Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 1

I’ve never seen anyone with such strong loyalty as you.

This was something Logen often heard from his friends as they traveled the world, fighting for freedom.

But Logen always answered the same way.

“Loyalty is nonsense…”

Many people were surprised when he said this.

“It’s just revenge.”

Most of them understood it as revenge for losing their country, seeing it as another form of loyalty.

The truth was different, but Logen didn’t bother explaining.

It wasn’t a story he was proud of.

He was someone who killed his father and was kicked out of his family for the bad things he did when he was young and careless.

After living a hard life for more than ten years, he realized how foolish he had been.

But it was too late to feel sorry and regretful.

He stood in front of his family’s burning home, wanting to ask for forgiveness, and he promised revenge with tears in his eyes.

Revenge for his family.

And…

Revenge because he could not say sorry to his family before they died.

He forgot which came first as time passed.

Just.

“Just one more bad person to defeat. Just a few more to make up for my past.”

Day by day.

He regretted the past.

He continued his life with only one goal.

His life itself was a struggle.

He felt like the end was near for his difficult life.

Then, a miracle happened.

He had a dream of his early days.

He remembered his happy childhood.

He remembered the bad days when he did terrible things because he was jealous.

He regretted it when he was kicked out and wandered around.

He remembered the war that destroyed his family and the sadness he felt when he saw it.

He remembered the many years of trying to make up for his mistakes and get revenge.

And until his very last moment.

The only thing he liked about his life was his death.

Because he made the worst person of all suffer the most.

But even in death, he couldn’t forget the biggest regret of his life.

“I should have asked for forgiveness.”

Even if he couldn’t have stopped the disaster with his small power, he should have asked for forgiveness for his own sins.

So, he wished one last time.

Now that he was dead, he wanted to meet his family in the afterlife.

He wanted to meet them as he was in those days and ask for their forgiveness, so they could recognize him.

And at that moment.

Zzzzzing!

“Ugh!”

A sharp headache made him groan.

As he groaned, he felt something was wrong.

Pain? Groan?

“‘Am I alive?'”

His eyes opened wide, and he sat up quickly.

Throb.

“Ugh!”

He held his head again because of the strange pain.

“Young master?!”

“The eldest young master is awake!”

“Tell the higher-ups!”

He looked around at the noise and saw faces that were familiar but also unfamiliar.

He stared at them, confused.

“Young master, are you alright?”

A face he could never forget was in front of him.

It was a young man with brown hair and a playful face.

Logen looked at his eyes, which were the same color as his hair, and asked blankly.

“…Rick?”

“Yes? Yes, young master. It’s Rick. How’s your body? Huh? Young master, your eyes…? D, do you see this?”

A familiar voice was talking quickly.

Rick, his personal servant who had died more than 30 years ago, was looking at him with concern, with the same face he had back then.

“How…?”

“Oh, young master! Call the doctor! They said you’d be fine!”

He looked at Rick with a blank face, not understanding what was happening, and the noise around him grew louder.

“‘What is this…?'”

As Logen looked around, confused, he saw a scene he had longed for.

“Ah…?”

Through the window, he saw the familiar training ground and mansion.

He saw the old castle walls in the distance and the knights.

The symbol of the McLaine family, a flame, was on everything.

Although they were only a small noble family in the border country of Grandia, he was very proud of them.

The scene he had longed for was in front of him, just as it was back then.

“‘Is this a dream…?'”

He couldn’t understand what was happening, and as he stared blankly at the scene outside the window, Rick’s voice grew louder.

“Young master? Young master, can you see this?! Oh my. Our young master! Tell them to call the doctor quickly!”

Rick, who had been his personal servant since he was a child, made a fuss even if he moved a little.

And.

“W, well, the doctor said you need to rest, so don’t overdo it…”

The maids also joined in Rick’s fuss.

He was confused by the sight, which was hard to believe.

Creak!

The door to the room opened carefully.

“B, brother. Are you okay?”

Even with his complicated thoughts, Logen quickly turned his head at the voice he couldn’t ignore.

The door was slightly open.

A boy with chubby cheeks that still looked like a baby was carefully sticking his head in.

The boy’s red hair and eyes were exactly like Logen’s.

“…Lonian?”

His younger brother, who had knocked down the 19-year-old who had been training as a knight for 10 years in just 3 years of holding a wooden sword, was incredibly talented.

He had once cursed and envied him.

And in his later years, he felt sorry and missed him after hearing about his death.

“‘This is…'”

Zzzzzing!

“Ugh!”

“Young master! You still need to rest.”

“Hey, young master. Go back.”

Rick blocked the door, grabbing his head again as another headache came.

He quickly sent Lonian out with a worried look, constantly glancing at him.

Logen felt like he had seen this before.

The bandages and pain around his head.

And Lonian’s young face.

The familiar feeling brought back an old memory.

If this was real, it was happening now.

“‘The time of the first official sparring…'”

It was the day when his shame and anger, which had been building up for 3 years, exploded as the knights and vassals watched in surprise.

He said mean things to his younger brother, who had come to the sickroom.

“- Get lost! How dare you, you little…!”

It was more of the same abuse he had been giving him for 3 years.

But those words made his younger brother, who had always followed him despite the abuse, stop looking for him.

And in his later years, he regretted this moment until his death.

So, he was even more confused.

“‘Is it another dream? No, am I dreaming even after death? Besides, this pain is…'”

“Ugh…”

But he couldn’t stay like this.

“‘Even if this is a dream, or especially if it’s a dream.'”

He wanted to ease his guilt, as he had wished for many years.

“It’s okay. Loni, come in.”

“Young master?”

“It’s okay. Come here, Lonian McLaine.”

The boy’s face lit up when he heard those words.

“Oh, Brother, I’m so sorry! I should have been more careful in our fight…” Ronian’s voice was full of worry.

Quick as a little bird, Ronian rushed to Logan’s bedside. He stood there, bowing again and again, his small face filled with concern.

Ronian was smaller than the other boys his age, but his heart was big. He had an innocent face and a gentle way about him, always kind to everyone.

Even though accidents happened sometimes when they practiced fighting, Ronian felt truly bad. He really didn’t want to hurt his brother.

Logan remembered how jealous he used to be of Ronian. Now, he felt foolish for ever feeling that way.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

The confusion on Ronian’s face as Logan ruffled his hair, and the warm touch Logan felt on his hand, were very real.

And that was why he wanted to say what he couldn’t in his past life.

“You did nothing wrong. Not at all.”

“B-but….”

“Rather, I….”

He wanted to keep smiling as he spoke, if possible.

But remembering what happened after that day made it impossible. He remembered ‘that day’ – the day everything changed for the worse.

He remembered what he, completely broken and increasingly malicious, had done to his brother.

The memories that followed were filled only with regret.

“I was… I… cough.”

“…Brother?”

Even while thinking it was a dream, the memory of the past, no, the future, came to him, bringing with it a heavy feeling.

‘That fellow, he died like that.’

His brother led the family after their father died early in the Imperial War. He always fought on the front lines under the kingdom’s orders.

Because of that, the family’s power kept getting weaker.

The royal family used the family’s forces, led by his brother, to hold back the Imperial Army, and then they ran away to another country.

In the end, his brother was captured by the Empire, tortured, and killed in public.

He was used and died a terrible death.

That couldn’t happen. Absolutely.

He felt very emotional. He hugged his brother tightly.

“I’m sorry, Roni. I was so sorry, Brother was.”

He couldn’t say these words in his past life. The pain in his heart flowed out as tears.

“B-Brother? Why are you crying….”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

There were many things he wanted to say, but only that one phrase came out.

Tears of regret, tears for his brother’s suffering, and tears of relief that he had a second chance, all flowed down his face. The large young man cried and cried.

Ronian, with his gentle heart, patted his big brother’s back, trying to comfort him even though he was smaller. He was sniffling too.

That short yet long time passed.

– I’ll come again, Brother.

Ronian turned away with a smile.

Everyone who watched was astonished. Logan prayed with deep hope.

If this wasn’t a dream, if he had really returned to the past, he would change everything.

And he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Logan silently cheered, knowing that he was still alive in the past.

Warm, golden sunlight streamed through the tall window, making dust motes dance in the air.

The cheerful chirping of mountain birds drifted in on a refreshing breeze, carrying the scent of pine trees.

Waking up and getting out of bed, Logan looked down at his body, not believing what he saw.

The many scars he had gotten from ten years as a mercenary and twenty years as an independence fighter were gone. His knees, which often ached in the morning, were perfectly fine.

“…It’s really not a dream.”

He remembered decades of memories, right up to the last moment.

– Where is the sacred object?!

– How dare you want the Empire’s treasure!

– Let’s die together!

Kwaaaah!

Shiver.

He vividly remembered the pain of his whole body being torn to pieces.

He was clearly alive now.

Shiver.

His fists clenched, and his body trembled with excitement.

He had desperately wanted to undo the past, and now he had the chance to change everything.

Of course, there were also questions he couldn’t answer.

‘How on earth did this happen?’

It was something that couldn’t happen normally.

Time and space were controlled by the creator god, who wasn’t involved in the world anymore, even in stories.

If he went around saying that he had returned from the future….

‘At best, people would think I was crazy. At worst, the church would arrest me for speaking against God.’

But what was this situation now?

“Good grief….”

He could only guess at one thing.

‘That explosion was more powerful than I thought. But….’

Could exploding really send you back to the past? It didn’t make sense.

He had seen hundreds of people die like that on the battlefield. Were they all sent back to the past? It was silly.

‘Ugh.’

He held his head and thought for a long time, but no answer came.

In the end.

“…Let’s forget about it.”

He said it out loud to stop the useless thoughts. If he couldn’t find an answer after thinking hard, he wouldn’t worry about it anymore.

It was one of the lessons he had learned from a hard life. Instead of worrying about something he couldn’t answer, it was time to think about what he needed to do right away.

The first thing he had to do was….

Creak.

“Hm?”

“Hic! L-Lord Logan!”

The maid, Mary, a young girl with wide, scared eyes, cautiously opened the door and saw him. She froze, then began to tremble and bowed her head deeply.

“L-Lord Logan. Please forgive me.”

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

He only asked because she seemed so scared, but her face turned even paler.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be more careful next time!”

No, about what?

He didn’t know what she was apologizing for.

Rick, the older servant who always tried to keep things calm, rushed in.

“Oh dear. Mary woke Lord Logan. I meant to warn her, but I forgot. I’m sorry, Lord Logan.”

Rick, blocking the maid and gesturing behind him, looked familiar.

Then, he remembered something.

– I told you not to make noise in my room! Are even the maids ignoring me?! I’ll just…!

Crash!

– Kyaa!

– Lord Logan! Please!

“Ugh.”

Scenes flashed in his mind, and his head hurt.

He remembered small acts of cruelty that he had forgotten. His face turned red with shame.

Ba-dump.

The headache moved into his chest.

“Haa.”

“Now, now, Lord Logan. I’ll warn her. Please don’t get upset….”

“No, that’s not it. Mary… was it?”

“Oh, come on. You, come here and apologize quickly!”

Seeing Rick running wild made his face burn even more.

“Stop!”

“No, Lord Logan. I’ll take care of it….”

“I said stop. That maid did nothing wrong!”

“Yes. So I, yes? What did you just say?”

Haa.

He sighed.

“No, never mind. Rick, bring paper and a pen. As much paper as possible.”

“…Yes?”

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“Ah, no. What are you going to do to Mary with paper and a pen….”

“…I’m not going to do anything! Just send her away! Just bring it!”

Now his face felt like it was about to explode from the heat.

The beginning of his new life was not so smooth.