4 Memory and Messege

Hitler was upset with the mechanical voice Ding sounding system. It surprisingly kept quiet after his yell.

At the castle in the south of Border Town, he ordered his guards to deny entry to the anxious Assistant Minister so that he himself could finally catch a brief respite.

As a person who had usually spent the last 80 years in Hell, he felt refreshed after speaking in front of such an audience. Using his newly-gained memories, Hitler located his bedroom and then sat on the bed for a long rest to get his thoughts together. At the moment, the most important matter was to clarify his situation.

"Why am I here? Why did I appear in Roland's body? Why is the prince not residing comfortably in King's City, but instead sent to this desolate land?"

The answer popped up spontaneously and left him a bit flabbergasted.

Roland Wimbledon was sent here to contend for the throne.

It all started when the King of Graycastle, Wimbledon III, quizzically proclaimed, "The heirship of this kingdom will not be based on age, but instead, the capability to govern." He then dispatched his grown-up sons and daughters to govern different territories, and after five years, he would decide his successor based on their level of governance.

Damn all Fathers. Hitlers hated his biological father and now he hated this Wimbledon as well. He wishes his siblings died prematurely like his 4 Earth siblings. His siblings' death gave him a chosen by God feeling that boosted his confidence at that time. Now he had to compete with them in unfair conditions.

Who could guarantee that each of the five children faced the same initial conditions? According to his new knowledge, the Second Prince was given a much better territory than Border Town. In fact, among the five of them, none had a place as bad as Border Town, and thus he had a huge disadvantage.

But why him, the Fuehrer, the leader that governed devastated Germany had to fear. Hitler felt like he was in a similar situation as he was after WW1. Germany was weak and he had to unite and build it up to take revenge.

Furthermore, he wondered how the level of governance would be assessed. By population? Military power? Economic standing? Wimbledon III, that idiotic bastard, did not mention his criteria, nor did he put the slightest restriction on their methods of competition.

'Truly incompetent.' In case someone secretly assassinated the other candidates, what would he do? Would the queen stand by and watch as her children kill one another? "Wait…" He carefully recalled another memory. "That's right, another piece of bad news is that the Queen died five years ago."

Hitler sighed. Even though he considers himself to be stonehearted, he could not help feeling sad at the news of his apparent mother's death. His mother was one of the very people he loved and cared during his life filled with bloodshed.

This was obviously a barbaric and dark time during the feudal era similar to the Word War driven 1900s. The way that people wanted to kill witches recklessly was enough to give him a few hints. Yet, even if he did not attain heirship, he would forever be a blood prince of Graycastle and would be the Lord of a Realm for as long as he lived.

Hitler suppressed his chaotic thoughts and walked up to his bedroom mirror. The man looking back at him in the mirror had light gray hair, which was the royal family's most distinctive feature.

"Not blonde hair. Fuck it. Why don't they give me a Superior 'Aryan' body?"

***Ding: H...***

"SHUT UP" Hitler yelled.

Although his facial features were regular, his face lacked a proper shape and seemed devoid of royal disposition. His pale face gave away his lack of physical exercise. He recalled from his new memories that he did not indulge much in wine or women. He did have several sexual relationships while in King's City, and all of them were consensual. He had never forced anyone into an affair with him.

He wanted to discover a probable reason for his situation.

"Hey stupid system, explain why I am here?" Hitler asked in his mind.

***Ding: Request granted. Giving access to restricted memory and Demon Lord's message.***

Hitler felt like his vision blackened. His surroundings changed to fiery hell flames with blackish red color and unbearable heat invaded him again. He shuddered as he realized he was back in hell.

While he was engaged in the message he did not hear the system's low sound smirk.

***Inaudible -Ding: Dare to shout at me...I will make you suffer...kukukuuu***