The Reincarnated Hero Is Melancholic

My long life, though still too short compared to yours, ended.

“…Thank you, Isid.”

‘If only I’d been granted a little more time.’

“Roel!”

At the end of the war against the dark wizards that decided the fate of the continent, I died in Isid’s arms.

‘Yes, that much was certain…’

“Oh dear, my baby, who could you have gotten your beauty from?”

I was reborn.

As the distant descendant of a comrade and friend who fought beside me.

❧༻༺❁༻༺☙

The world I woke to was five hundred years past my death. The world I knew had changed, and my friends had become figures of a distant past.

But one thing remained.

My most precious friend still existed in this world where all my memories had faded.

He had become the guardian dragon of this continent, this empire we once protected.

“Roel.”

I knew Isid grieved deeply at my death.

“I had so many regrets since you left.”

“…What regrets?”

“I should have died with you instead.”

But I hadn’t expected it to be this bad!

He looked into my trembling eyes and smiled gently.

“One loss is enough. I will not lose you again.”

His large hand cupped my cheek.

“You won’t lose me either.”

“Isid…”

“I swear on my heart.”

Thump—

At the weight of his vow, my heart beat anew.