There was a knock on the door. "Good morning, Your Grace. The sun has risen, and your presence is awaited."

These noises tore into my head, my headache didn't stop tormenting me.

"You may come in," my Mother diverted from caressing me.

The door opened, and three of my mom's maids entered the room. Two of them took care of the bed after dressing and adorning my mother. "Lord Xavier was planning to arrive early this morning, but he is rather late," said the tallest maid. "We all pray for his safety."

"I am fairly certain that His Lordship is safe. As far as I understood from our six-year marriage, he is never in a hurry," my mom chuckled.

The third maid said, "Lady Faye, should I feed your precious boy?" She looked like a perfect housekeeper: the woman was short and chubby. My mother nodded.

When the maid came close enough to me, she heard me giggling. Her face became concerned, but she didn't say anything to my mother.

She was worried for a reason: I wasn't just laughing happily. I could hear something hysterical in my voice myself. That was because suddenly I found my desperate situation... ironic.

In my previous life, I had everything I needed to at least get a chance of defeating my childish dementia. If I could use the ability my mentor granted me, I would try to pack my whole mind up into a memory archive for it to unpack itself after I reach an age when children already have a stable memory. Over the years, I had become so used to my power that I began to perceive it as a part of myself. And losing it right at the moment I needed it most was... funny.

Once again, I tried to conjure a spell or use my ability, but nothing worked.

Xavier Nocturne was a warrior. Not a rough barbarian, though. Being a magician requires you to be thoughtful and persistent. These qualities allowed him to survive the war, where he, a mage without authority, and she, a noble with no power, met.

Before meeting Faye, he hated the nobles' guts, but the deeper his hatred of the nobility, the stronger was his affection for her after he got to know Faye more. Together, they worked for years, restoring the nearly fallen household.

After all they had sacrificed, he wanted to relax, to raise an heir, and to guide him until he would be capable of leading the family forward on their own.

But the news he brought home promised that life would get harder. He decided to keep them hidden until Faye recovered from childbirth.

Hundreds of magicians like him were summoned to the city of Metarit as a backup plan in case of some disaster reaching out to it.

And the disaster happened. Miles away, yet the consequences destroyed the forest around the city, which was protected by mages guarding it. As he discovered later, Citadelorous, the Deity of Mind, and his demigod servant, faced the Gods of Light and Life in battle. The Deity of Mind was gone, together with the demigod. But they managed to annihilate the God of Life before their death.

And Xavier, the blue-haired descendant of the traitor god, could become the next target of the winner side. He never met his distant ancestor, but he doubted that it would stop the foes. If the followers of the God of Life decide to destroy him and his family, no one will interfere.

He has to be ready. The war never ended.

The one who entered the room was the manliest man among men. If I had a husband in my previous life, he would definitely look like him. Was it my Father? I was beginning to envy my mother.

Several hours had passed since the maids warned us of Father's imminent arrival. My mother was reading a book aloud for some reason. Maybe she wanted me to get used to speech faster.

Lord's face was dark, but the moment he saw my mother, he smiled gently. She sat up on the bed despite her fatigue. My mother picked me up and handed me over to my father.

"So you gave a birth to a son." he grinned satisfied, carefully picking me up.

It was only then that I noticed his sapphire-blue hair and eyes. That meant that...

I was reborn in the body of my mentor's descendant. My head was empty. How was that even possible? What were the chances of that?

Immediately, I tried to access the ability my master granted me, but I failed once more.

Maybe I need mana to use it, which I don't have for now? But in my past life, I don't remember my ability affecting my mana reserves. Perhaps the mana cost was so little I didn't notice it.

Maybe the ability is granted to a specific body rather than a certain soul?

In any case, now there was a trembling hope in my heart.

Recently, the ceremony of name-giving took place. Such rituals are only performed for rich families, so in my previous life my granny gave me a name, not a priest. 

Before the rebirth my name was Alasirelle, but I always found it too pompous and preferred to be called Alice.

Though I like my new name. I often repeated it to myself, enjoying the way it sounds. 

Zane Nocturne. Will he remember anything about me when he will grow up?

I hope that I'll manage to activate my ability. It means that I need to hold on as long as I can before my memories fade away. And recently I came up with an idea for that. I should concentrate on the most important things, hoping that then they would be forgotten last.

My mage skills are essential for a quick start in this new life. I also need to remember that I don't need to fight every god to get rid of them. I only need to...

I was rummaging through my memories. But I couldn't find it. All I need is to... do... what?

Uh-oh...

My mother feeds me frequently.

I'm beginning to feel a profound connection with my new parents. I don't want to forget this feeling.

I love it when my mother reads books out loud to me. It's the only entertainment I have in my new body.

What does the word "kerfuffle" mean? It sounds funny. My headache got worse when I tried to delve into my memories, hoping to find the definition of this strange word.

My head hurts when I think of anything. I can't concentrate. I feel my memories gradually fading away. This is much more terrifying than I thought it would be. I don't yield to it. In spite of pain, I try to keep the most significant and useful memories.

I'm lying and staring at the ceiling. What did I do an hour ago? I don't remember. When was the last time I was fed? I have no idea. I think my mind lost the ability to create new memories. Is this the first time I'm having have such a guess?

My mind is slowly cracking and falling into the void. I don't want too...

Please. Mentor. Help

A sudden burst of energy brought me back to my senses. Someone was healing me. Why? Some maid dropped the baby. I was that baby.

For the first time in days, I could feel clarity. My mind was sharper than ever.

I still remembered the language. I guess, not all of my memories were lost.

The energy kept pouring into me. I could sense it in every part of my body. What a wonderful feeling it was...

An idea came to my mind, and I tried to access my mana. I could feel it! I could feel that icy streamlet running down my spine!

Why now? Does healing magic nourish with mana? That's quite a discovery.

Before the effect disappeared, I tried to use my ability. It worked! I could see my own mind like a map, and I knew my way around here. After that I needed to... to pack my whole identity into a memory archive? But how? And how had I created memory archives set on a timer before?

It didn't matter. I had to do it. I was already doing it.

I could feel my mind shrinking and then folding. What a disgusting feeling it was. As if somebody tried to squeeze my brain out through the ears. I was that somebody. And I kept going.

Would I go crazy after this? I have never tried to pack my whole mind into an archive. Or did I just not remember it?

The archive has to unpack itself in five yea-