The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years-Novel

Rebecca, who was suffering from anxiety, suddenly smiled brightly and greeted Jamie. Even Viscount Balle couldn’t help but frown at his daughter’s attitude.

She was the same daughter who struggled to eat. But seeing her act like she was all fine, Viscount managed to arrive at one thought.

‘… Rebecca likes Jamie.’

In the eyes of the father, the daughter’s condition was found out.

The Viscount also had a history of making several women cry, so he knew all about this. His daughter’s eyes were stained with love. It might be said that what could a 10 year old know about love, but since when did love concern age?

However, it was true that love hurts.

And there was no medicine for it. And right now the only medicine he could give his daughter was love.

‘Hm.’

Viscount turned to Jamie.

Even a boy much younger than Rebecca seems to have noticed her condition.

And that was really weird. To say that he was more mature than his peers despite being just 7 years old. Viscount wasn’t sure if a 7 year old could know what love is.

In the brief silence, Jamie asked.

“Viscount. Can I talk to Miss Rebecca for a moment?”

“Sure.”

The Viscount left without another word.

He didn’t know why, but his mind told him that Jamie noticed his daughter’s condition. If so, Jamie could solve it.

Be good or bad.

‘If only the kids can get along well…’

Thinking that, Viscount smiled bitterly.

If all goes well, should he arrange their marriage?

If it was the Count, he would readily accept it, but they were still kids and he didn’t think it was nice to bind them to each other in the name of being future marriage partners.

Thinking so, Viscount left the room.

The Viscount left, leaving the two alone. Jamie pulled a chair and sat down next to Rebecca.

Rebecca was smiling while just turning her head as it seemed like getting up was difficult for her.

“I heard that you suddenly were feeling unwell. Are you alright?”

“Yes. I think I’m feeling a little better now.”

And laughed broadly.

In that figure, Jamie looked at her. He remembered Jane being ill. Even then she would smile and say she was fine.

“Young lord.”

Rebecca stretched out her small hand.

“Hand. Would you hold my hand?”

Not saying another word, Jamie took her hand.

It was hot. It seemed like her body temperature had gone up. He raised a light coldness and let it flow over her body.

“It is refreshing.”

“Do you think you can come out of this?”

“Yes.”

Rebecca nodded slightly.

She tightened her hand which was clasping his.

“I missed the young lord.”

“Miss Rebecca.”

“I keep thinking about you. Why is it?”

Jamie had nothing to say.

What should she say here? I can’t accept you. Sorry. I don’t do things like love. I don’t even want them inside my heart.

He couldn’t say that. If only they were a bit older than now, he could say it and come out as harsh but now it would scar the little girl.

And wasn’t she already suffering a little too much because of him?

‘But… there is no such thing which can truly love me.’

Rebecca is the reincarnation of Jane. Although their personalities were different, they cared more for him.

But it was impossible for Jamie to feel what he felt in the past.

Clearing his mind, he said.

“I won’t be seeing you for a long time.”

“I don’t want that.”

The answer came out immediately.

Rebecca shook her head but Jamie was adamant.

“I don’t even know when we’ll meet next time.”

“I don’t want that. Don’t say that.”

Rebecca clenched the hand she was holding. It was different from before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Rebecca asked as if she couldn’t understand it on the verge of crying.

“Listen to me.”

Jamie lightly touched Rebecca’s arm.

But Rebecca didn’t want to listen, turning her head the other way, she closed her eyes.

For a girl who fell in love at a young age, this could be painful.

Jamie was capable enough to change the way she felt for him with mind manipulation magic, but he didn’t want to resort to it unless needed.

And said,

“I won’t forget.”

“…”

“Even if years pass, I will never forget. I will always remember.”

“Don’t say…”

Tears flowed down her eyes.

“Dumped.”

Jamie wiped her tears away.

Rebecca mumbled ‘dumped’ under her breath.

“Don’t get caught by the current mind.”

“Caught…?”

“It means to not let it eat you.”

“But young lord…”

“Stop being sad and turn brave. Bold too. It isn’t like I won’t see you forever right?”

As she was still young, Rebecca didn’t understand Jamie’s words, but she seemed to understand a little.

There is a lot of time.

There is no guarantee when the mind will change. And it was true that they hadn’t seen each other for long.

Being immersed in her own emotions, she was only troubling herself.

When they meet again someday and share the same feelings…

Was what Jamie intended to say.

Rebecca, who knew that, felt sad that she wouldn’t be able to achieve it. But there was nothing Jamie could do.

Saying anything more than this would make the girl suffer. So he just held her hand and watched her cry.

How much time had passed?

A little genuinely Rebecca asked.

“A letter, can I write for you?”

“Sure.”

“… I’ll write sometimes. Reply to me.”

“I will.”

“Promise me.”

Rebecca held out her pinky finger. It was quite childish, but in reality she was a child.

So the two interlocked their pinky fingers. Only allowed to write letters.

“Hehe.”

As if feeling good, the girl began to laugh.

Despite being covered in tears she laughed making her look not so cute.

In a playful voice Jamie said.

“They say when you cry you get horns on your butt.”

“R-really?”

Rebecca was truly a naïve child.

Another day passed. The formal banquet was over.

The nobles who attended headed back to their estates.

The Viscount Balle family was the last.

“See you next time, brother.”

“Go back safely.”

“I will. You should stay safe too.”

“Let’s meet next time!”

“Take a rest!”

Rebecca and Ash bowed their heads to the Count.

The Viscount smiled a little and greeted Jamie and Sarah who were standing next to the Count.

“I expect you to be cooler the next time we meet. And I hope Sarah turns prettier.”

“Please go back safely.”

“Good-bye.”

Jamie and Sarah greeted each other like kids.

The Viscount pushed his two kids ahead telling them to greet the kids.

“We should too?”

“See you later!”

As Ash waved her hand Jamie nodded.

“Sure. Next time.”

“Bye-bye.”

Sarah waved her hand. Well, Ash and Sarah played for sometime so it seemed like they got close.

Next was Rebecca. Although she recovered she still looked weak. Yet, she smiled at Jamie.

“Someday, let’s meet each other. Young lord.”

She emphasized on the word ‘someday’, it seemed like the words from that night were still in her heart.

Smiling awkwardly Jamie said.

“L-lets meet next time.”

“Bye-bye…”

As she wasn’t very close with Rebecca, Sarah meekly wished her a safe journey.

The Viscount family got in the carriage and went away.

At that moment, Ash poked her head out the window and said.

“Next time I see you, I will be bigger than now! Look forward to it!”

Look forward to what?

Jamie frowned and Rebecca was following her sister.

Even though it wasn’t herself, she still shouted.

“I-I will write a letter!”

Jamie scratched his cheek with a smile.

“My son looks really popular?”

“Haha. I know. When did he make the two daughters of Viscount Balle turn like that?”

“I-it isn’t that.”

Jamie denied it at his parents’ words.

‘I was as usual.’

It was a sin to be born like this.

“Anyway.”

When the Viscount carriage was no longer visible, Count Welton spoke to his son.

“It has been a long day, but now I can finally focus on you.”

“Yes, father.”

The swordsmanship training should have started yesterday, but due to the banquet it was delayed by a day.

“You need to be prepared. It will be different from Hamilton’s classes.”

“I look forward to it.”

“This mother believes her son will do well.”

“Brother, fighting!”

The day was going down and time passed.

A new year and Jamie is 8 years old.

“Hm. This bread is so crumbly. I think it would be nice to have some milk with it.”

A man in worn out shabby clothes chewed on dry bread.

The man seemed rather neat.

Shiny, bright blonde hair which was tied together at the back, robe which seemed stained with dirt.

And the white clean skin would make one think that it was a noble.

Those blue colored eyes. The sharp nose. A man who didn’t go well with the shabby clothes.

“You, what are you…!”

Standing in front of him, a man with a shaggy beard pointed his hand. And the blade trembled violently.

This man was the head of an infamous bandit group in the area, and was a knight who had Expert level skills.

Yet, in front of this neat looking blonde man, he felt scared.

Grumbling, the man spoke to the bandit.

“What? You are the one who argues and gets annoyed with it.”

“T-that isn’t what I am saying! You! To my men!”

The bandit leader looked around and yelled.

Bandits over 200 in number had turned into cold corpses.

What was more frightening was no one was hurt.

“You are one funny man.”

The man threw his bread on the floor.

He was hungry and wanted to eat it, but couldn’t. The mouth was getting dry because of the bread.

He got up from his chair which made the bandit leader gulp.

“You will have to pay the price for killing my men!”

He wasn’t sure what the opponent was, but the bandit leader was someone who was proud of his skills.

He was confident that he would not be defeated.

Since ancient times, the magician’s enemy was none other than a warrior dealing with Aura!

The man raised his brow and said.

“People normally regret their choices.”

The air around them changed.

Not a metaphorical expression.

The density had increased.

The man, Siegfried, lifted his finger.

[Space Magic: Soul Break]

That was the last.

Siegfried smiled.

“I wasted my time with these bastards.”

The day is cold.

It was mid-winter. Soon snow would fall.

“I wish I could get to Haiss before that.”

The 7^th elder of the Magic World of Seldam Kingdom.

Siegfried of Space.

His figure flashed and disappeared at the same time.