PLAN

The protagonist of the novel was the eldest son of a family of lords who had been exiled for black-marketeering, and he was the same age as the brother of the body he was in now, which was four years younger than himself. In the novel, the protagonist's goal was both to find his family's accusers and to regain his family's title, so he improved his swordsmanship with the help of his family lineage and entered the academy on a scholarship. Of course, being on the same level as a fallen noble, he was bullied and tormented by the high-ranking nobles there. He was sure that he would be expelled from the school if he resisted, so he could not resist. The novel continued with my brother helping him and him getting stronger with his friends, telling everything from the academy to their graduation from the academy and everything after. It was a very long novel and to tell the truth he did not even remember it properly because he did not like the ending.

The novel started with his brother going to the Academy at the age of 14, he was 5 years old now, so there were still 9 years to go, does that mean that nothing will happen for 9 years?

If this body was a new chance for him and his brother was not dead, then there was only one thing he had to do: Protect his brother.

Writing his goals in the old language on the paper in front of him, Marcius felt relieved when he finished and read them over:

1-Improve your swordsmanship,

2-Enrich your home,

3-Secure your brother's strength,

4-Make sure he doesn't die, no matter what,

5-Use new skills on people who will benefit from them,

6- Now go and eat, or you will faint from hunger.

He straightened his clothes, repeated to himself that everything would be fine, and went to the door. Just as he was about to open it, the door was knocked twice and opened. The man who saw him at the door was surprised, but spoke without meaning to,

-Young Lord, your father is waiting for you in the study, please come with me,- he said in a calm voice.

Marcius nodded and followed the man as he walked away. The man was his father's right hand man, Steward Richard Dayne, a powerful spear master.

This world had its own level system.According to this system, Richard the butler was a level 7.This was so strong that he could not imagine how a person could be so strong.He could not imagine how strong the man who had a level 7 spear master under his command, my father.Duke Valentino was a level 9 swordsman.

After following Richard the butler for two minutes, he stopped in front of a door.The butler motioned for me to go through and stepped back.I knocked on the door twice, and when I heard a confirmation sound from inside, I opened the door and entered.In front of me was Benedict Valentino, the 9th level master of the Valentino duchy.He had a very scary aura and a look that made everyone feel like a bug.But only on the outside.

When the Duke saw him come in, he put his pen down on the table, turned around and opened his arms.

-Come here, Mars, why are you standing there? -Your father's arms are loose, he smiled at his son.

Marcius felt warm inside.He had never realised how much he had missed his father in the ten years since his father's death.Now that he had adapted to this body it felt as if this man was his real father.He shook off his thoughts and ran to his father and jumped into his arms.The Duke laughed and tightened his arms and sat his son down at the table beside him.He looked at his son with a mischievous grin,

-I heard you burned Mr Pelegrini, not a very nice place, he said.

When Marcius heard this, he buried his head in his father's chest and went off to hide in a secluded corner, his cheeks flushed.

-Father, I really didn't mean to, I hit him by accident when he suddenly screamed. I really didn't mean to, he muttered, leaning against his huge body.

The Duke laughed and ruffled his son's hair, answering his son's words.

-But Mr Pelegrini wanted to warn you because you didn't listen to him today, so he shouted at you, why didn't you listen to your teacher?

-I was only drunk for five minutes,- she said sheepishly.

His father laughed again and pushed him away, tapping him on the forehead with his finger,

-You should listen to your lessons Mars, you know your sword training starts next week, what will you do then? If you are not good at your normal lessons, I will postpone your sword training for another year,he said in a warning tone.

Marcius raised his head and made eye contact with his father,

-Dad, no, I'm going to work really hard, please don't procrastinate,Ž he tugged at his father's hand, Ž I don't know why it happened today, I just fell asleep suddenly and it won't happen again.

The Duke nodded his head, looking carefully to see if his son was serious or not,

-I trust you, Mars, but I don't want any more complaints from your trainers, OK?

Marcius nodded his head in agreement,

-Okay, I will never do it again, I promise, he said, giving his father his little finger. The Duke laughed and held out his little finger and squeezed it.

-Come on, let's go eat, your brother will be here by now. -You must be hungry.

Marcius nodded and jumped from the table, trying to catch up with his father, who had begun to walk. They were like a camel and a dwarf. His father was so tall that his small body could not keep up with his long strides.

When the duke heard his son's fast footsteps, he put his back on his lap again and inhaled his scent.

-My son smells good again, he said, kissing the top of his head.

Marcius leaned on his father's shoulder with a small grin.

When they reached the dining room, a small snowball was waiting for them; this was Marcius' first encounter with his brother in this world; he was excited and curious; he had seen it in memories, but it didn't feel the same as reality.

He looked at his brother for the first time in a long time. With his white hair and green eyes, he looked exactly like the body he was in now, even though his nanny was trying to feed him, pushing him with his hand and trying to tell him that he would wait for his father and brother.

-Abii,‖ she said, jumping up from her father's lap and running to his side so that nothing would happen to the boy who was trying to get out of his chair, hugging his waist tightly so that he wouldn't fall.

-Brother Darius, calm down, you're going to fall.

The boy turned his head towards his brother and giggled, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him.

-I miss my brother, you haven't been here since this morning,³ he said, pursing his lips.

Marcius replied as he stroked her head.

-You knew I had lessons, Darius, didn't you?

The Duke laughed and interrupted, already sitting in his seat watching his children.

-Yes, Darius, your brother was working so hard that he fell asleep in his lessons.

-Father,` said Marcius, his ears reddening.

-Father,‖ said Marcius, his ears reddening.

This scene was so sweet that most of the servants could not hide their laughter. It was not common in the aristocracy for father and son to be on such good terms.

The newly arrived servants felt they understood a little why no one had ever wanted to leave before.They were a real family, not a so-called family like the other families.

The conversation at the table continued as the servants faded into the background, the brothers sitting next to each other, struggling with their food.Marcius handed Darius a piece of cake and told him to open his mouth.When he had eaten properly, he smiled and patted his head.The Duke raised his eyebrows,

-Did you just make your brother eat the cake you didn't like to avoid eating it, Mars?

Marcius smiled strangely and shook his head, -No.

-You know I would never do that Dad, I always eat all my food,he said in a certain tone.

-Yes Dad, my brother gave me a cake, it was very good,Ž Darius said, not really paying attention to what his brother was saying.

Cedric tried to pretend he didn't care, but his flushed cheeks gave it away.

-Okay, okay, let's not get carried away, enough embarrassment for today, go to bed early tonight to be ready for your lessons tomorrow, okay Mars? The Duke said, raising his hand and signalling everyone to be quiet.

Okay Dad,- he said and took his brother who had finished his meal and walked towards the middle hall, turning to their father who was following them before entering the room,

-Father, we want fruit,- they said and quickly went inside.

The Duke pushed back his hair and turned to his butler.

You see, Richard, they've got me wrapped around their finger now, haven't they, and I feel I have no honour as a father,- he said dramatically, throwing his head back.

Richard looked at the Duke like a child and shook his head negatively,

-That's what happens when you have children while you're still a child, Sir, please come in, I'll tell them to bring some fruit.

The Duke frowned at the butler, but then smiled indifferently, patted the butler on the shoulder and approached the door to go in, then hesitated for a few seconds, stood in the doorway and sighed, watching his children playing and laughing together,

-This is what I live for, Richard, if anyone were to harm them I would protect them even if I had to die, they are everything to me, he said sincerely.

-Don't talk like that Sir, don't call evil evil,- he said with a frown, but he knew it was true, that the Duke loved his sons enough to die if necessary.

The sad silence was broken when Darius called out and they both rushed inside.

-Father, my brother suddenly fell asleep and fell on my shoulder,‖ the boy said, looking at his father with tears in his eyes, not understanding what had happened.

Duke immediately stroked his hair to comfort him,

-It's all right, son, your brother must have been very tired and your shoulder must have been very comfortable because he fell asleep right away. Don't be afraid, OK? Now go with Richard and get a good night's sleep," he said, trying not to show his concern at his son's increasingly pale face.

The little boy nodded his head in agreement, took the butler's hand and slowly left the room.

The Duke realised that they were quite far away,

-Call a doctor now, ask Ramos if necessary! No one will sleep tonight until we find out what happened,Ž he said as he picked up his son and headed for his room.

The endless night was a peaceful sleep for a certain 9-year-old boy....