The Sinful Young Master

Thomas opened his eyes.

Wait, I'm not dead.

His vision slowly returned to him.

He was lying on a plushy carpet and before him was a bed and table where three figures sat.

There were people in the room, laughing.

He couldn't discern the voices or the language they were speaking.

Slowly he moved, but he realized it was difficult to move as he felt like his body was heavy.

He could tell it wasn't English but slowly he was starting to understand as a voice rang in his head.

[Qalena's blessing as chosen one]

[Inherited Qalena's will]

[Power of ASCENDANT obtained]

The voice kept ringing in his head.

Thomas was still disoriented and couldn't figure out what was happening.

Then suddenly, he heard them say, "Hey, look at him, he's still alive."

Then another voice said, female's, "I told you he wouldn't die."

Another male voice said, "Thank the gods, he didn't die, if not grandmother will bite me off."

Thomas slowly got up.

He then looked at the people and the room he was in.

It looked like he was in some old Victorian type of set. He didn't understand why he was here.

As he was starting to wonder, he caught his as he felt a penetrating sharp like pain.

The memories flooded in, a young man's life and his family and how he was tortured to death by these three people.

The young woman Elara, was his supposed fiance but she didn't want to marry him. She was also his cousin. And it made Thomas baffled. 

What the incestual fuck? To preserve their bloodline, they have been marrying like this.

I feel like I was in a famous series from my previous life.

So he was pressuring him to cancel the marriage and the other two males were his brothers.

Thomas was now inheriting the body of a young man named Jolthar kaelzhar.

The Kaelzhar was a clan of magic swordsmen.

There are powerful clan which holds a strong foothold in the entire empire. The family had a stronghold as the fierce and domineering presence.

 Of the two who are present, one of them is his elder brother Orimus and the other was the son of a concubine, Tolion who was closer to Orimus.

They have been picking on Jolthar, simply they felt like it and Jolthar didn't have magic like other children and it only made them act more.

He only practised sword but that hasn't reached anywhere.

So no one in the family looked at him or cared about him. He even lived in the small single-room house behind the Family's estate.

They always come into his room to drink and bully him.

Today they had gone extreme and hit him on the head which killed him.

And that's when Thomas came into his body.

He heard about reincarnation but he didn't think he could get one himself.

He looked at his hands and his body. Jolthar's body was frail. He could see the callous on the hands from long sword practice.

His previous life had been a mess, he only cared about his family and neglected himself. And here, Jolthar had been working so hard to get acknowledged by his family. In a way, they both were the same. Feeling Jolthar's emotions, he clasped his hands. He had decided, that he would make Joltar's dream come true and he wouldn't live for anyone but himself. He decided to be Jolthar, Thomas had died and he was now Jolthar, his new life had just begun.

He would get revenge, on this family and the people who tormented the boy all his life and he will leave for it. Thomas felt those memories like he had lived them again, while he watched them, he related himself to the boy and it made him more invested.

SIGH

Even in this life, it seems like I have to live a hard life again. Damn, goddess!

After they all left, now Jolthar stood alone in the room. 

First of all, he needs to leave this house.

From the memories, he remembered a conversation he had with his grandmother, where she mentioned a book belonging to a man, his ancestor who was revered as the sword king. 

He didn't understand why she suddenly showed up and talked to him but Jolthar was thankful and now found a way. Jolthar seemed like he was preparing to leave but that's when the there of them came. 

Jolthar's life came to an abrupt end. 

The book she mentioned was in the Stormholde Keep, a place where the clan members held training in previous years. But right now, no one was at the Keep. Every one of them had already finished training. 

Jolthar left the family house and left for Stormholme Keep.

As there were variables like swords and magic, he could train with them but he didn't have a talent for magic so Jolthar had practised swords for many years and was very knowledgeable with swords.

It took him three days of time to reach the Keep. Fortunately, no one questioned his arrival as he was the youngest son of the Patriarch. 

The Stormholde Keep was stretched over a 1 acre of land, but the structure was tall and had plenty of rooms and it had grounds for training. He settled on the first and took a rest as he was tired from the journey. 

The next day, he started searching.

He found the book after searching the library in the keep, it was hidden deep inside the library in the place where his grandmother had mentioned.