I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 309: A New Flame Kindled

The morning came softly to Emberlight.

The Glimmering Plains shimmered beneath early golden light, and birdsong drifted over the dew-covered moss with slow, melodic rhythm. Within the peaceful calm of Isaac's private garden, three figures sat in gentle silence—surrounded by silverleaf trees and a rippling spring that reflected the sky.

Lira rested on a soft vine-woven bench, legs tucked beneath her, reading from a floating tome.

Sylvalen knelt near the water's edge, braiding strands of glowing grass into a crown with her usual quiet grace.

Isaac stood nearby, watching them both with a thoughtful expression. The moment was peaceful—almost too peaceful—and he knew that what he needed to say would shift something between them.

He stepped forward.

"I have something to share," he said.

Both women looked up.

Lira tilted her head, sensing the seriousness in his voice. "What is it?"

Isaac hesitated—but only for a second. "Asmodeus is pregnant."

The words were simple. Calm. Clear.

But they rang through the garden like a soft bell.

Sylvalen froze mid-braid. Her fingers paused, lips parting slightly.

Lira blinked. Then blinked again.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then Lira asked, carefully, "...With your child?"

Isaac nodded. "Yes."

There was no regret in his voice. No apology. Just quiet honesty.

Sylvalen looked down at the unfinished crown in her lap. Her voice was softer than usual. "She's already one of us."

"I know," Isaac said gently. "But this makes it more real. More permanent. I didn't plan it. But I don't regret it."

Lira looked up at him fully now. "Do you love her?"

Isaac didn't look away. "Yes."

Lira's eyes didn't narrow. They didn't flare with jealousy or doubt.

Instead, she stood and walked over to him. She reached out—slowly—and touched his hand.

Then she smiled.

"Then we'll help her," she said. "She's family now."

Isaac blinked. "You're not upset?"

Lira shrugged. "You're Isaac. You saved me. You gave us everything. And Asmodeus… she's kind. And brave. And strong. I can't hate someone like that."

Sylvalen finally stood, her voice steadier. "She may carry your child—but she also carries your trust. That's what matters to me."

Isaac let out a slow breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

They weren't just accepting the truth.

They were embracing it.

"And besides," Sylvalen added with a small smirk, slipping the unfinished crown onto Isaac's head, "if you're going to be a father, you'd better learn to wear ridiculous things without flinching."

Isaac laughed.

The tension melted into the breeze, and the garden once again felt like home.

Three lovers. One unborn child. And a future filled not with fear—but with fire, and light, and life.

Chapter 310: The First Flame of Emberlight

The news spread not as a command or decree, but as a whisper—carried by glowing streams, rustling silver trees, and the watchful eyes of Spirit Beasts.

By noon, all of Emberlight knew.

Isaac, the sovereign of their world, the one who raised cities from thought and destroyed gods without raising his voice, was to be a father.

And not just to a child of chance.

To a child born of Asmodeus, the Queen of Lilyshade Vale.

The effect was immediate—and profound.

—

In the foxkin village, the elders wept quietly, offering thanks beneath moonberry trees. To them, it was a sacred omen—the realm itself blessing its people with new beginnings. Children ran through the fields with silvergrass in their hair, shouting the name "First Flame!" in celebration.

In Lilyshade, the effect was quieter, but no less powerful. The succubi and incubi who once knew nothing but shame and exile gathered at the crystal bridges and lit lanterns in the shape of small stars.

They called it a Rebirth of Meaning.

"This realm is no longer only a refuge," whispered one of the former cultists, gazing at the violet sky. "Now it has lineage. Now it has future."

—

Spirit Beasts howled and sang across the Starlight Mountains, the ancient wolves of the Lunaris Forest raising their heads and echoing their song with reverence.

Even the Twilight Ocean calmed that day. Direwave Serpents did not rise. Abysslurkers did not stir.

The world held its breath.

—

No temple had been built to Isaac. No prayers had ever been demanded.

But now, they began spontaneously.

Offerings of carved wood and woven threads appeared near sacred groves and old Spirit Beast paths—each etched with the same phrase:

"For the Flameborn, child of the Guardian and the Queen of Healing."

—

In the central sanctuary, where citizens of all races gathered to exchange goods, music, and stories, a gathering formed.

Not organized. Not structured.

But natural.

A thousand voices sang songs with no lyrics. A hundred dancers moved with no choreography.

The people did not know what the child would become.

But they believed.

This child—the First Flame of Emberlight—was not just a symbol of power.

They were a symbol of hope.

A future beyond fear.

A lineage not of gods or kings—but of healing, rebirth, and the courage to love again.

—

And high above them, on a lone balcony overlooking the realm she once ruled alone, Asmodeus placed a hand on her belly and whispered into the wind.

"They already love you."

Behind her, Isaac smiled.

"They'll love you even more when you're loud and impossible to keep up with."

She laughed, resting her head against his shoulder.

"No one said parenting would be easy."

Isaac chuckled. "But it'll be worth it."

And all of Emberlight exhaled—together.

The realm was no longer just made of magic and memory.

Now, it held legacy.

Chapter 311: The Door Between Worlds

The breeze carried the scent of moonflowers and glowing mint as Lisette sat quietly by the stream near her family's new home. The laughter of foxkin children echoed in the distance, and Spirit Beasts grazed without fear on the gentle slope of the hill.

Yet her gaze drifted not to the beauty around her—but to a small pendant in her hand, shaped like an ink quill. A keepsake. A memory.

Isaac approached from behind without sound, yet Lisette spoke without looking.

"She'd have loved it here."

Isaac paused beside her. "You mean Kaelenna?"

She nodded. "We trained together… ate together… even cried together once. She was the first one to believe me back then, before the trials. I thought… maybe she'd forget me. I didn't want to leave like that."

Isaac sat beside her, elbows resting on his knees. He didn't speak right away. Instead, he watched the way her ears drooped ever so slightly, her tail curling inward like a quiet wish she didn't voice.

"You don't have to leave Emberlight," he said finally. "And you don't have to be trapped here either."

Lisette turned, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.

Isaac raised his hand and made a slow gesture through the air. Light bloomed like a ripple over water—then stretched outward, forming a glowing archway of swirling gold and violet energy. Within it, the image of the Academy courtyard shimmered into view, bustling softly with life.

"A direct portal," he explained. "Only you can activate it. It links your aura to hers—so it opens when you want to see her."

Lisette blinked. "You made this just for me?"

Isaac gave a small smile. "Of course I did. You've given enough. You deserve to take something back."

She stood slowly, approaching the door with hesitant steps. On the other side, she could see Kaelenna laughing with a group of students, sitting under one of the moonberry trees they used to nap beneath during breaks.

Lisette's fingers brushed the portal's edge. It was warm. Familiar.

"…Thank you."

Isaac stood behind her. "Emberlight is your home now—but that doesn't mean you have to forget where you came from."

Lisette turned back, her violet eyes shimmering. "I'm not forgetting anything. I'm just making sure no part of me is ever left behind again."

And with that, she stepped forward.

Into the world that remembered her