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Ale, the 'Incarnation of an ancient saint', 'An angel', 'The right hand of God', he goes by many names within the people of his duchy. 
And just like those names suggests, he's a kind, understanding, smart yet down to earth soul, someone you'd look for in times of despair.He was like a Messiah, an example for others to look up to. And he achieved all that within three years. Before that, nobody even acknowledged his existence. 
Now, you may ask what could've happened three years ago that changed him like this, which gave birth to this hero. To answer your question, it's 'death'. He died. 
Not three years ago but twenty years into the future. He died twenty years later in the future and then came back to the past, to the beginning of everything, to a time where nothing had gone wrong. 
He lived a miserable life and died a miserable death. All he wanted was to do was help people and be a good person, but what he received in return was a world of pain, the death of his loved ones and the title of 'The betrayer of humanity'.  It was him against the entire world, a life full of misunderstanding. Yet, all he did was helping a wounded soul. He received all that for helping someone he shouldn't have, for befriending someone he should've killed at first site. He befriended a demon. 
But it was all in the past now. The future he experienced no longer existed. The naïve young master was no longer there. The Ale of present was a person with knowledge, experience and skill unlike no other. 
And this time, he wasn't going to repeat the mistakes of his past anymore. He wasn't going to walk a road of ignorance and foolishness. 
This time, what path will he choose?
In this second chance, what mistakes will he undo and what enemies will he need to deal with?
Will he be able to save his loved ones in this life?
And in the end, what will happen to Ale, this man full of unseen scars and wounds? Will he actually be able to heal?

Re : Life

Ale gasped lightly as he asked back. The baffled expression on both Alex and Gunther's faces were more than enough let Ale know their answer.

Instead, someone else's ears perked up. Xion, who was rather uninterested in things like this, glanced back and started to observe the whole situation.

"You see, from the very first moment I met you guys, I already had a good impression of you."

"A good impression? But we're the enemies."

"Yes indeed. And you're talented and capable as well. You guys have been fighting for a long time, right?"

"... Yes. Our unit fought for the safety of the Macedonia Kingdom for decades until.."

"Until the nobles decided to use and discard you all."

Ale helped him finish his sentence, his expression one of pity and sadness. To give your all and received nothing but betrayal in return, it was a feeling that he was very familiar with afterall.

Burned Down to Ash