchalantly.

***

As the wheat-haired young man pulled the old wooden door shut, a sharp squeak erupted, followed by a solid slam. 

Edward reached up to touch his face, delicately brushing his left eye. A frown crossed his features. 

As he summoned a fine shard of ice to the tip of his index finger he brought the sharp point closer to his left eye. 

Gush!

***

Ring!

The entrance bells jingled.

As Edward stepped through the doors of the bookstore, he was enveloped by the welcoming aroma of aged books and mold. 

"Welcome, young man!" bellowed an elderly man of small stature and a snow-white beard that sprouted from his face. 

Watching the man manifest from thin air Edward who was curious about the individual observed his intent, it was just yellow. 

The old man was excluding nothing but joy?

"odd" 

"Greetings, sir," Edward replied, intrigued.

"Ah, my dear lad! If I may inquire, what kind of books does your mind yearn to explore? We offer a vast array of options!"

"I'll take a look around," Edward replied indifferently. 

Walking to the closest shelf, Edward grabbed the thickest book he could muster. It was a leather-bound book with an image of a wonderful woman who donned a sullen smile coupled with a cascade of purple hair and a pointed-tipped hat. The title read, "Wise Sienna: An Autobiography of History's Greatest Mage." The book was a testament to Sienna one of the heroes within the heroes' party three centuries ago. 

Watching me hastily choose the book, the old man commented

"Ahh, that's rubbish, if you want an exceptionally written book you should get this one" the old man spoke. 

Racing backward the elderly man grabbed an even thicker book, which with no doubt would have a higher price tag, but who was he to judge moneys money? 

Taken aback by this unexpected suggestion, I gingerly slid the book back into the crudely made shelf and asked?

What makes this book so special? The other appeared quite fitting."

Edward conveyed 

"You could say that, but that book cuts most of the important information out opting for more of a sensational book"

Not feeling the need to resist, with my newfound wealth of gold, I merely grasped the book and walked to the weathered reception table. During this, the old man returned to the back room.

Cassin, observing Edward's return, lazily quipped, "Took you long enough."

"I was busy," Edward replied, 7las he gestured to the hefty book.

Casting a scrutinizing glance at the volume, Cassin asked for the payment.

"That will be 20,000 sals," he replied.

Reaching into my cloak's subspace I counted several gold coins before placing them on the desk surface. 

"Would this be sufficient?"

Cassin's expression turned completely blank as he observed Edward casually grab such an exorbitant amount of money, nonchalantly. 

Not bothering to address the confusion, Edward slid into a nearby chair.

Collecting himself, Cassin seized the moment, saying, "Edward, any questions you ask will come at the cost of a few sals."

"How much?" Edward replied with an indifferent tone.

"200,"

"Well then, the question I have is nothing much, I just want the detailing events taking place during the past 5 years"

Starting at Edward, Cassian noticed that he donned a new eye coupled with his green one. 

Accepting the nonsense, Cassian informed Edward on his inquiries. 

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