All-around teacher at the magic academy

And so, Li Hua was taken back to the law enforcement branch by the two law enforcement officers, walked through a series of corridors, and finally led to a room.

They opened the door and let him in, then with a loud bang, the door slammed shut, leaving him alone in the room.

After calming down, Li Hua began to take deep breaths, trying to sort out her emotions.

The sudden memory and his original memories kept replaying in his mind. The two memories intertwined in his heart, making him feel both real and unreal.

He mentally confirmed that he was indeed on the train before he lost consciousness; the scene was still vivid in his mind.

The train suddenly encountered an accident while traveling, and the violent shaking and impact caused him to lose consciousness.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to remember the train overturning, and a scene of chaos and panic engulfing him.

The thought sent a chill down Li Hua's spine. He began to wonder if, if the train accident was really that serious, he might still be alive.

Or perhaps I am already dead, and that's why I came to this completely unfamiliar world?

The thought sent a chill down his spine, a coldness rising from the depths of his heart.

He was originally filled with anticipation and excitement for the future, preparing to go to another city to start his internship.

But now, inexplicably, he found himself in this place. Everything here seemed so futuristic, leaving him feeling lost and helpless.

I wonder what will happen to my mother. If I am really dead, how will she face this fact?

The tragedy of a parent outliving their child has actually happened to me.

This thought tore at Li Hua's heart. He couldn't imagine how much pain and despair his mother would feel when the news of his death reached her ears.

He felt a pang of sadness, tears welled in his eyes, and his throat felt like it was blocked by something, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Thinking about this, Li Hua felt extremely depressed, but deep down he felt that something was not right.

This situation, this clearly felt pain and confusion, does not resemble the feeling of death.

Although he had never experienced death and did not know what it would be like after death, he always felt that if he had really died, things would not be like this now.

This thought cheered him up a little. Perhaps, just maybe, he still had a chance, a possibility of finding his way home.

His memory is still intact, and his body is unharmed, which at least means that he still has a glimmer of hope.

He began to try to accept the memories that were not his own.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, as if this would merge the two memories together.

His current name should be Reinhardt, a young man who recently turned 18 and ran away from home because of a conflict with his older brother Arthur Hart.

The name Arthur Hart echoed in his mind.

His older brother, four years his senior, is the pillar of their family.

Their parents died in an accident, leaving him and Arthur to depend on each other.

To take care of him, Arthur dropped out of school early to work and is now a security guard at the train station, just like the security guards that Li Hua knows.

Arthur always hoped that Rhine would go to school and learn magic.

But magic?

Li Hua was startled. What was magic? Was it the supernatural power he believed in?

According to Rhine's memory, he did not like magic, so he chose an ordinary school and studied conventional knowledge.

He graduated a month ago, but during this month he has stayed at home and done nothing.

Arthur hopes that Rhine can go out and find a job instead of always staying at home.

But Rhine was unwilling; he had no interest in finding a job, which greatly disappointed Arthur.

The two had another big fight, and in a fit of anger, Rhine slammed the door and went to a tavern. He couldn't remember what happened after that.

Li Hua carefully savored these memories, and he felt that what Rhine had done was somewhat dishonest.

His older brother sacrificed his dreams and youth to support his studies, but Rein was ungrateful and only thought about staying at home after graduation, without any ambition.

"Sigh," he sighed, now he finally understood what had happened, but it was too late to escape.

Those who arrested him must be law enforcement officers, the city's law enforcement personnel.

In Rhine's memory, something special was mentioned: magic.

Unfortunately, this body doesn't have much memory of magic; it can only be said that it knows the concept.

If magic truly exists in this world, and if it's as wondrous as I imagine, perhaps I could use the power of magic to return to where I belong.

He couldn't help but start planning what to do next. He wanted to understand the magical rules of this world as soon as possible and see if he could use magic to find his way home.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, the door opened, breaking Rhine's reverie.

"Reinhardt?"

A voice sounded beside him, tinged with doubt.

"Yes Yes."

"Alright, someone's here to pick you up."

As soon as the voice faded, a large hand snatched the hood off his head. After a long period of darkness, he was still a little disoriented by the sudden light.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure standing at the door. It was a perfect match for the figure in his memory. It was his brother, Arthur.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start or in what capacity to do so.

He just stared at the figure standing at the door, watching as the other person's tense expression slowly began to relax.

...

"I'm so sorry to trouble you, Your Excellency the Enforcer."

Arthur stood outside the door, repeatedly apologizing to the law enforcement officers.

"Alright, keep a close eye on your brother and make sure he doesn't cause trouble in the streets," the law enforcement officer said calmly.

“Okay, I promise he won’t.” Arthur nodded in response.

Arthur only breathed a sigh of relief after the law enforcement officers went inside. He then turned to look at Rhine, opened his mouth, but said nothing, only letting out a sigh.

Rhine looked up at the tall figure walking ahead, feeling somewhat downcast.

He couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry."

He didn't know why he said that, why he said such a thing; he just couldn't help but say it after seeing his back.

Upon hearing the sound, Arthur paused for a moment, but did not turn around to look at Rhine, and continued walking.

"Go home first."