Hello I am new here and hope you enjoy the thing I have translated. ~ Jack ~
Thank you Moxie and Axelia for Editing
My father was an elite salaryman that worked for a pharmaceutical company, and my mother was a housewife with the cooking skills that would make any professional chef lose in a competition. I was born into this upper middle class family with two other brothers. Our mother supported our father with all her heart and raised us three brothers.
My face was average, but I was good at sports, especially kendo. I was able to go to the national tournament in high school. My grades were pretty good if I do say so myself. I was always in the upper ranks, around rank 30. I did not see myself as a leader, but I was trusted by a lot of people and helped them out a lot. My reputation among the boys and the girls was not bad, and I was appreciated by both seniors and juniors. If you looked at me, you could see that I was a true man inside.
Moreover, I was a person that saw things objectively and passed my university exams with ease. I joined the kendo club in university and had a girlfriend in the club as well. I also had a part-time job and was really good friends with this one guy from my club.
I had 3 months until graduation before looking for a place to work. Though a recession was going on in my country, I was able to get a job at this middle level company. After my graduation thesis was approved, I went on to work at that middle level company. It was one sunny day when some idiot with a truck slammed into me and a dozen other people in a café. – Poof! – There goes 21 years of my life.
“My precious Doyle, what’s wrong?”
“—–Nothing Mother, it is quite delicious.” (Doyle)
While I am sitting up on my bed, I am being fed. A woman with purple eyes, who is as beautiful as the goddess Venus, is feeding me grated apples.
What’s happening can be explained if I go back about 30 minutes ago.
I woke up in a room that was quite red, red enough to be called crimson.
“Oh! What happened? Where am I?” (Doyle)
My body felt terrible. When I got up from the bed and looked around the room, I discovered that the room had the same feeling and design of a room found in a medieval castle. I felt uncomfortable, but I struggled to get out of the bed in order to look around the room some more. I heard the door open and saw my ‘mother’.
“Doyle, you’re finally awake!” (Mother)
I saw a woman, whose beauty and silky silver hair were something that would light the darkest night, rush towards me while shouting. I saw tears in her eyes as she tightly hugged me and felt her tears wet my clothes.
“Oh my god! I don’t know if I could go on living if you died, Doyle!” (Mother)
“Someone! Call the master and the doctor! Young Master Doyle has awakened!” (Maid)
“Madam, Madam please calm down! The young master has just woken up, and he looks like he will lose consciousness again!” (Maid)
While they were screaming, I realized that I had reincarnated. My high fever had caused me to remember all the events of my previous life.
Afterwards, a doctor arrived with my father. He walked towards me the same way my mother did and hugged me very tightly. The doctor examined my body and told my parents that I still had a slight fever, but I was fine for the time being.
Honestly, I didn’t know why I have reincarnated as I died a very normal death.
However, whether this was a mistake made by God or just the reincarnation that was stated in the sutra of Buddha, it was certain to me that I had been reincarnated with some purpose.
I believed this because even though I had memories of my past life, I also had memories as Doyle. I could easily state the names of my friends. I did not feel as if I was being surrounded by strangers, and the common sense of this world was not unknown to me. Both my past life and the existence known as Doyle had unified.
The memories of Doyle still remained within me as I remembered the feelings and various situations I had experienced in the past. I didn’t have any reservations when calling this woman, who I still cannot believe has the appearance of a twenty year old, as my own mother.
“Okay, if that is the case, then all is fine. An apple a day will keep the doctor away, so eat this and do not push yourself too hard. Doyle-chan was asleep for an entire week.” (Mother)
And so now you know what happened to me.
I am shocked to find out from my mother, who has eyes of a saint, that I have been in bed for an entire week.
Since I still have a slight fever, I don’t think that she will notice my condition right now.
I want my beautiful mother to think of me as Doyle, since it would be annoying for me if she thinks I am someone else. I want this saint-like mother to think of me as her own son. I respect mothers who take care of their children so devotedly.
“—-Really? I am so glad I was saved.” (Doyle)
My mother, who looks like a saint, is actually a saint in this world. She strokes my cheeks and my hair. I can feel the anxiety she exhibits even now. However, her smile is a one that will assure anyone that everything will be fine. Such is the woman who is my mother, Serena Von Agnes.
She is a saint who has received the blessing of the goddess and is unparalleled in using recovery magic. She and the Duke of Agnes departed on a journey twenty years ago to defeat the Demon Lord. After a great battle with the Demon Lord, they successfully vanquished him and brought prosperity to the land. After her journey was finished, she married the hero, the Duke of Agnes, and became the Duchess of Agnes. 15 years ago, she gave birth to me.
“Seriously, I was worried what would happen to you since Serena’s magic was not working on you.” (Father)
While saying those words, the man strokes my head. Looking behind me, I see a smiling man with blond hair and deep blue eyes whose looks are not inferior to Serena. My thoughts about my mother are similar to this man. He looks like he could not possibly be someone who has a 15-year-old son. With a body that can match the god of war, Ares, this man is my father, Alan Von Agnes.
20 years ago, my father inherited the Sacred Spear from my grandfather and became the Hero of the Spear. With my mother beside him, they both went to defeat the Demon Lord and succeeded. Now he’s working as the captain of the king’s guard.
Of course I feel proud that I have such a father, and I hope that I can be like him. I want to inherit the Sacred Spear and become the next Duke of Agnes.
As you can tell I have a lot of famous of people in my family. I am the grandson of the former Hero of the Spear and the current son of the great Hero of the Spear, Alan. I am also the son of the woman who is called the Goddess’s Chosen Saint, Serena. I am the boy who will become the next duke of the domain of Agnes, Doyle Von Agnes.
They are living legends who cherish me with all their hearts and parents that I feel extremely proud to have. I have the genes of the two most successful people in this world, as well as their looks and wealth.
I, who is envied by everyone in the world, actually have a serious problem. But for now, let’s leave it aside because….
“Thank you for being alive Doyle-chan!” (Father) (Mother)
I have two people who are just happy to see me survive in this world, and hugging me just for existing like before in my past life.