Editor: SleepyMango123
Don’t think too much.
Even if he grew up later, he was no match for Heimos.
And his current appearance of a child was even less likely to be an opponent of Heimos who was older than himself.
Even if he tried his best to pinch the other just now, he was afraid he would have been dead by this time.
Shaking his head, he shook his confused mind sober as he told himself,
Instead of thinking about doing impossible things like killing Heimos, it was more urgent to solve the problem of his pants first.
Only Garlan would feel embarrassed about not having pants. Heimos didn’t even take it seriously.
Children who had not yet started horse riding training did not wear underwear. Everyone was the same and he had grown up like this. When he got used to it, he naturally didn’t think there was anything wrong. Noble children needed to wear decent clothes to some extent, but commoner children simply used a piece of cloth to cover themselves and considered them clothes.
Therefore, what Garlan felt was embarrassing, Heimos didn’t think it was. It was just that this little child was precocious and nervous, which made him think it was a little funny.
Although he was knocked down by the kid just now and was made to bear the blame, he was not angry.
Anyway, the child was small and not heavy, and he was not injured. It was okay for the child to fall on me, otherwise, with such a small body falling to the ground, there may have been a few bruises on his hands and feet.
Heimos thought about this, and looked Garlan up and down to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the child. He didn’t say anything and proceeded to take the child back.
After losing face in front of his mortal enemy several times in a row, Garlan didn’t dare to do anything more and obediently held Heimos’s hands to walk.
He didn’t know the current situation at all, and he didn’t dare to ask where Heimos would take him, so he could only ponder hard by himself.
After all, although he had returned to his previous, previous, previous, previous life, he didn’t have any memory of that life.
No, there were still some memories, but it was only a rough idea, not the detailed kind. He only knew the outline of the novel- the beginning, middle and ending, as well as the outline of certain things, but the specific details were not clear.
The only thing he could guess about the current situation was that as a child, for some reason, he seemed to have run out of the residence, and Heimos was here to get him back.
He followed Heimos obediently while looking at his surroundings.
The destination was not far. After all, he was still a child and couldn’t cover much ground. After going over a few bends on the platform of the water pavilion, passing through the gorgeous promenade supported by tall columns, he followed Heimos to his destination.
Heimos took him to the entrance and said nothing. He raised his finger to the stone path winding through the undergrowth, motioned for him to pass through, and then turned and left as if he had other things to do.
With some complicated feelings, Garlan looked at the mortal enemy who’d just left. He felt that his back made him both familiar and unfamiliar. This time, when he was suddenly dropped to such a young age and met Heimos, who was still a young boy, he couldn’t think of what kind of attitude he should use to deal with this deadly enemy who he was destined to fight to death.
Moreover, how did this boy who was still considered gentle to him now became a sadistic pervert in the future?
He sighed softly, threw the troubles at the back of his mind, and stopped thinking about things he didn’t understand and tried to cheer up.
In short, he had to first go back to his residence, find a piece of fabric and try to make underwear, underwear, underwear…
Thinking of the most important thing in his mind, he ran forward along the bluestone path quickly. Turning a corner, a small palace surrounded by tall palm trees appeared in front of him.
The small palace was neither very tall nor magnificent, but it was quite exquisite. The whole temple platform presented an arc shape. Along a crescent-shaped pond, lavender hyacinths surrounding the pond were being reflected on the edge. When the wind passed by, large patches of hyacinths would sway slightly, like a light purple ocean.
Garlan was stunned for a moment.
He saw inside the palace, the crescent-shaped pond among the large swaths of hyacinth flowers, and on the cylindrical corridor that propped up the palace platform, there were countless buildings. Everywhere, wherever he could see, there were children in groups of twos and threes.
At first glance, there were probably thirteen or fourteen children.
What’s going on, why are there so many brats?
Someone who was thinking such words in his heart obviously forgot that he himself was now one of these little brats.
Feeling confused, he looked left and right.
Some of the children were old and young, but they all seemed to be around the age of seven or eight to thirteen or fourteen. Several of them gathered together while some stayed alone. Except for a few solitary ones, most of the other children were already in a group, gathered together to speak quietly and whisper to each other. It was unknown what they were discussing.
Some children frowned, their faces collapsed and looked very unhappy, some were excited and had obviously anticipatory expressions, while others were pouting and throwing tantrums.
Seven or eight years old…seven or eight years old…
That’s it!
Garlan finally remembered.
The reason why the original body could compete with Heimos for the throne was because both of them had the right to succeed the throne.
He and King Camos were not brothers. He was originally the son of an ordinary town lord. However when he was seven or eight years old, as part of the bloodline of the royal family, he was chosen to be brothers with King Camos, who did not have any children. This allowed him to gain the right to inherit the throne.
In other words, am I now in a critical period where I need to stand out from this group of children who have the same bloodline of the royal family and be selected by King Camos?
Garlan felt an oncoming headache.
Before this, every time he was reborn, he had already become the king’s brother for many years, and he didn’t even think about how to become the king’s brother. Now that he was thrown to the age of seven or eight, he had to find a way to get King Camos to choose him.
What should I do?
Go and please Brother Camos?
But to be honest, Brother Camos and him were actually not very close. Every time he was reborn for less than a year, he would be killed by Heimos. In addition, that fellow, Brother Camos spent at least ten months out of the year outside, and he had to be busy with government affairs whenever he returned. Therefore, he and his King Brother very rarely met, let alone getting along with each other.
In addition, he had always focused on fighting with Heimos, his mind was full of Heimos, and he would not pay attention to the preferences of the King Brother who he rarely met.
Therefore, he was caught blind1 now.
Wait, no matter what, he had to fix his underwear first.
Gallan looked left and right, and saw a piece of white cotton cloth hanging not far away, which seemed to be a curtain. He didn’t care anymore, and hurriedly went over and tore a piece off. Then, he wrapped the white cloth left and right and tied it, trying to make himself something similar to a loincloth with the white cotton cloth. After that, he wrapped up the key parts and wasn’t able to feel the coldness and emptiness underneath.
Ah, much more comfortable.
There was no longer a need to worry about him as a child with the problem of flashing the public. He let out a sigh of satisfaction and then continued to think about the problem.
Speaking of which… King Camos’s achievements were quite commendable. It could be said that he was the hero who saved the kingdom.
When the first king was suddenly poisoned, young King Camos ascended the throne at the age of seventeen. At that time, the country was turbulent, foreign enemies observed him, and the whole country was shaken by wind and rain. The throne under him was also crumbling.
However, unexpectedly, on the second day of his succession, he ignored everyone’s persuasion and led the army to the battlefield. In a bloody battle, fighting for ninety-nine days, they’d abruptly killed the invading armies of the three major enemy nations. After the young King had repelled the enemies, he turned around and went back to the country, and beat the people who were secretly creating a mess in the country into a pulp.
For more than ten years in his reign, King Camos had made a name for himself on the battlefield, and everyone respectfully and fearfully said that he was a lion under the sun.
In this way, he achieved the majestic title of “Lion King” on the battlefield. When his enemies saw the fiery red Lion King flag fluttering under the sun, they were frightened. Even worse, as soon as he came out with a roar, they fled in fright.
One could imagine how sturdy and terrifying the battle value of his brother Camos was.
Even if it was one versus ten, it would be like a game.
With messy brown hair and a golden brown beard densely covering his chin, Garlan’s impression of his prestigious brother king was that he was tall and majestic. At first glance, it looked like his head was wrapped with brown hair.
When he was upset, he swayed and stared, and his golden-brown hair floated around him. It really looked like an angry lion shaking its head.
He thought of the King’s big figure, who was two heads taller than him, his strong arms that were as thick as his thighs, bulging biceps, and steel-like muscles to create a stiff and strong body. He had a thunderous voice when he spoke. The shiny dark brown skin on his thick body, and the messy brown beard that covered most of his face…
Hmm… not so much like a lion. Just by looking at his appearance, Garlan felt that his King brother looked more like a big brown bear with full mane who walked upright
…
However, whether it was a lion or a brown bear, the fights were very violent… So according to common sense, the strong fighter King Camos should also like the same sort of sturdy successor, right?
…
Garlan looked down at his small arms and legs. When the sun shone, it was white and tender, delicate enough for water to drip out, and the fingers were soft and there were no calluses at all.
…
So how was the original body selected?
Garlan expressed his incomprehension.
Just as Garlan observed the twitching tips of his delicate fingers, his neck was suddenly strangled by the clothes that slid backwards.
Just because he was depressed and didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, someone grabbed his back collar from behind and dragged him back roughly.
Being taken advantage of and being too late to resist, he was forced to stagger back. He wanted to break free, but his physical strength was too low to break away. In addition, his throat was strangled by the collar again and his breathing became difficult. Therefore, he could only be embarrassingly dragged away like this.
The man behind him dragged him to a quiet place and threw him to the ground.
Could it be that Heimos wanted to attack him first.
The gentle attitude just now was just a facade?!
With an anxious feeling in his heart, Garlan suddenly raised his head and looked up in surprise and anger.
Upon seeing the culprit, he was taken aback. His nervous expression suddenly disappeared.
Tsk.
He snorted in his heart and sat on the ground, looking angrily at the chubby kid who was dragging him.
“Didn’t you, little bastard, sneak out to cry? What are you doing coming back here?”
The little fat kid stared at him with a frowning eyebrow, seeming to have a vicious look.
But because he was too fat, the chubby fat on his cheeks shook as soon as he spoke.
Garlan, who was being frightened, looked at the ‘fierce and evil’ face. There was no turbulence in the heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.
“Hey, say something.”
Then Garlan was being kicked.
There were three children with the little fat boy, all of them were two years older than him. Seeing the bullied object having an indifferent expression, only made them angrier. One of the taller kids was the one who’d kicked him.
Garlan’s expression changed instantly.
He was killed by Heimos. Although it was very painful when he died, other than that, he had always held everyone in his palm, and he would not even be touched by anyone, let alone being directly kicked at.
He was King Camos’s brother, the first in line to succeed to the throne, under one person, above ten thousand.2
Heimos was the second successor, and his status was still below him, so even those followers of Heimos, at least on the surface, dared not show disrespect towards him.
When his expression changed, the bullies were happier.
That was right. It was boring when there wasn’t any response. It was this kind of unwilling grievance that made them feel accomplished.
He was obviously a bastard, pretending to be noble, and had always looked at the others with eyes that despised them.
Thinking of this, they happily kicked him one after another.
But this time, they missed.
Garlan turned over before the kick in the next second, and avoided the foot.
The place where the first kick was striked was a bit painful. He rubbed it and thought, those kids were also very treacherous. They kicked the place where he was covered by his clothes. Even if his skin was tender and would appear bruised, others would not notice.
“You dare to hide?”
Seeing that everyone had managed to land a kick onto him and yet his was evaded, the little fat boy shouted angrily.
“It seems that you haven’t learned.”
“Why do you need to teach me a lesson?”
Garlan asked, taking two steps back. Touching a bush with his hand behind him, he stopped moving.
“It’s because you, a mixed blood hybrid, tarnishes the royal bloodline. How dare you come to the royal capital. Of course, we have to show you who’s the boss!”
“Yes, that’s right. looking at your skin color, we know that you are mixed with lowly commoner’s blood. You still dare to dream of taking the throne.”
“How does a bastard like you deserve to stay with us?”
The little fat man pointed at him and said as he raised his fist in a threatening manner and waved it at him.
“If you stay here again, I’ll beat you whenever I see you!”
Hearing the little brats cursing at himself, Garlan glanced over the kids, then thought about the appearance of the other kids he saw in the palace and suddenly realised.
That was true.
He was being stared at because he was too conspicuous among the group of children.
He was the only child with a white complexion. The other children had all dark or light brown complexions.
Brown skin was the skin color of the upper nobles in this kingdom. For many years, both the royal family and the superior aristocracy only intermarried with each other for the sake of pure blood.
Therefore, in this country, the brown-skinned race was regarded as superior.
Garlan ignored the little brats who were still yelling at him, and fell into deep contemplation. He had remembered that although he was the son of the city lord, he was raised from an early age of not being loved by his parents and was even alienated.
He didn’t think much about it during the previous few rebirths, but felt that it might be because he had been raised in the royal city since he was a child and was estranged from his biological parents, so he was not liked. But now, he seems to have guessed the reason for his bad relationship with his parents.
It was because of his skin color.
His father, the city lord who was a superior nobleman of the royal bloodline, had brown skin, but he was confused by hormones when he was young. For the sake of love, he married a woman of a lower status, and that was his mother.
But he inherited his mother’s skin color when he was born. His father was probably very unhappy about it, so he didn’t like him very much.
When he was reborn several times before, his skin was light brown, therefore he didn’t think about it at all. But he remembered that he had occasionally seen encounters in the palace where nobles with other skin colors were treated coldly, excluded, and ridiculed by those brown-skinned nobles… Presumably, the original body when he was a child had also experienced the same thing.
Garlan suddenly thought of a very strange possibility.
When he was with Heimos not long ago, he wondered why his skin color was pale when he was a child, but it became light brown when he grew up. His skin was pretty good when he was young, but it became rough when he grew up.
Garlan felt that he had probably guessed the correct reasoning.
Question: How do you change your skin color from fair to brown?
Answer: In order not to be laughed at, tan yourself.
……
………………
…
…
Very good, this falsification was simply marvelous.
Garlan, who was surrounded by the children, sighed with emotion. The hand behind him had already clicked, and the branch that was snapped off was in his hand.
Because he felt that he had almost understood the background story, it was time to start a healthy exercise called ‘beating the bear’.
Garlan, the son of destiny, was reborn for the fifth time, and his first battle was against the bear children.3
One against four
1
to be at a loss.
2Refers to ministers with lofty positions and prominent powers.
3It is often described as a naughty child, young, ignorant, lawless, and has not received a good family education for the time being. For example, when you see a child doing something unreasonable and destructive, you can sigh: “This bear child”. The bear child has a derogatory meaning. This term comes from the north and refers to those annoying children. It also means nickname, which becomes a nickname for naughty children.
4Actual text: 美白这么没技术含量的事情咱才不做。Author is mocking modern societal views that fair skin nowadays are preferred rather than being tan, while it is the other way in the novel.
Editor: SleepyMango123
Don’t think too much.
Even if he grew up later, he was no match for Heimos.
And his current appearance of a child was even less likely to be an opponent of Heimos who was older than himself.
Even if he tried his best to pinch the other just now, he was afraid he would have been dead by this time.
Shaking his head, he shook his confused mind sober as he told himself,
Instead of thinking about doing impossible things like killing Heimos, it was more urgent to solve the problem of his pants first.
Only Garlan would feel embarrassed about not having pants. Heimos didn’t even take it seriously.
Children who had not yet started horse riding training did not wear underwear. Everyone was the same and he had grown up like this. When he got used to it, he naturally didn’t think there was anything wrong. Noble children needed to wear decent clothes to some extent, but commoner children simply used a piece of cloth to cover themselves and considered them clothes.
Therefore, what Garlan felt was embarrassing, Heimos didn’t think it was. It was just that this little child was precocious and nervous, which made him think it was a little funny.
Although he was knocked down by the kid just now and was made to bear the blame, he was not angry.
Anyway, the child was small and not heavy, and he was not injured. It was okay for the child to fall on me, otherwise, with such a small body falling to the ground, there may have been a few bruises on his hands and feet.
Heimos thought about this, and looked Garlan up and down to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the child. He didn’t say anything and proceeded to take the child back.
After losing face in front of his mortal enemy several times in a row, Garlan didn’t dare to do anything more and obediently held Heimos’s hands to walk.
He didn’t know the current situation at all, and he didn’t dare to ask where Heimos would take him, so he could only ponder hard by himself.
After all, although he had returned to his previous, previous, previous, previous life, he didn’t have any memory of that life.
No, there were still some memories, but it was only a rough idea, not the detailed kind. He only knew the outline of the novel- the beginning, middle and ending, as well as the outline of certain things, but the specific details were not clear.
The only thing he could guess about the current situation was that as a child, for some reason, he seemed to have run out of the residence, and Heimos was here to get him back.
He followed Heimos obediently while looking at his surroundings.
The destination was not far. After all, he was still a child and couldn’t cover much ground. After going over a few bends on the platform of the water pavilion, passing through the gorgeous promenade supported by tall columns, he followed Heimos to his destination.
Heimos took him to the entrance and said nothing. He raised his finger to the stone path winding through the undergrowth, motioned for him to pass through, and then turned and left as if he had other things to do.
With some complicated feelings, Garlan looked at the mortal enemy who’d just left. He felt that his back made him both familiar and unfamiliar. This time, when he was suddenly dropped to such a young age and met Heimos, who was still a young boy, he couldn’t think of what kind of attitude he should use to deal with this deadly enemy who he was destined to fight to death.
Moreover, how did this boy who was still considered gentle to him now became a sadistic pervert in the future?
He sighed softly, threw the troubles at the back of his mind, and stopped thinking about things he didn’t understand and tried to cheer up.
In short, he had to first go back to his residence, find a piece of fabric and try to make underwear, underwear, underwear…
Thinking of the most important thing in his mind, he ran forward along the bluestone path quickly. Turning a corner, a small palace surrounded by tall palm trees appeared in front of him.
The small palace was neither very tall nor magnificent, but it was quite exquisite. The whole temple platform presented an arc shape. Along a crescent-shaped pond, lavender hyacinths surrounding the pond were being reflected on the edge. When the wind passed by, large patches of hyacinths would sway slightly, like a light purple ocean.
Garlan was stunned for a moment.
He saw inside the palace, the crescent-shaped pond among the large swaths of hyacinth flowers, and on the cylindrical corridor that propped up the palace platform, there were countless buildings. Everywhere, wherever he could see, there were children in groups of twos and threes.
At first glance, there were probably thirteen or fourteen children.
What’s going on, why are there so many brats?
Someone who was thinking such words in his heart obviously forgot that he himself was now one of these little brats.
Feeling confused, he looked left and right.
Some of the children were old and young, but they all seemed to be around the age of seven or eight to thirteen or fourteen. Several of them gathered together while some stayed alone. Except for a few solitary ones, most of the other children were already in a group, gathered together to speak quietly and whisper to each other. It was unknown what they were discussing.
Some children frowned, their faces collapsed and looked very unhappy, some were excited and had obviously anticipatory expressions, while others were pouting and throwing tantrums.
Seven or eight years old…seven or eight years old…
That’s it!
Garlan finally remembered.
The reason why the original body could compete with Heimos for the throne was because both of them had the right to succeed the throne.
He and King Camos were not brothers. He was originally the son of an ordinary town lord. However when he was seven or eight years old, as part of the bloodline of the royal family, he was chosen to be brothers with King Camos, who did not have any children. This allowed him to gain the right to inherit the throne.
In other words, am I now in a critical period where I need to stand out from this group of children who have the same bloodline of the royal family and be selected by King Camos?
Garlan felt an oncoming headache.
Before this, every time he was reborn, he had already become the king’s brother for many years, and he didn’t even think about how to become the king’s brother. Now that he was thrown to the age of seven or eight, he had to find a way to get King Camos to choose him.
What should I do?
Go and please Brother Camos?
But to be honest, Brother Camos and him were actually not very close. Every time he was reborn for less than a year, he would be killed by Heimos. In addition, that fellow, Brother Camos spent at least ten months out of the year outside, and he had to be busy with government affairs whenever he returned. Therefore, he and his King Brother very rarely met, let alone getting along with each other.
In addition, he had always focused on fighting with Heimos, his mind was full of Heimos, and he would not pay attention to the preferences of the King Brother who he rarely met.
Therefore, he was caught blind1 now.
Wait, no matter what, he had to fix his underwear first.
Gallan looked left and right, and saw a piece of white cotton cloth hanging not far away, which seemed to be a curtain. He didn’t care anymore, and hurriedly went over and tore a piece off. Then, he wrapped the white cloth left and right and tied it, trying to make himself something similar to a loincloth with the white cotton cloth. After that, he wrapped up the key parts and wasn’t able to feel the coldness and emptiness underneath.
Ah, much more comfortable.
There was no longer a need to worry about him as a child with the problem of flashing the public. He let out a sigh of satisfaction and then continued to think about the problem.
Speaking of which… King Camos’s achievements were quite commendable. It could be said that he was the hero who saved the kingdom.
When the first king was suddenly poisoned, young King Camos ascended the throne at the age of seventeen. At that time, the country was turbulent, foreign enemies observed him, and the whole country was shaken by wind and rain. The throne under him was also crumbling.
However, unexpectedly, on the second day of his succession, he ignored everyone’s persuasion and led the army to the battlefield. In a bloody battle, fighting for ninety-nine days, they’d abruptly killed the invading armies of the three major enemy nations. After the young King had repelled the enemies, he turned around and went back to the country, and beat the people who were secretly creating a mess in the country into a pulp.
For more than ten years in his reign, King Camos had made a name for himself on the battlefield, and everyone respectfully and fearfully said that he was a lion under the sun.
In this way, he achieved the majestic title of “Lion King” on the battlefield. When his enemies saw the fiery red Lion King flag fluttering under the sun, they were frightened. Even worse, as soon as he came out with a roar, they fled in fright.
One could imagine how sturdy and terrifying the battle value of his brother Camos was.
Even if it was one versus ten, it would be like a game.
With messy brown hair and a golden brown beard densely covering his chin, Garlan’s impression of his prestigious brother king was that he was tall and majestic. At first glance, it looked like his head was wrapped with brown hair.
When he was upset, he swayed and stared, and his golden-brown hair floated around him. It really looked like an angry lion shaking its head.
He thought of the King’s big figure, who was two heads taller than him, his strong arms that were as thick as his thighs, bulging biceps, and steel-like muscles to create a stiff and strong body. He had a thunderous voice when he spoke. The shiny dark brown skin on his thick body, and the messy brown beard that covered most of his face…
Hmm… not so much like a lion. Just by looking at his appearance, Garlan felt that his King brother looked more like a big brown bear with full mane who walked upright
…
However, whether it was a lion or a brown bear, the fights were very violent… So according to common sense, the strong fighter King Camos should also like the same sort of sturdy successor, right?
…
Garlan looked down at his small arms and legs. When the sun shone, it was white and tender, delicate enough for water to drip out, and the fingers were soft and there were no calluses at all.
…
So how was the original body selected?
Garlan expressed his incomprehension.
Just as Garlan observed the twitching tips of his delicate fingers, his neck was suddenly strangled by the clothes that slid backwards.
Just because he was depressed and didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, someone grabbed his back collar from behind and dragged him back roughly.
Being taken advantage of and being too late to resist, he was forced to stagger back. He wanted to break free, but his physical strength was too low to break away. In addition, his throat was strangled by the collar again and his breathing became difficult. Therefore, he could only be embarrassingly dragged away like this.
The man behind him dragged him to a quiet place and threw him to the ground.
Could it be that Heimos wanted to attack him first.
The gentle attitude just now was just a facade?!
With an anxious feeling in his heart, Garlan suddenly raised his head and looked up in surprise and anger.
Upon seeing the culprit, he was taken aback. His nervous expression suddenly disappeared.
Tsk.
He snorted in his heart and sat on the ground, looking angrily at the chubby kid who was dragging him.
“Didn’t you, little bastard, sneak out to cry? What are you doing coming back here?”
The little fat kid stared at him with a frowning eyebrow, seeming to have a vicious look.
But because he was too fat, the chubby fat on his cheeks shook as soon as he spoke.
Garlan, who was being frightened, looked at the ‘fierce and evil’ face. There was no turbulence in the heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.
“Hey, say something.”
Then Garlan was being kicked.
There were three children with the little fat boy, all of them were two years older than him. Seeing the bullied object having an indifferent expression, only made them angrier. One of the taller kids was the one who’d kicked him.
Garlan’s expression changed instantly.
He was killed by Heimos. Although it was very painful when he died, other than that, he had always held everyone in his palm, and he would not even be touched by anyone, let alone being directly kicked at.
He was King Camos’s brother, the first in line to succeed to the throne, under one person, above ten thousand.2
Heimos was the second successor, and his status was still below him, so even those followers of Heimos, at least on the surface, dared not show disrespect towards him.
When his expression changed, the bullies were happier.
That was right. It was boring when there wasn’t any response. It was this kind of unwilling grievance that made them feel accomplished.
He was obviously a bastard, pretending to be noble, and had always looked at the others with eyes that despised them.
Thinking of this, they happily kicked him one after another.
But this time, they missed.
Garlan turned over before the kick in the next second, and avoided the foot.
The place where the first kick was striked was a bit painful. He rubbed it and thought, those kids were also very treacherous. They kicked the place where he was covered by his clothes. Even if his skin was tender and would appear bruised, others would not notice.
“You dare to hide?”
Seeing that everyone had managed to land a kick onto him and yet his was evaded, the little fat boy shouted angrily.
“It seems that you haven’t learned.”
“Why do you need to teach me a lesson?”
Garlan asked, taking two steps back. Touching a bush with his hand behind him, he stopped moving.
“It’s because you, a mixed blood hybrid, tarnishes the royal bloodline. How dare you come to the royal capital. Of course, we have to show you who’s the boss!”
“Yes, that’s right. looking at your skin color, we know that you are mixed with lowly commoner’s blood. You still dare to dream of taking the throne.”
“How does a bastard like you deserve to stay with us?”
The little fat man pointed at him and said as he raised his fist in a threatening manner and waved it at him.
“If you stay here again, I’ll beat you whenever I see you!”
Hearing the little brats cursing at himself, Garlan glanced over the kids, then thought about the appearance of the other kids he saw in the palace and suddenly realised.
That was true.
He was being stared at because he was too conspicuous among the group of children.
He was the only child with a white complexion. The other children had all dark or light brown complexions.
Brown skin was the skin color of the upper nobles in this kingdom. For many years, both the royal family and the superior aristocracy only intermarried with each other for the sake of pure blood.
Therefore, in this country, the brown-skinned race was regarded as superior.
Garlan ignored the little brats who were still yelling at him, and fell into deep contemplation. He had remembered that although he was the son of the city lord, he was raised from an early age of not being loved by his parents and was even alienated.
He didn’t think much about it during the previous few rebirths, but felt that it might be because he had been raised in the royal city since he was a child and was estranged from his biological parents, so he was not liked. But now, he seems to have guessed the reason for his bad relationship with his parents.
It was because of his skin color.
His father, the city lord who was a superior nobleman of the royal bloodline, had brown skin, but he was confused by hormones when he was young. For the sake of love, he married a woman of a lower status, and that was his mother.
But he inherited his mother’s skin color when he was born. His father was probably very unhappy about it, so he didn’t like him very much.
When he was reborn several times before, his skin was light brown, therefore he didn’t think about it at all. But he remembered that he had occasionally seen encounters in the palace where nobles with other skin colors were treated coldly, excluded, and ridiculed by those brown-skinned nobles… Presumably, the original body when he was a child had also experienced the same thing.
Garlan suddenly thought of a very strange possibility.
When he was with Heimos not long ago, he wondered why his skin color was pale when he was a child, but it became light brown when he grew up. His skin was pretty good when he was young, but it became rough when he grew up.
Garlan felt that he had probably guessed the correct reasoning.
Question: How do you change your skin color from fair to brown?
Answer: In order not to be laughed at, tan yourself.
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Very good, this falsification was simply marvelous.
Garlan, who was surrounded by the children, sighed with emotion. The hand behind him had already clicked, and the branch that was snapped off was in his hand.
Because he felt that he had almost understood the background story, it was time to start a healthy exercise called ‘beating the bear’.
Garlan, the son of destiny, was reborn for the fifth time, and his first battle was against the bear children.3
One against four
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to be at a loss.
2Refers to ministers with lofty positions and prominent powers.
3It is often described as a naughty child, young, ignorant, lawless, and has not received a good family education for the time being. For example, when you see a child doing something unreasonable and destructive, you can sigh: “This bear child”. The bear child has a derogatory meaning. This term comes from the north and refers to those annoying children. It also means nickname, which becomes a nickname for naughty children.
4Actual text: 美白这么没技术含量的事情咱才不做。Author is mocking modern societal views that fair skin nowadays are preferred rather than being tan, while it is the other way in the novel.
