The Reborn Hero Is Depressed

The end of a long life had finally come.

"...Thank you, Ishid."

If only the time granted to me had been a little longer.

"Roel!"

After the war with the black mages, a war that had decided the fate of the continent, I died in Ishid's arms.

Yes. That was how it should have been...

"Oh my, our daughter, who could she possibly look so beautiful like?"

I was reincarnated.

And not just anywhere, but as a very distant descendant of the comrade and friend I had fought alongside.

***

The world I opened my eyes to was 500 years after my death.

The world I had known had changed, and my friends had become people of the distant past.

But there was one thing, one precious friend of mine, that still existed in this world where all my memories had faded away.

He had become the guardian dragon of the continent and the empire we had protected.

"Roel."

I knew that Ishid had grieved my death deeply.

"There were countless things I regretted after you left."

"...Like what?"

"I should have died with you."

But I never thought it would be this much!

Looking into my trembling eyes, Ishid gave a loose smile.

"One loss is enough. I won't lose you."

A large hand caught my cheek.

"And you won't lose me either."

"Ishid..."

"I swear on my heart."

Thump.

At that vow-like promise, my heart raced.