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Weakest Prince

A person from modern Earth has been transmigrated into a world where magic, powerful knights, and all kinds of other things exist, taking on the role of a prince. At first, he is glad to be in the body of a prince, but he quickly realizes that he is actually the weakest and most condemned among all the princes. As he worries about this, his system arrives. The first novel I published. (The story starts off slow-paced, but I'll try my best to pick up the pace as it goes on.") Note: His system is a 'Simp' system, so he had to act simp to gain a simp points to increase his stats. Cover photo isn't mine

notoverlydone · ファンタジー
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40 Chs

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"Alright, since everyone's here, let's pray to the God of Lucia for the food He has provided us," King Eclessias said in a majestic tone.

"God of Lucia?" Mathias tried to remember before sweating coldly.

From what Mathias remembered, the God of Lucia was named Luci Fer, the God of the Underworld.

Mathias felt a chill in his spine when he remembered this from the predecessor's memories.

If King Eclessias hadn't mentioned it, Mathias might have forgotten and simply farm simp points from females.

The name Luci Fer was obviously that of a fallen angel, and being the God of the underworld only made it more unsettling.

Mathias was shocked to find out that his new family was unexpectedly praying to an evil deity.

Although he wasn't completely sure, Mathias still felt creeped out.

Mathias was dazed for a while when someone elbowed him on his left side.

He looked to the side and saw it was Princess Stacy, a beautiful girl who was fifteen years old.

Her silver hair and eyes, unique to the royal family, stood out.

She was more beautiful than Isabella and seemed more developed as well.

She was looking at him with a frown.

"A beauty!" Mathias thought, simping.

Simp points +0.05.

"What? I gain points just by simping in thought and perverted intent?" Although it was only a small amount of points, it was still points.

"What is it, darling?" Mathias whispered and asked.

Simp points +0.20.

Stacy's beautiful face frowned even more.

How dare this hateful prince unexpectedly call her darling?

But she couldn't explode here in the middle of the praying.

"Pray! Why are you not praying?" Stacy whispered at Mathias and pointed at the King, Queen, and their siblings, who were praying.

They brought their hands together and closed their eyes, silently praying in their minds. Mathias was confused and thought, "I thought they would pray together by holding hands and chanting the prayers loudly?"

Everyone's eyes were closed and they were praying silently, except for Stacy, who had opened her right eye slightly, and Mathias, who was completely oblivious.

It seemed that the memories hadn't fully integrated yet.

"Then why are you not praying?" Mathias silently asked Stacy, who was not praying properly.

"It's because of you! I'm just reminding you!" Stacy whispered in an irritated voice before closing her eyes and praying.

Mathias also pretended to pray, as he didn't want to pray to a potentially evil entity.

This was a scary world where magic and the supernatural existed, and Mathias was becoming more careful and serious about it.

After praying, King Eclessias announced that they could eat.

Mathias tried to act elegantly, which proved to be easy with this body's instinctive reaction.

The Princes and Princesses obeyed, while Mathias felt more and more unfamiliar.

Although they were eating together with his siblings and parents, they were eating quietly and rarely had any conversation at all.

They were eating elegantly and when they talked to each other, they would just whisper for a bit and laugh silently.

The laugh was too fake, and the Princesses always hid their lips or the bottom of their faces with their hands when talking.

Even Stacy acted like this.

Mathias felt that eating alone was much better.

He had thought that he could at least simp with the many Princesses present, but looking at the situation, if he ever tried to talk, everyone's attention would probably focus on him.

While simping in thought may be possible, the requirement was that he needed to act like he was really simping.

If he did so, his actions would quickly be noticed because of the silent atmosphere, and everyone would think of him as a pervert.

Everyone here was more restrained in front of the majestic King...

Sigh! Mathias felt helpless.