The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy

I opened my eyes, wincing at the pain that throbbed through my body.

“Wh-Where…”

My shoulder twitched.

Astonishingly, I was back in the prison cell with Fron and the children.

I had hoped that by rewinding time with chaos, I could witness another past, or perhaps even a time before the past, a glimpse of the ancient world beyond the scope of the story I, the author, had written.

Had I failed?

I sighed.

Well, Rome wasn't built in a day.