Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son

Chapter 50

It was theorized that after death, the soul would go to the realm wherein the celestials lie.

There they would be judged whether they could return or be permanently erased. Those who have returned will receive a new body and will not remember their past lives.

Some scholars even believed that heroes from the war or the champions of the celestials, would have a special place if they choose to remain in that realm.

Yet for those who follow the celestial of destruction, Lucile, it could be said that their souls are in far more favorable fate.

As they solely belong to her, she was able to bypass the other celestial's authority, allowing her followers to be reborn in a manner different from the usual.

They could then return to Mundo with their memories intact, as demons who swear to rein havoc throughout the world.

It had been weeks since the cultural festival ended. Naell together with Owly returned to their routine of reading books in the library, and other minor activities.

Ever since he felt the oddness which was the old Naell, he would sometimes venture to read books about reincarnation or even transmigration.

Yet those days seemed to have borne no fruits. Even though Mundo had magic and fantasy revolving throughout its realm, there was no definitive proof that transmigration was possible.

'Reincarnation... but if that is the case, what are we then?' Naell couldn't help but think as he furrowed his brows.

Andrew was reincarnated, yet he was not originally from Mundo, but what was more absurd was Naell who transmigrated.

Deep inside, he was always bothered with the question of why they were both somehow transferred into that world.

Yet since he read many books relating to what he had gone through, he wasn't scared at all.

He firmly thought as he closed all the books related to reincarnation and transmigration.

'It's not like I'll even go and become a hero. No! I will live my life as a minor villain whose purpose has already ended!'

After returning all the books with his magic, Naell, and Owly's new destination was his classroom.

• Let's go, HOOT! •

Telepathically commanded Owly. Naell felt the urge to go back to their room especially because of the weather lately.

If autumn on the western continent was known for its cold temperature, then winter was certain to be far colder.

Snow would fall seemingly as eternal as the night. Clothes would be worn on clothes together with other garbs.

Places with heat magic, liquor to warm ones tummy, and large fireplaces would soon be swarmed by beings that would wish to take advantage of it.

As someone who was not at all bothered by the cold and even somewhat enjoyed the serene setting of winter, Naell wished for nothing more than to sleep in his quarters.

Yet with Owly's telepathic slurs and guilt-tripping, the bird had managed to persuade him otherwise.

Still, he smiled wryly as Owly, who often laid atop his head, was now hiding in his robe, taking shelter from the cold.

As they entered the classroom, they were greeted warmly by the students, especially the owl who became popular with everyone.

Naell knew the reason why Owly wanted to go to the class was solely for the treats the bird received.