White Flame and Ashen Butterfly

Twenty-two years after transmigrating, Lynn was still an obscure adventurer.

When he woke up one day, more than three hundred years had passed in the world.

Steam trains crossed forests teeming with monsters, and alchemical factories sent columns of smoke rising beyond ancient city walls. The empress who had changed the world had long since vanished, and the empire she left behind had splintered amid struggles between rival factions.

Lynn planned to start over by taking on commissions and earning a living again.

Then one of his companions drew a blade and drove him into a dead end.

No blood flowed.

White butterflies scattered from the wound, then gathered before the sword's edge, transforming into a beautiful woman with silver hair and red eyes, her skirt fluttering lightly.

Watching the enemy begin to retreat, she suddenly smiled.

Lynn later decided that more worrying than finding himself in an unfamiliar body was how much fun he'd had at the time.

And that was only the beginning of getting to know this world all over again.