He was reincarnated in a border town, originally wanting to be a quiet medicine seller.
Until the red-haired swordswoman was covered in blood and knocked open his door.
"My name is Aria. The Scarlet Flame family has been destroyed."
The mark on the back of her neck was exactly the same as the mark that had appeared in his dream for a thousand years.
From that day on, he stopped hiding.
Fire, thunder, wind. He picked up things from his previous life one by one. She carved her enemy's name into her bones with one sword strike after another.
Later, people realized that the white-haired boy was not a magician.
It's something he shouldn't have messed with in the first place.
"You touch her, and I will bury you in the entire holy city."
