Edmund was sitting in a chair and a massive wooden table was in front of him. On it were big tomes, some in a language which was understandable while some in other languages.
"Have a seat, Cassian." He said as he flipped through the pages of a big book.
He wore a white button-up shirt, a black jacket to go with it and a monocle as he examined the book in front of him.
His cane, hat and overcoat hung on a nearby stand, looking around the whole room had exquisite things.
From all kinds of armor and weapons, to all kinds of clothes and books. It was the Imperial Audit Office for a reason.
Cassian looked around as if he would find the answer he wanted among the countless books in the bookshelf and in the ones stacked up to make a tower on the ground.
"You won't find anything about your question in any of the books here, Cassian." Edmund said and looked at Cassian.
"That's a bummer. I was hoping to sneak away a book or two if anything did contain what I wanted to know." Cassian replied with a defeated look on his face.
Edmund looked unamused at him before speaking again, "so, transmigration. It's a weird concept mirroring reincarnation. While reincarnation is rebirth, transmigration is possessing someone's body." Edmund stopped and took a sip of water.
"So, are there any known transmigrators? Is there theoretically a way possible for a transmigrator to return?" Cassian questioned.
The sun had started to set as Edmund looked at Cassian trying to discern something but despite the somewhat desperation he could not read through him.
"As far as I know, there is no way for a transmigrator to return unless the world rules bend for them once again and allow them to return." Edmund replied and got up from his chair.
Cassian followed the man to their kitchen, where he made two cups of coffee and walked around the building with Cassian.
"So, Cassian, the reason I called you here to answer you was something else. I've never seen a student so into History from the first lecture, so I would like you to join us at The Imperial Historical Audit Office as a trainee initially."
This would be a great opportunity for Cassian to find historical texts related to Gods and whatnot.
Despite being the author, he left plot holes and half-assed things which led to his current condition where he lacked information at times. It was the sole reason he hired Julian Crowe for investigations.
"When do I start then, Professor?" Cassian asked.
"Next week, you have the Tactical War Table trials ahead of you, perform well there first."
Both men went their separate ways as Edmund entered Brannoc's room.
"Captain, I found some interesting things about his relationship with a certain someone." Brannoc said and went back to meditating.
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It was night, the moonlight illuminated the rather dark and grim world left behind by the sun. Cassian sat on his chair and looked at the scattered papers in front of him.
Suddenly his hand glowed and a red circle formed on it and glowed, it was time for a meeting.
To go among the same villains who would kill him in two weeks was a suicide mission but it was not like Cassian had a choice.
He got up from the chair and moved to his wardrobe. He took out a black longcoat, a black jacket and a white button-up shirt with black pants and packed them all in a bigger bag.
After an hour he arrived at his safehouse, as soon as he was inside his clothes went flying as he adjusted himself and wore the clothes he had brought.
After that he ran his finger through his head and suddenly his hair length increased then the color shifted to a white color. After that he touched his eyes and they took a red color.
Finally it was time for his own body, he touched his chest and with a few crunch sounds his muscle density increased and his height got slightly increased as well.
Editing oneself on a molecular level was an insane ability he got after transmigration.
Cassian got ready and left all alone in the darkness of the night to meet with dangerous people. But he was going to be fine since no one knows his real identity.