I died during my son's birthday. On the way home with his present in hand, I was too exited to see his face that I didn't notice I was walking beneath a construction site. When bolts of iron came falling down on me, I regret not seeing my boy grow.
when I came to, I was facing a giant burly man holding a sword while facing down on me. And at that moment, my body fell down.
What I came to understand is that my soul transferred to a boy named Jack. He is currently 5, and the unsociable 3rd son of a Count. In a world where there is magic, Jack will need to grow independently after graduating from school.
What about me who is like a ghost that can only communicate with him? With my wife and child back on Earth, I gained a new life while sharing the same body and the same heart with Jack. Only with our minds being separate, I will fully watch me, or him, grow.
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