Several hundred years ago, I cast a reincarnation spell.

At the time, I was over 170 years old. It's likely that no other human lived that long. I had been circulating magic power throughout my body to slow the aging process.

Even so, there are limits to what magic can do. A human body likely wouldn’t last until 200 years.

That’s why I developed a reincarnation spell. I cast it a little over 200 years ago.

After activating the spell, the Elf War broke out.

Palmyris Monotri, my partner and trusted confidante from my previous life—affectionately nicknamed Pal—apparently participated in the war.

I later heard that she joined simply to pass the time while waiting for me to be reborn.

I pitied the Elves who faced Pal. Aside from me in my previous life, she was the strongest and most skilled magician in the world—a monster capable of fighting an entire nation's army alone.

As expected, the Elves lost, and the Dark Elves claimed victory. Without Pal, that outcome would have been impossible.

Reincarnation magic doesn’t allow for immediate rebirth. My soul required a vessel—a suitable body capable of housing it.

To brag a little, my soul is enormous. So, while casting the reincarnation spell, I simultaneously cast another spell to create a vessel that would be ready a couple of centuries later.

And that vessel... is me.

I go by Sai in this life.

Elves are renowned for their vast reserves of magical power, but I surpass even the average Elf by several times. My magic capacity has exceeded what I had in my previous life, and I still have room to grow. I’ll undoubtedly surpass my former self.

Driven by a desire to see the world's farthest reaches, I embarked on a journey.

The world is said to have four continents: Sardis, Arond, Felden, and Dradren.

From Felden, the Arond Continent lies to the east, and they share well-established trade routes.

Dradren, however, is distant from the other three continents, and settlement there remains sparse due to the challenges of crossing vast oceans.

Incidentally, it was in my previous life that I discovered the Dradren Continent. Nearly 300 years have passed since its discovery, yet colonization has been minimal. The distance and danger of the ocean crossing are likely the reasons.

But I wonder... is that the only reason?

Sardis is home to two great nations: the Kingdom of Ordrette and the Balsarge Empire. I was born in the Kingdom of Ordrette.

These two nations were prominent even in my previous life, though they were more like mid-tier powers compared to major nations on other continents.

Leaving Ordrette behind, Pal and I arrived at Chakol Berfess, a city in the Empire.

It’s the easternmost city on the continent and serves as a trading hub with the Arond Continent.

Walking through the bustling market, Pal was drawn to some pepper.

“This is excellent pepper. Let’s buy it,” she remarked.

“Could I get 10 kilograms of pepper?” she asked the shopkeeper sweetly.

“Coming right up! Anything for a beauty like you, Miss. I’ll even give you a discount!”

“Why, thank you. You’re too kind.”

It’s remarkable how Pal’s beauty instantly lowers prices. Watching her smile, I couldn’t help but think, being beautiful is such an advantage.

She later eyed some oranges and teased me. “These Valrezian oranges look delicious. But tell me, which of us looks more appetizing, master?”

“Please don’t say such things in public, Pal,” I retorted, flustered.

The fruit vendor's eyes were fixated on her... rather, on her ample chest.

The market soon gave way to the port, bustling with activity. Ships of all sizes came and went, some traveling to other imperial ports and others destined for the Arond Continent.

Our destination was the city of Pelkeos in Arond, and we headed to the ticket counter.

“When is the next ship to Pelkeos?”

“Three days from now at noon,” the attendant informed us.

We purchased two tickets for a first-class cabin, paying in small gold coins.

By evening, we sought accommodations. Based on the market’s information, we headed to a luxury inn I had stayed at in my previous life.

As we checked in, a commotion erupted at the front desk. A rotund merchant was demanding the last suite, which we had already booked.

“Give me that suite!” he barked.

“Not happening,” I replied bluntly.

“I’ll pay triple!”

“I’m not hurting for money,” I shot back.

Despite his bluster, I dismissed him and allowed the staff to guide us to our suite.

Once inside, Pal teased, “You certainly know how to stir things up, master.”

“You didn’t have to egg him on!”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?”

As much as she tried to deny it, I knew she’d orchestrated the entire encounter for her amusement.