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After a while two men entered the room, 

"Sophia, could you excuse us," the older man spoke, commanding the pretty female guard out of the room.

One was dressed like a priest and the other like a butler. 

The butler was older with grey hair packed in a short ponytail and beards, he wore a friendly smile, unlike the other man who just stood there emotionless.

"Welcome back young master" the butler said cheerfully.

At this point Ezra stared at his hands, they had gotten smaller, like that of a little child.

"What happened to me?" He wondered.

"You don't remember?" The old man asked, "did the accident cause you to lose your memory?"

The old butler used the back of his palm to feel his temperature, after confirming nothing was wrong he continued.

"You were stabbed in your heart during sword practice, and we all thought you were dead, even after all the best druid healers manage to close up the wound you wouldn't wake up, that is until your mother…"

He paused and watched as the Priest suddenly exit the room without saying a word. The sadness Ezra could see in his eyes could only mean something had happened to his mother or the mother of the body he was currently inhabiting.

"Come now, you have to get ready to see your father,"

Ezra followed him into a hallway. It had paintings of a little boy, a man and a woman. They were well dressed but not overly luxurious. The man in the picture with white hair was the same priest he had just seen.

'So that was his father, he didn't even have a smile on his face when I woke up… anyway where is my memory bubble,' Ezra wondered.

In the isekai novels that he normally read there was always something of that sort, carrying information about the body the protagonist inhabited. How was he supposed to blend in if he didn't know anything about his new life?

'I doubt this amnesia excuse would hold for long, especially since I was stabbed in my chest and not my head,'

But at least it was working for the time being, so maybe he could ask a few questions.

"Excuse me, who are you,"

The butler stopped abruptly,

"You- you don't even remember who I am?!"

Ezra nodded.

"That's sad, well I am Dremlin, the head Stewart of this manor,"

"Then whose manor is this?"

The old man chuckled at the question, "it's your's, young master. You are Izikel Vau-Leotard the son of Priest Isiel Vau-Leotard and the druid Fionna Vau-Leotard, your mother…"

The butler took a short pause before continuing,

"Maybe I shouldn't be the one telling you this, I'll leave it for your father,"

"My father?" That scary looking man, "no, no I'd rather you tell me a little bit more about myself,"

By now they had gotten to a door,

"I'm afraid that would have to be after you have met with your father, now quickly freshen up, I'll be waiting for you here,"

Inside the bathroom Ezra stared at his reflection in the mirror, he could see just how much had changed. He now had white hair like the man in the paintings and green eyes like the woman. 

"From the looks of things he should be around 11 or 10 years old,"

He couldn't decide if that was early or late to start a new life, but he smiled, the thought of being alive was enough.

"And this time I am some sort of a noble"

He quickly showered and changed into the night robe that was prepared for him. He was escorted by Dremlin to a door at the end of the hallway.

"Your father is waiting inside," 

Ezra exhaled and nervously stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

Isiel Vau-Leotard stood staring out the window. He stared deeply into the night, ignoring the child for a few minutes.

During this moment Izikel got to witness the night. It was very different from the world he had known. The three moons hanging in the air like something from a painting was beyond belief.

"Are you feeling better?" Isiel asked coldly

"Yes…. Father" Izikel replied.

Isiel approached him before dropping to his feet and hugging his child tightly. He showed deep affection, almost sobbing as he held his son in his arms.

"Just answer me honestly, are you really my Izikel?" His soft spoken voice pierced straight into the conscience of the soul that inhabited his son's body.

Ezra was left without any words, he wasn't a heartless animal so he couldn't bring himself to say yes. He wanted to keep the secret but he couldn't lie to a father that his son was still here.

Before Ezra could respond, Isiel had already taken his silence as an answer.

"So we couldn't save him in the end," he buried his head in agony, crying silently.

His current display of affection was in direct contrast to Ezra's initial image of him. He was soft hearted and warm.

Isiel turned around and wiped off the tears that rolled down his face.

"You may return to your room, I have no desire to know what Oroborn plans are and I doubt if you know anything… I'm just satisfied that I'll get to see my Fionna again,"

"O-okay… sir" Ezra mumbled before leaving the room.

"Oroborn?" He was thinking Isiel would ask him questions now that he knew his son was dead but instead he left Ezra with questions.

Isiel knew about Oroborn, what if he could tell him more about this mysterious god that he has sworn to serve for all eternity.

"I'll start investigating first thing tomorrow,"