Even After Reincarnating, I Still Get Hated

The sun hung high as Alfred and Luna boarded a sturdy wooden carriage bound for Silvervale, the illustrious capital of Eldoria.

The rhythmic clatter of the horses’ hooves on the cobblestones provided a soothing backdrop for their journey.

Alfred settled into a cushioned seat, adjusting his school uniform with a slight frown.
“I never thought traveling by horse could feel so… quaint,” he mused aloud.
(Quaint? More like glacial. I’m just a normal guy, after all.)

Luna fluttered gracefully above the carriage, her iridescent wings catching the sunlight.
She perched on the window frame with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Oh, Alfred, you have no idea how much fun this can be,” she teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
(This is going to be interesting—let’s see how they react.)

As the carriage rolled through a bustling village, a group of townsfolk caught sight of Alfred.
Their eyes widened, and whispers spread like wildfire.
Luna couldn’t resist stirring the pot.

A stout villager with a bushy mustache approached cautiously.
“Is that… Alfred Nightshade?” he asked in a trembling tone.

Alfred blinked in confusion.
“Nightshade? I don’t think so. My name’s just Alfred.”
(Why do they keep calling me that? I’m perfectly ordinary.)

Luna hovered nearby, savoring the spectacle.
“Yes, indeed. The legendary Nightshade has graced us with his presence,” she chimed in sweetly.
(Oh, this is too good—they have no idea!)

The villagers exchanged nervous glances.
“We heard you’ve returned to seek vengeance,” the mustached man declared.
“Is it true, Alfred?” he demanded.

Alfred shook his head, trying to dispel the tension.
“No, I just want to explore and maybe make some friends.”
(Really? They think I’m here for revenge? I’m just me!)

Luna giggled, her wings fluttering with delight.
“Alfred is a misunderstood soul, truly more interested in peace than peril.”
(They have no clue—and I love it.)

A young woman with wide eyes piped up, “But the Nightshade family was feared for its dark powers. Are you really one of them?”

Alfred sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“I assure you, I’m not. I’m just an ordinary student who ended up here by accident.”
(Ordinary, huh? I wish I could see what they see.)

Luna laughed softly.
“Perhaps destiny had a hand in bringing him here. Who knows what adventures await?”
(Destiny, schmestiny. I’ll keep this fun, no matter what.)

The uneasy villagers soon backed away.
“We better stay clear of any trouble,” muttered the mustached man as he ushered his companions off.

Alfred looked back, utterly bewildered.
“What just happened?” he asked.
(I need to fix this, but I don’t even know I’m doing anything wrong!)

Luna floated closer, feigning concern.
“Don’t worry, Alfred. They’re just a bit superstitious. We’ll get through Silvervale without more of these mix-ups.”
(Of course I’ll smooth it over—I’ve got this covered.)

As the carriage continued, Luna found more chances to have fun.
When a group of traveling merchants boarded to offer their wares, she whispered playful suggestions that convinced them Alfred was a renowned warrior in disguise.

A lanky merchant with a long beard nervously approached.
“Alfred Nightshade, is it? We’ve heard tales of your prowess. Might we see a demonstration?” he stuttered.

Alfred chuckled awkwardly.
“I don’t think that’s necessary—I’m not a fighter.”
(Not a fighter, yet they want a show? I’m just normal!)

Luna twinkled her wings.
“Perhaps a friendly demonstration would ease their concerns,” she suggested with a wink.
(Or make things even more delightfully complicated.)

The merchant hesitated before pulling out a lute.
“Could you share a heroic song?” he requested.

Alfred, slightly amused, nodded.
“Sure, I can sing a song I know.”
(I have no idea what they expect—but here goes nothing.)

As Alfred began humming a familiar tune, Luna subtly enchanted the scene.
The carriage glowed with an ethereal light, and nearby villagers gasped in awe.
(This is pure gold—he’s just being himself, and they’re eating it up!)

The merchants clapped enthusiastically, their fears forgotten.
“Marvelous! Truly the spirit of a hero,” the bearded man exclaimed, bowing deeply.

Alfred smiled, still puzzled.
“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
(I’m just singing—I don’t even realize I scare people!)

Luna couldn’t contain her laughter.
“Oh, Alfred, you have no idea how entertaining this is.”
(They’re all so wonderfully misinformed—and I’m having a blast.)

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, the carriage neared Silvervale.
Grand spires and towering walls shimmered in the fading light, testament to Eldoria’s magnificence.
(Incredible—or just another stage for these misunderstandings?)

Alfred gazed out the window, a mix of awe and uncertainty in his eyes.
“We’re almost there. Silvervale looks incredible.”
(Every new place seems to turn into another adventure I never asked for.)

Luna hovered beside him, her tone softening.
“Yes, Silvervale is a place of wonder and mystery. I’m sure you’ll find your path there.”
(And I’ll be here to keep it delightfully confusing.)

At the grand gates, guards in ornate armor eyed the carriage suspiciously.
“State your business,” one demanded, his hand resting on his sword’s hilt.

Alfred took a deep breath and said, “I’m here to meet with the council. My name is Alfred Nightshade.”
(Of course they’d ask—why wouldn’t they?)
Luna fluttered close, offering a reassuring smile.
“Yes, Alfred is here on important matters. Please, let him through.”
(This should be fun.)

The guard studied them for a moment before nodding.
“Very well. Proceed.”

As the carriage rolled into the bustling streets of Silvervale, lanterns began to glow and the scent of exotic spices filled the air.
Alfred felt a surge of excitement mixed with uncertainty.
(Here we go again—I’m just a normal guy, right?)

Luna watched with sparkling amusement as the carriage navigated the crowded avenues.
“Welcome to Silvervale, Alfred. Let the adventures begin,” she said softly.
(And let the misunderstandings keep on coming!)