I Became the Half-Crippled Young Master of the Ducal Family

“Van... I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” “Bestia. This, too, is the will of the goddess.” I was betrayed and killed by the archmage of the Hero’s party—my childhood friend. I thought that would be the end of everything... But when I opened my eyes, a hundred years had passed, and I had been reincarnated as the youngest son of the Winterbell Ducal Family, known as the strongest on the continent. “My legs... won’t move?” There was one peculiar thing— I had been reborn as a half-crippled who couldn’t even walk on his own. A second chance given to me once more. Though I was born a disabled young master abandoned by his family, I wasn’t afraid of anything. “I will become the head of the family.” Because I was used to leading from the front.