Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

My father is a one-time SME elite (?) I was born and raised as the brother of two brothers and sisters in a so-called middle-class family, who is a salaried man and my mother is a professional cook who supports my father like that.

His face was normal, but his motor nerves were good, and he also went to national competitions in Kendo in high school. Academics are there, and in terms of grades, they're top notch. I wasn't the kind of person to take leadership, but I was good at thinking about good words and deeds. I was trusted by my teacher, and I apologized and walked with my classmates and clubs every time they caused problems, and the guys didn't appreciate it badly. It is also a good relationship with good friends and with seniors and juniors unique to the sports system, which, taken as a whole, can be described as the man above inside.

Also, I've been good at seeing things objectively for a long time. I was also good at self-analysis, passed one shot at a college that suited my height, and enjoyed my youth. She belonged to the Kendo Circle and laughed and she could do it too. I also worked part-time, and while I calculated so I could get credit, I played with my boyfriend.

That's how I sang about my youth. My college life is three months away from graduation.

One day it was a smooth sail, in this recessionary world, when the insistence was also decided by local SMEs that it was in black for five years, and the thesis was only announced later.

I sacrificed my usual sleep driving and closed the curtain on 21 years of my life.

And now.

"What do you say, Doyle?

"- It's delicious, Mother."

With only her upper body awake from the bed, a silver-haired purple-eyed woman, not to say an extinct beauty, was spooned to eat almost the same fruit grated with an apple called an apple.

The beginning of the matter goes back thirty minutes.

When I woke up I looked at the crimson canopy and I was giggled and then I thought, "Oh, what's my room?" And my body was so weak that when I got up for now, I was lying in an indoor covered bed reminiscent of a medieval castle with a crimson tone.

And as he scolded the rest of his body, he crawled out of bed and looked into the familiar room, and the door opened. And the moment your eyes meet.

"- Doyle, hey! You noticed!!

A worldly beauty who came into the room shook her sparkling silver thread-like hair and thought she had rushed over screaming for an earlier dialogue, held to her busty chest moistening her purple crystal-like eyes with tears.

"Oh, good! I wouldn't have felt alive if Doyle had died!

"Somebody, my husband and the doctor! Master Doyle is awake ah!!

"Ma'am, ma'am, please calm down! Dear Doyle awakened in the corner is about to lose consciousness again!!

I said, watching the exchanges between the familiar maids and their mothers, I understood that I had been reincarnated at some point and that I had remembered my previous life as a result of being devastated by unexplained high fever.

And then he was held in the same way by his father, who ran into the maid's cry, and the doctor, who jumped in to chase him, pulled his father off and examined him. And although there is still a slight fever, it depends on the doctor's tattoo saying, "It's okay now."

Honestly, I don't know why I was reborn when I was supposed to be dead.

But it is certain that it is not a possession or takeover that I have read in the world of previous life, called to the owner of this body or to God, or a mistake of God in helping something to reward ~.

Because I remember my last life, but I know Doyle's memory as it is, and I can really think of the faces and names of my friends at school. So there's nothing like being surrounded by strangers, or having common sense in this world, or being who I was before.

Doyle's memories so far remain his own, and I remember the various places in the past and the shifts in his emotions at that time with clarity.

Strangely, there was no disagreement between the rooms and the maids who were supposed to see it for the first time, and of course there was no discomfort or doubt in calling the beautiful woman in front of me, who was only in her twenties, Mother.

"Then I'm glad! Because the fruit of the apple is good for the body. But you can't do that, can you? Doyle's been asleep all week."

In the past, to this day. Or was I that sleepy?

While I was a little stunned by the fact of surprise, my cheeks get hot as I stare at my mother, exaggerated like a girl in my reply, with her loving caged eyes as if she were a Virgin. That said, originally this body still has a slight fever, so she won't notice my condition in front of her.

I want you to think of this beautiful and adorable mother as Doyle, of course I am now, because it may be so annoying that Doyle = me, but for now, I am this former Virgin, and I love and respect a beautiful and kind mother.

"- Really. Glad you could help."

Instead of a loving gaze like the Virgin, who was actually the Virgin, she gently strokes my cheek, her only son. And Serena von Aginis is the beautiful woman who was slightly seeping anxiety out of her eyes and laughing in such a good mood that she was likely to hear smiles and sounds as she jumped flowers behind her back.

An unparalleled user of restorative magic with protection from the Goddess, she is now the legendary Virgin who twenty years ago traveled to the Crusade of the Demon King with the Brave One of the Thunder Spears, now Duke of Aginis, a man who, after the Crusade of the Demon King, was united with the Brave One of the Thunder Spears while being celebrated by many people to become the Duchess of Aginis, the mother of my fruit.

"It's true. Serena's healing magic didn't work either, so I was really worried about Serena, right?

That's right, but the rattled hand that's been stretching from behind strokes my head forcefully. If I could pinch Doyle and look back at the person who was sitting across from Serena, a beautiful blonde blue-eyed man would look at me with a caged grin of unbeatable mercy from Serena.

As with Serena, I don't think she has a son who will be fifteen years old, and the beautiful man in front of her with a forged flesh is Alan von Aginis.

Twenty years ago, he inherited the holy spear from his father, the fiery spear brave, who crusaded the demon king as the brave man of the thunderous spear. And now, he is one of the living legends of this country in the high office of King's Kingsguard.

Of course I am proud and respectful of this father. And if I could, I hoped to be the next user of the holy spear, which is a testament to bravery, and I took it for granted that it would be.

So far, you can tell, I am the next fifteen-year-old boy who plans to become Doyle von Aginis, a former brave man [grandson of the brave man of the flaming spear], one son of the current brave men [Alan the brave man of the thunderous spear] and [Serena the Virgin beloved by the goddess], and the [next Duke of Aginis homeowner].

To my proud parents, the living legend that drowns and cherishes me, the position of Duchess Inheritance. Specs hidden in an excellent face and body, which inherited two excellent genes.

Being the life winner everyone envies, I actually have some serious issues, but I can't do it right now.

"" Thank you for living, Doyle. "

That's what I said, biting my happiness at my parents for joyful embracing my survival.