PROLOGUE

"It's time for you to wake up, Your Highness, Prince Indris."

Who is he? I'm not sure who owns that voice. Is that you, Mr. Landlord? Who is that if I'm alone in this apartment? Is he a thief?

But what in the world did they call me? My vision was black as I slowly open my eyes. They had forgotten to pay the bills yet again. Tsk!

*Swish

"Ahh!"

I groan because the light hits my eyes. What the heck?! Is that how they treat the person who loves to sleep more?! No manners!

I adjust my vision so that I can throw a punch at that person. Whoever they are! They gonna taste my warm morning to my fist.

After a few seconds, I frown when I say my apartment become different! 'The hell!'

Neither my residence nor my previous home is this. What the hell is going on in this situation? Despite being outdated, the design is nicely kept. I feel like I'm in the Middle Ages. This is pricey.

Was that made of gold when you noticed the sparkling objects? Who exactly is the room's owner? The scent is really nice, and the blanket is comfortable.

'A dream, perhaps? I'm too old to have dreams like this.'

"Prince Indris, your Highness?"

That voice again! I turned my head and my eyes almost pop out because of the people there. I have a butler. A maid?

Hold on! Yes! This is the dream I must close my eyes again and lay down.

"Your Highness, you must awaken; the ceremony is about to begin, and the Emperor is looking for you."

This is not a nightmare! What in the world is going on here? Why is this occurring now, when I'm thirty years old?

I understand what they're saying. When I opened my eyes again, I saw them waiting for me, and I don't believe I have a choice.

"Aghh!"

I groan once more as a result of the anguish I'm feeling; it's as if a recollection from the past is coming at me all at once. Who the hell is this person? Why did I witness his life? But why does it feel so familiar?

"Are you alright, Prince Indris, your Highness?" inquired the butler.

"Leave," I instructed.

They went, leaving me alone. I can still hear those voices, and my skull feels like it's splitting in half. I take a big breath to relax and relieve the ache. Another relic from my past appears, and this time I recognize it!

The memory I saw was when I read the novel "The Crown," which I read in high school before becoming a librarian.

Did I just die as a result of anxiety, excessive work, as well as lack of sleep? What a heinous death! It's as if I'm in a dream, but it's not! I can't hold it against myself if I die in that manner as a result of what happened in my life.

I'll be alone until I die. I wish Cecilia and Shara a happy life without me. In high school, I had this unrealistic goal of transmigrating or being reborn in the fantasy realm.

I have this new life; perhaps I should try to survive as long as possible. Now I'm in a different universe. But I must know what this body's face looks like. I got to my feet and started looking for a mirror when I spotted a full-body mirror.

The moment I saw the face, I became furious and frustrated. Fucking fate, this! Is it necessary for me to be the first prince?

This lovely boy is lousy at selecting people, which is why he died in backstabbing after becoming Emperor. Even though he performed admirably in his role, he is inept at selecting individuals due to his personality. Stupid prince, you fucking imbecile!

In my world, this face will be an actress, model, or perhaps an idol. But I'm in a world where boys' magic and fantasy reign supreme. I can't be content since I have to replace the prince's allies. Why is the perfect prince so lousy at making decisions?

Because of his innocence, he has the face of an angel; when he grows older, he will be a more attractive creature. I could see the dignity of a king just by looking at him. In an Empire where magic exists, this is the ideal profile for a Prince.

First Prince Indris Laurent Ade Regulus of the Empyrean Empire, the continent's greatest, most powerful, wealthiest, and number one empire. Let us survive until the end of this dreadful world.