I lived my life as a s*ave with a collar around my neck. But just one thing. I could decide for myself where I would die.
“…Any last words?”
My only friend asked me in a calm voice, and I closed my eyes and quietly answered.
“Wahh!”
…Wahh?
To cut to the chase, I was reincarnated. And as the youngest grandson of that friend of mine. So what am I going to do about it? What do you mean, what am I going to do?
“I’m going to raise hell.”
