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I died once as a swordsman in a world of grimoires and flying fortresses. I died again as a humble foot soldier of peace in a magic knight''''s uniform. Now, in my third life, I was expecting rest. Quiet. Retirement, maybe. Instead? I wake up as a 29-year-old single father of two daughters in a magic-powered modern world with a courtroom job I don’t remember applying for. Apparently, I’m a senior prosecutor in the Royal—no, just "Central"—Magic Law Department. No nobility here. Just bureaucracy, mana cores, coffee-fueled hearings, and monsters that crawl out of interdimensional gates on Wednesdays. And I? I’m a Rank Four Mage. Middle of the pack. Middle of the mess. Worse, I apparently ignored my daughters for work after their mother died. Four months of silence. I don''''t know them. They don''''t really know me. But I’ve been given this life again. So I’ll fight—not with swords or lawbooks—but with pancakes, storytime, and early morning teleport scrolls to school. Because even if I don’t remember building this life, I damn well intend to live it right.