Chapter 2

Prince Roel had been attacked by masked men and was killed by a sword to the stomach.

Or so he thought… the Butler John , ran as fast as he could with his movement skill to find Prince Roel. When he found the boy, the place was littered with dead bodies that were missing their upper torsos. Only one of the masked men's bodies was intact, but he had been killed with a dagger to his head.

'It's the dagger I gave to him.'

It was what John had given to Prince Roel on his 10th birthday. He didn't teach him a single dagger skill since he was made to swear an oath to not teach any Swordsman to the boy until Crown Prince Succession fight start, so it was astonishing that the Prince had killed even one man.

"Oh… Prince!"

John then found the Prince slumped down on the ground. The ground was drenched with blood, hinting of doom.

'Please…!'

If the Prince to die here, he wouldn't be able to find the right words to apologize to the boy's mother. However, something was weird.

"…Huh?"

He heard the boy's breathing. From the looks of his clothing, it was certain that the Prince had been struck with a sword to his stomach, but his breathing seemed to be normal. John went up to him and picked up the clothes.

"Huh? There are no wounds."

Prince Roel stomach was clean of any wounds. It was weird since the ground nearby was full of Prince Roel blood.

'What is it? Hmm… did the Lord…? No. The Lord would not meddle with the fight for the throne… but who killed these men and saved the Prince then?'

His mind was full of questions, but none could be answered. John searched the area for a while and soon buried bodies and took up the Prince on his shoulder. He then activated his movement skill to travel toward the Ascart Family castle.

As John hand touched the boy, something in boy's head shocked him and deactivated his unconscious state.

[Self-healing mode paused at 80%. Master, wake up please.]

The boy's eyes opened in shock as he heard

a voice ringing in his head.

'Huh?'

He had to have died from the severe blood loss, but he was alive and someone was carrying him on their shoulder. He looked down and that it was John, his Butler.

"John!"

The boy's face brightened up and the cold mechanical voice came back again.

[Confirmed target to be friendly. Deactivating automatic defensive mechanism. Reactivating self-healing mode.]

"UGH!"

And with it, the severe headache struck the boy's head and he grabbed it with both hands.

"Prince! You're awake. Are you okay?" John smiled and asked excitedly.

"Prince?"

But the boy couldn't stand the headache and fell unconscious again.

It was the next morning when he woke up from his sleep.

"UGH!"

His body was drenched with sweat. He realized that he was sweaty and he wiped his forehead with his palm.

That's when the voice came to his head.

[Master. Are you awake?]

"What?"

The voice repeated itself.

[Master. Are you awake?]

"W-who are you?"

The boy got up from the bed and glanced around, but he soon realized that the voice wasn't coming from outside.

[Master, please calm down.]

'Is it coming from my head?'

[That is correct, Master.]

"What!"

He only thought the word and the voice seemed to have read his mind. The boy became nervous.

'Telepathic message? No… it's not that.'

Telepathy was a skill that highly-trained to Magician used to send messages to others. He had heard one of those types of messages once a long time ago. The message was sent with internal energy, and that made it feel like a wave of energy.

"What! W-who are you?!"

The boy looked up in the air with wide eyes. He thought if one could send a message directly through his head, the one would be very powerful being.

[I am the 12th generation System made by SkyTech to serve as a core to support Master's brain.]

"Wait, what? What are you talking about?"

The boy became pale as what he was being told was beyond his comprehension. The System realized that the user did not understand their words.

"Who are you, and what do you want with me?!"

[I am the 12th generation System.]

"Sys tem?"

[Yes. I am System.]

"A-are you God?"

He was now kneeling on his knees, asking with a shaking voice. The System had understood that the boy had gotten everything completely wrong.