❁ Three ❁

Malachi's Point of View

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I am covered in horse shit. Literally.

When I opened my eyes after the spell took action, I found myself covered in horse's shit and laying down on a dirty stable. If I remember it right, father once told that all I should know about my time living as a mortal was that I was a Royal Prince. But now I'm confused. How is a Prince in such a despicable situation?

As I can't remember yet, I believe it'll take me sometime to regain the memories of this body. However, what surprised me the most, in a bad way, was that when I tried to channel my QI and Yang energy, I found absolutely no cultivation. Which bring me to the second question… How in the nine circles of hell, I, the Heir of the Immortal Land of Garnet, have zero to none QI channeled and cultivated in my body?

Did my parents take my memories of my 25 years in here to save me from embarrassment, instead of 'to cleanse my soul from mortality' as they used to tell me? Because if I had memories of this madness, I would, one hundred percent, die of embarrassment and disgust. What a shame. What a waste of my years. What a disgrace I was as a mortal.

How did I even get myself covered in shit like this? Disgusting shit (literally). I've never seen myself in such a disgusting situation before.

I think my nostrils are about to bleed with this nauseating smell. It's everywhere. Gods have mercy, my hair is thick with the horse's shit. I'll back on whoever did this to me, I'll fucking get back on them, no matter who is it. If someone got me in this humiliating situation, I'll destroy their entire life.

And to top my misery, this body of mine is weak physically. Ugh, I'll have to work my ass off to regain my lively figure. My beloved body in which I worked thousands of years to hone and sculpt. Mia be cursed, if she hadn't gone off the deep end, I wouldn't need to be here now… and covered in shit. Fuck, I want to cry of disgust.

The mighty me… deep in shit. Literally deep in shit. If the old Mia were to see me like this, she would torment for eternity with it.

"Your Highness!" A male mortal cried out, and came to me as I was taking the excessive amount of this… substance from my face. My perfect impeccable face now all dirty and immaculate with shit. "My Prince, I've told you to stay away from the Crowned and the 3rd Prince," the mortal cried getting closer. "They discard your kindness because of their hatred and jealousy, and always mistreat you. When will you learn?"

I scoffed viciously. And to top it all… I'm a PUSHOVER? "You," I glared at the dark skinned considerably tall guy, with chestnut curly hair and light brown eyes, "what is your name?"

He gasped, "Oh, no! You hit your head, my Prince?"

Well, let's go with that. "Yes. My head indeed hurts. So, spill it. Who are you? What's your name? What's our relationship? Who am I exactly? What's my name? How old am I? Where am I? Who did this to me? And why are you calling me a Prince?" I know I'm a Prince, but I need to know my rank and where I stand. This is the best way. "Help me stand up first, this body of mine is weak!"

I swear he seemed like he was about to cry. Maybe it's because of this disgraceful smell of shit. "Ah, my Prince. Look where kindness got you," he cursed under his breath. "I'm Josef Regner, your aide since you arrived in the Aschauer Empire, four years ago." He held me by my arms and didn't seem to care about what he was touching, to my surprise. Seems like he's either a tough one, or… I've been in this situation before.

"Where am I from?"

"You are the Fifth Prince of the Bathelt Kingdom," 5th Prince? Ugh.

From a only child and Crowned Prince to a 5th Prince of a… Mortal Kingdom. What a terrible past I have. I'm glad my parents took all of these memories away, or I would definitely come back here as an immortal to massacre all these people. They've always been wise. "And my name?"

His frown deepened, "Nico Malachi Hochmair-Gredler."

Hm, it's a good name, at least. Thankfully, it seems like they kept my first name as my middle name in here. Feels more like myself. And well, this mortal surname isn't bad either, though mine is way better, of course.

Then Josef began to answer all of my previous questions. "You are 19 years old," good, I'm exactly at the age I intend. But it's dreadful to think that I spent 19 years doing absolutely nothing and with no cultivation. "You have been sent to the Empire as a peace offer, after the Bathelt Kingdom began to lose the 7th Great War against the Empire and they decided to ally to the Empire instead. Thus, you've been living in Imperial Capital since you were 15 years old, since then you've been staying on the 8th Castle of the Palace, the residence of the Mother Empress, the Emperor's mother and Late Empress of the Empire."

"Why do I live with this grandma?" And why do these people treat me like shit? "Am I a hostage or something?" I crunched my nose in disgust.

He shook his head, "No, my Prince, you're not a hostage. Again, your Kingdom is allied to the Empire and you were only sent here to concretize the peace between the two territories. You live in the Mother Empress's castle because she has a soft spot for you and for your wife. She's also the best member of this damned Imperial family."

Wait. I'm… married? Me? I'm married? I've been married as a mortal? What the hell? To think I've graced a mere female mortal with my magnanimous presence. That also means we… oh Gods. I haven't even done anything with any immortal in all of my existence, besides flirting. Not a kiss, and definitely nothing beyond that. To think I was married to a mortal. She must be blessed by the Gods to be granted such a unique opportunity of having me as her husband.

"I'm married?"

A nod, "You've been married to the Fifth Princess of the Teyer Kingdom, who's your age and in the same situation as you, my Prince. She's also come here to solidify the peace and alliance between the Empire and her Kingdom. And you've been married for two years now!"

Well, at least she's a Princess. And two years? That's a lot. Gods, I'll be dead with embarrassment when I regain the memories of all we did in those two years. "Is this girl gorgeous?" It'll be a pity if she's not. "We didn't have any children, have we?" That would be a disaster.

"No heirs. And with all due respect, my Prince, she is a beauty!"

I'm kind of skeptical, as I do not know what Josef consider a beauty, but at least, she is not physically displeasing. If I'm to be married, she needs to be gorgeous, though I doubt she'll top the beauty of that girl. No one ever has, in the immortal realms, been more gorgeous than her. Which again, is a waste of beauty, given how she'll end up becoming a monster and destroying my people… beheading my parents.

Clenching my fists and jaw, I did my best to control my anger and grief, not to throw it on him, as he is an innocent. "Good. What else?"

He seemed uncomfortable, "Regarding who did this to you, Fifth Prince, it was the Imperial Crowned Prince Dmitry. He hates you and is jealous, that's why he always messes with you in this way, Your Highness. Today it was solely his fault, but normally he's not alone, as the 3rd Royal Prince Emmett also hates you."

Hah… why did it have to be the sons of the Emperor? What a mess this mortal life is. How can they be jealous of… this life of mine? Do they have no standards at all? "And why is it that they don't like me?"

Josef avoided my eyes, "They both were interested in your wife. To be honest, you two getting engaged was an accident. The Fifth Princess had the interest of both the Crowned Prince and the 3rd Prince, while you, had caught the eye of the 2nd Princess." Oh? These bastards not only have the audacity of bullying me, as they also covet my wife?

"What happened?" I glared at him.

"Two years ago, on the anniversary of the Mother Empress, both you and the Princess were found drunk and…" he turned bright red, "naked in bed, after seemingly copulating." Did he just say copulating?

I choked on my saliva, "In public?"

"In one of the spare chambers of the Mother Empress's castle. Both your families were present, thus, given the fact that you deflowered her and took her virginity away, the Swatosch Royals made you two marry. Given that it happened on such a important event, the Emperor and the Empress had no choice but to accept it and marry you two. A week after that, your marriage happened." Oh, my Gods, how embarrassing. We deflowered each other while drunk, single, and in a Imperial event. I can't believe this.