Looking Forward to Another World - Chapter 1 : The Start

The summer day was clear and bright.

Warm sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating a rather luxurious room. Riegel sat on an clearly expensive bed, half-covered with a quilt. His complexion was slightly pale, suggesting recent illness, but his spirit seemed good as if he was recovering from a severe illness.

At the bedside stood a figure.

A priest.

“Looking quite energetic today, Mr. Riegel,” the priest remarked, holding a book in one hand and a feather pen in the other. His gaze, seemingly observing Riegel, was warm and inviting.

“Really?” Riegel responded, seemingly oblivious to the priest’s scrutiny, yet nodded in agreement. “Indeed, I feel much better today. I think I can get out of bed without any trouble.”

“That’s wonderful,” the priest replied. “Your recovery has been faster than I anticipated. Although further observation is necessary, you should be able to get out of bed and move around soon if everything goes well.”

The priest began writing on a parchment with his feather pen as he spoke. The characters he wrote were strange and mysterious, resembling special symbols, which briefly captured Riegel’s attention.

Upon closer inspection, these symbol-like characters weren’t present only on the parchment but also on the priest himself. He wore a gold-edged robe adorned with these runes, adding an air of mystery and unspoken intellect to his persona.

“For precaution, I’ll perform a magical check-up on you.” the priest said gently. “Excuse my intrusion.”

Setting aside his writing materials, the priest raised his hands towards Riegel’s chest. Soon, obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations flowed from his lips, and a soft, gentle glow emanated from his hands.

In the next moment, Riegel felt a gradual warmth spreading through his body, as if he was immersed in an invisible warm stream. His body grew comfortably warm, and his spirit lifted.

After a while, the priest ceased his actions and withdrew his hands.

“Well, your body has fully recovered, and the previous injuries are all healed,” he announced. “Mr. Riegel, rest in bed for one more day, and you can start moving around from tomorrow.”

While saying this, a hint of unnoticeable sympathy and pity flickered in the priest’s eyes. He hesitated briefly, then advised, “Your body is mostly fine now, but it would be best not to use magic again. The (Gate) within your body is severely damaged, preventing the flow of magic power. If you use magic carelessly, it might lead to a chaotic surge of power…”

He left the sentence unfinished.

Nevertheless, Riegel smiled faintly at the priest and assured him, “I understand my condition and won’t be reckless.”

“That’s good to hear,” the priest replied with a slight smile. “In that case, I will leave you for now. A young lady will visit you soon. Please rest in bed for the time being.”

After a few more words of caution, the priest quietly left.

Riegel remained alone in the room, sitting on the bed, lost in thought.

“Sigh…”

After a few seconds, he let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

“Magic, huh?”

Looking at his hands, paler and younger than he remembered, he mused out loud.

“Even if I was allowed to use it, I doubt I could muster anything significant.”

In Riegel’s original era and world, magic was merely a fanciful concept, non-existent in reality. But in this world, it seemed to be an accepted truth.

His thoughts drifted back to a month ago.

He remembered waking up in this strange world, his initial encounter with magic. The shock, confusion, and disbelief now seemed like distant memories.

At least now, Riegel had fully embraced his new reality in this world. Over the past month, he had come to understand this world.

In summary, it was a world of swords and magic, a fantastical realm in which extraordinary and mystical powers exist.

A month ago, he had arrived in this world and assumed a new identity. The original owner of this identity was a native of this world, sharing his name but not his past.

The original Riegel Brehaut was a young lad of just 17, a stark contrast to the nearly three decades of life experience carried by the soul now residing within him. Perhaps the youthfulness of the original Riegel made the soul’s transition into this new role smoother.

*Knock, knock, knock…*

Lost in his thoughts, Riegel was brought back to reality by a knock on the door.

“Riegel, are you awake?”