The first seat of the twelve sages, Chrom Chronogate.
A hundred years in the future, he was feared as history’s strongest mage, and the only time mage in the world.
That was me.
But that doesn’t mean my life was bright and full of praise.
I was once weak, and lost people that were very dear to me because of it.
I spent my life trying my hardest to become strong enough to never lose what I wanted to protect ever again.
I developed theories about time magic, which is something that was always seen as nothing more than a fantasy or a joke, ran around battlefields gaining real combat experience, and killed the ‘demon kings’ that were being born, one after the other, before taking their power into my own body.
If someone as talentless as me was ever going to become strong, I was going to have to work harder than anyone else.
Those days were horrible, they felt like I was drowning in my own bloody vomit…
I wasn’t after status, fame, or wealth. All I wanted was for everything to go back to being like those fun days in my youth.
I didn’t want to lose anything anymore.
So I kept working as hard as I possibly could, and in the end, I finally became strong enough to protect everything.
…But it was too late.
I didn’t have enough time.
By the time I became strong, I had lost everything I wanted to protect.
The girls that were my childhood friends, the people who taught me kindness, the peaceful town where I grew up, the master who taught me magic, my home country of Historia… I couldn’t protect a single thing.
I spent my entire life becoming strong.
But then, I decided I would redo my life, and I used an unprecedented time leap technique to do it.
(…This isn’t a dream.)
Looking at El standing in front of me really makes me feel like I’m back in the past.
“…El, what year and day of the goddess calendar is it?”
“W-what’s that all of a sudden Chrom? Your face looks scary…”
“Just tell me.”
“H-hn? It’s the tenth day of the fourth month of the year one thousand two hundred… It’s your sixteenth birthday. Did you forget?”
“…I see.”
I just wanted to confirm it, and it really is different.
No doubt about it, this is…
A hundred years before when I just was.
My hometown is still peaceful, and I’m still ‘Chrom the failure’ who can’t use magic…
And El is still alive.
“Ha… Hahahaha! It worked! It really worked!”
“…? …!?”
I hug El without thinking.
All the effort I put in during the last hundred years finally paid off. Of course I’m excited.