Fog of War

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"Come on, we don't have time." Lieutenant Greg urged as the forest began to fill with fog, along with Leon, who still observed his surroundings.

"Lieutenant, are you scared?" General Leon asked, grinning jokingly.

Unlucky!

Fog of War - Awakening in the World of Magic

Greg Magmor.

Leon Crimson.

Arghh!! My head is dizzy... Leon groaned while holding his head in pain. He lay on a beautiful mattress.

Fog...

It was something that appeared in my brain when I tried to withstand the pain that stabbed like needle rain piercing my head.

Then the dark light... Leon tried to open his eyes, moving his hand that covered his gaze to the world.

He finally opened his view. The first thing he saw was fog, but he immediately realized it was just an illusion and tried to focus more.

Darkness. No... More precisely, something luxurious.

Leon looked up as his eyes fully opened and began to realize his unknown presence.

He scanned around and then squared himself before finally sitting on the luxurious mattress. The mattress was soft when Leon stood up.

Quite far but not too far for the size of the spacious room, there was a table in front, the only thing that emitted light.

Leon looked at the place.

Where am I? I see a table with an open book on a page. Next to it, there are many scattered papers.

Fog... is it like fog? I felt the book isolated with the papers, similar to myself isolated with thick fog, and then at the very end, at the highest point, there was an ancient lamp.

The lamp was enough to illuminate the luxurious table—white, with extraordinary details—and the book opened on a page showing ancient script.

Leon stood up, still holding his throbbing head, forcing himself to walk toward the desk with a curious expression barely hidden.

"What's this?" Leon asked. The cold floor touched his feet as he passed the carpet made from rare animal hair and stepped on the cold surface.

He approached the table, supporting himself with his left hand touching the white table, grabbing a few papers before his gaze moved to the book.

What's this? I took the book. The writing was strange, like ancient script, unclear and incomparable to ordinary alphabets.

I tried opening another sheet, but the writing remained the same. The light behind began to dim, fog appeared around me, and my head began to throb again.

Faster and faster as I stared at the writing. The sound in my brain and ears almost broke as I desperately maintained my sanity.

"Cough! Cough!"

I put the book back on the table. Behind it, a mirror stood—something I only realized when I set the book down.

What?

My face... changed?

Leon looked at the mirror, disbelieving. He began to grope his face with his slightly soft hand, unlike his old rough hand.

What's the old one? Leon has transmigrated to another world, and tonight he realized it—beginning to explore a little of this world.

Why? My face is quite handsome, and the hair is modern... I think this is a suitable appearance if I move worlds.

Leon moved the chair carefully, distancing it a little from the table before his head approached the mirror, getting closer to see his face clearly.

"This is young." Leon exclaimed carefully, his voice vague.

Wait... why am I this calm in a case like this? If it's true that I've moved, I should have left an extraordinary battle in my old world.

Once again, Leon took the paper—forgetting that his mind would be tangled if he reread the ancient writing—but this time, it wasn't like that.

Can I read it? Even smoothly, I could read it. I waited to withstand the same pain, but it wasn't there, and I could read it.

Spe... Sperum?

City... Oh yes, by the way, what's my name here? I'm curious, but there are things that are finally a little missed. I'm quite happy here.

I put one paper down and took another at random. My eyes fixed on the handwriting.

Name: Wein Arcveil

Age: 16 years

Education: Tomorrow will enter the Aetheris Academy.

Hobbies: POSSIBLE HAPPY?

What's this? Oh... but the name is Arc... Arcveil, yes... and the call is Wein.

A cool and old name, but I like an elegant name like this. This time, I see something more attractive to me.

I lowered the paper containing the biodata, and right in front of my view, there was a shiny weapon—covered by several thick lines of pure gold.

Leon was really curious, staring intently at the old revolver with mechanical workings, far older than the modern weapons in the old world.

A revolver on the table... If we see that world's rules, firearms were banned in some countries, but the rich continued using them for self-defense.

In the old world, I liked that... The rich had plenty of firearms in their big houses, while the poor were imprisoned for possessing weapons—even with official permits.

Leon lifted the weapon, daydreaming, then set the revolver back on the table before taking a small gold bullet.

This is small enough for a revolver. In the old world, revolver bullets were larger, but here, even this revolver bullet was smaller than 9mm.

I think a gun isn't a strong weapon, but it's quite useful. So I collected the scattered bullets. They were hot... but this revolver felt like it had never been used.

Expensive weapons.

The word Arcveil was engraved on the grip—written in Latin alphabet. Clearly, this was a derivative weapon, passed down through every aristocratic generation.

Pistol, yes...

Elegant. I grew more curious, turning the revolver in my hand, opening the rotating cylinder, and inserting the bullets one by one.

Wait... I realized, then set the revolver down, shifting the papers to find the biodata paper among the scattered sheets.

"Wein... 16 years... education... well, this, will he enter the academy tomorrow?" I muttered.

Sighing deeply, the idea of active study appeared in my head. The academy... and tomorrow, I would attend the first day of school—despite not knowing this world's abilities.

But I'm quite calm—unlike the world of magic or myself, who hadn't really studied this world.

"Gawk! Gawk! Gawk!"

The crow's voice echoed clearly. Leon immediately took a step back, surprised, and searched for the source.

After exploring the room, he saw a small black silhouette—a crow calling me from behind the thick curtains.

The window was open, allowing the crow to enter. I didn't think too much about it, but the bird looked strange.

"Leon! No... Wein! Wein."

The crow spoke smoothly, mentioning my name before repeating Wein.

"Wein... here! Come here!"

Its voice was loud.

Leon stepped cautiously toward the source, disturbed by the crow's presence.

"Wei..."

"SSSTTT!!!" Leon interrupted, motioning the crow to be silent.

It would be a big problem if someone noticed something strange. Wein lived with his younger sister and aunt, who sometimes stayed in the Arcveil mansion.

Wein was afraid his sister would be disturbed—even though I didn't know where this house was.

The wind began to push the curtain, brushing against my skin as I caught the fabric and tied it to a rope.

This is quite annoying.

I was surprised and even scared when a crow called my name. My back hair stood on end at its mention.

Leon opened his mouth, asking, "What is it?" Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked at the crow.

Suddenly, the bird jumped, standing on Wein's shoulder before leaning in.

"You... have transmigrated."

The bird's voice pierced my ears—it even knew the truth still doubted in my brain.

Certainly... who wouldn't ask how he knew that?

"How do you know that?"

"Somebody!"

What? Leon closed his eyes, then reopened them—his repaired face regaining composure.

"Alright, if you don't want to tell... but what is your purpose in coming to me?"