The Reincarnated Wizard Who Will Eventually Become the Strongest

He woke up with a dull ache in his head and wondered when he had fallen asleep.

He rubbed his heavy eyelids and felt a slight headache.

He had always had headaches, but he had never felt such pain.

（It was as if someone had hit me on the head.)

You reach for your aching head, wishing for a headache remedy.

（Huh?)

Then he noticed that there was a cloth wrapped around his head.

(Is this a bandage?　Could it be that I ...... am injured?)

His head was heavily bandaged.

I wonder if I am injured after all.

Thinking back, my memory of what happened before I woke up is vague.

（What was I doing?)

As I desperately tried to remember, little by little, I began to remember.

I came home from work, it was the middle of the night, I drank whiskey without eating, didn't take a shower, didn't change my clothes, and jumped straight into bed.

(What happened to me between then and ...... when I woke up?)

I don't remember a thing.

I live alone in an apartment.

Even if I got hurt, I don't have a roommate who could take care of me.

"- Huh?"

For the first time, he felt something strange.

Although his vision is dim, he has no idea what he sees in his dimly lit eyes.

"......Where am I?　Whose room is it?"

It is definitely not a room in a familiar apartment.

It is somewhat classic.

It is more than twice the size of my room.

The bed is incomparably comfortable.

(Not ...... kidnapped. My parents are not rich, they're average people, and I don't have any money either, I work for a black company.)

No matter how much I worried, I had no idea that I was going to be kidnapped.

Above all, I was not restrained in any way, except for being laid on the bed.

This eliminates the possibility of kidnapping.

Then, what was happening to me?

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

He gave up and decided to try to voice it.

(What?　Isn't your voice too high?　(You sound like a kid before he changed his voice.)

The voice I remember of myself is much lower.

I did not have such a voice that it was difficult to judge whether I was a girl or a boy.

After a while, I heard a small running sound coming from outside of the room, as if my voice had been heard.

The footsteps come to the front of the room and open the door vigorously.

"Sam!

"Little boy!　You're awake!"

A beautiful maid with silver-rimmed glasses and a butler dressed in an elderly but well-dressed tailcoat burst into the room.

He was stunned by the unexpected appearance of these people, but managed to squeeze out his voice.

"Who is it?"

The next moment, for some reason, they both looked despairing.

The maid even burst into tears.

I watched this scene as if it were someone else's problem,

（Who's the son of a b*tc*?)

He thinks of nothing else.