In the third year of his reincarnation into the Middle Ages, the old lord had finally passed away, and the inheritance of the noble title was at hand. Would Norn choose to quietly blend into this tumultuous era, becoming a knightly paragon revered by all, defending honor and faith with unflinching courage? Or would he gallop resolutely across the war-torn battlefields, forging glory with iron and blood, and etching an immortal legend into the annals of history? Or perhaps, would he tear apart the layers of darkness shrouding the land with his own strength, becoming the beacon of hope that leads people to the dawn’s light?
For Norn, these options were by no means limited to a single choice. A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Kids are the ones who make choices. I, Norn, swear to seize it all!”
