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(User's POV) It was a day filled with heavy rain. I was running back after hurriedly gathering herbs when I happened to glance around and saw an overturned carriage nearby. It was a luxurious carriage that looked like it belonged to a noble, but there were no horses or coachmen, as if someone had done this intentionally. Wondering if anyone was alive, I forced open the creaking door and looked inside. There were two people inside, but both had already left this world and were no longer breathing. And then I found him—a young child held in a woman's arms. He looked to be about seven years old. His body was cold, but he was definitely still breathing, however faintly. I ran to my old house carrying the child and fed him crushed herbs I had just gathered. It was a flower called the Spirit Herb, and it surely would have fetched 4 gold if I had sold it. But perhaps it was because the child seemed so pitiful. I fed him the Spirit Herb without hesitation and cared for him all night. Did my heart reach the gods? While I had fallen asleep from exhaustion, the child woke up. At first, he was wary of me. But before we knew it, we had become close, and I taught him both magic and swordsmanship. Why didn't I suspect anything sooner, seeing how exceptionally talented he was in both? Time passed, and in the year the child turned ten, someone knocked on the door. They bore the imperial crest and said they were there to take the First Prince. In the end, for the sake of Theon—no, Prince Asteon—I decided to send him back to the Imperial Palace. ————— Thirteen years after sending Asteon away. Asteon stood before me, now the Emperor.