30 Years after Reincarnation, it turns out to be a Romance Fantasy Novel

When he was only five years old, he had told his father, who was giving him a piggyback ride:

• Father, I want to be a hero like mother!

Looking back now, he realized how naive he had been. He should have said he wanted to be like his father, but instead, he had clumsily expressed a wish to be like his mother. However, at that time, the young boy couldn't see the wry smile his father had given him.

• Is that so? What an excellent goal.

Still, his father had positively acknowledged him.

• Hehe!

He must have been pleased with his father's encouraging words.

That time, when he was innocent and still full of dreams. He had certainly set "her" as his goal.

• Hmm, do you really like your mom that much, son?
• Yes!
• Haha, well, she's certainly a shining person. But remember, son, if you chase the light too hard, you'll suffer a lot of heartache.
• What do you mean by that?
• You'll understand when you're older. Someday, you will.

... Yes, now I understand, Father.

“You were worried that I would turn out this way, weren’t you? As expected, you were a wise person.”

At this age, he finally understood his father's teachings.

He smiled brightly, like an adult recalling his childhood, and hummed a little tune.

“You knew, didn't you? You knew I might break. After all, my creativity and financial skills seem to be blessings I received from you. Thank you, Father.”

He looked up at the sky, expressing his gratitude and respect for his father, who had passed away long ago, and spoke aloud.

“Do you remember, Mother? Father loved days like this. Clear skies, with stars and moonlight shining brightly.”

“......”

“Haha, you’re not going to answer me?”

“... My son doesn't laugh like that.”

“Did you really have the intelligence to understand that difference? I’m just learning this now, haha!”

“You arrogant...!”

Swish!

Felicia’s anger flared up, and with a wave of her energy, the air itself seemed to be slashed by a cold, sharp sword.

It seemed as though she could cut down anything in an instant, and the rage of the swordswoman was terrifying. However...!

• “You still can’t hide your emotions. It seems that rejuvenation has some serious side effects.”

“...!”

He immediately saw through the facade of Felicia's angry emotions.

“To a swordsman, that’s a fatal flaw.”

Indeed, for superhumans, rejuvenation was more of a misfortune than a blessing.

Why?

• “Your ‘will’ is faltering. Without the maturity that comes with age, it’s truly unbecoming. – Mother.”

“You brat!”

Felicia’s rage erupted, and in an instant, countless swords appeared around her.

Dozens, no, hundreds of swords soared into the sky, and they moved as if they were a meteor shower.

• “Give me my son.”

Boom!

• “As expected, it’s a feeble sword, not like Mother.”

• "I surrender."

• "Do you have any idea where they might be?"

• "...We need to find them quickly."

• "Mystical races are not mystical for no reason."

• "Hehe! Kunta will be helpful!"

• "Everyone, stand behind me."

• The rain of blades pierced through the forest, raining down upon them, even upon the flower buds.