Transmigrated as the mysterious older brother

The empire of Rafayel is one of the biggest advancing empire in the continent, housing nine noble-born households and five recognized families. Among the five, the Crosseart family was one of the biggest contributor of wealth in the empire. Their big businesses and blessed with genes, compatible magic prowess and unparalleled strong companions.

They are sought after by many families in the circle for the purpose of climbing the status.

The heir and first born child of the current generation, Tyrespiel Lor Crosseart, is especially the most popular among the children of the family. He wears a blindfold with an ouroboros symbol everywhere he went, even in his own house.

He is known for his prowess and wisdom. Not only that, he is the topic of every rumor circulating the empire: a gentle young master, a pretty face was a phrase of sarcasm in the noble circle, and a petty bastard.

Despite this, he remained indifferent towards the nobles which further infuriated the nobles. How dare a mere commoner act as if he is royalty? is what they refute and spout every time the young master dwells in their parties as requested.

And amongst his peers in the academy, Tyrespiel is the face of their academy, they dubbed a history is resting in their area, was how the phrase was made, 'a dragon sleeps in his cave'.

A true protagonist would he be if not for his brother, Kaspian Vor Crosseart, a very bright teenager with the prowess of strength resting in his fingertips. With his brother's guide and teachings, Kaspian made a name for himself, being known and written down in history as the god-slayer in the era of bloodbath evil.

If Tristan was gonna describe the novel, this may be the most accurate summarised version of Tyrespiel's life.

Tristan was a painter. He especially loves painting sceneries, using surrealism as his style. Nothing restricted him from pursuing what he dreams to be- a traveler, not even his condition. Yet, all of it will remain in his dreams.

An accident four years ago caused him to be crippled plus with his immune system weakening by day, due to his worsened condition further triggered by the accident, he has been locked up in this mansion, taken care of by doctors and nurses.

'Four years since I haven't stepped out of this room made me lonely...' , he thought

Sadly smiling while tracing his pointer finger on the cold windowpane, staring at the snow slowly piling outside and covering the spacious backyard. He closed his eyes and wished his parents a 'Merry Christmas'.

He never resented his parents for locking him in this house but he regrets that he spent his four years alone without any company. He let out a sigh before feeling a sudden pain in his chest, it felt like his heart is being squeezed inside his ribcage which is making it hard to breath.

He can only let out gasps and whimpers as he struggled to maneuver his wheelchair to the emergency button on his bedside table. The pain in his chest continued to increase with his head pounding making him yelp in pain notifying the two maids outside his bedroom.

"Young Master!!!", they ran to his side and helped lay him gently in his bed before one the maids ran outside to call his doctor and parents. Shouts of panicked and instructions were heard in the backround.

is he going to die?

is it finally his time?

Tristan clutched his chest while watching his maids call for help as he whimpers in pain. He knew, and he does not want to deny it further─ he is going to die.

But,

he does not fear death, what he fears is beyond death, was it heaven and hell like they says or will he become a star like what his grandmother used to tell him. But, he is not afraid, he cannot escape death anyway so he can only embrace it.

He is slowly losing his vision which made him furrow. And he looked to the side, eyes squinting to make out the figures of his crying mother and father, he engraved their faces in his mind, afraid to forget them.

Then finally death took him away. Forever. From this world.

It snowed that day. The crisp sound of defibrillator machine and the shock sent in his body, the shouts of hurry, panicked and frowning faces. Tearful gazes and sorrowful atmosphere engulfing the room once the clock strikes twelve,

Truly, he was no longer with them. A fact they cannot deny.

God is so cruel. To let evil live and good die, how ironic was the phrase for the people are yet how cruel death may be, the soul of a dead body is sweet free and guided through the life of with our suffering as they claimed.

"Freedom?

Do I want to free myself? Do I? Yes...

Mama, Papa, I am sorry.. I died before you //chuckles

If God grant me another life I will make sure to cherish everyone I love and take care of them... I will marry a woman and start a family of my own, something I could not achieve in this life...

And as such, he lived back again.