WHAT HANNA QUINZEL LACKED

NERO clicked his tongue when he realized that he was, in fact, in another dimension.

But this time, it wasn't only his consciousness that was summoned to the throne room– even his physical body was there.

He was sitting on the throne that resembled the throne room in the real world.

[Why am I here?]

"Are you finally awake, Prince Nero?"

"Who gave you the right to call me by name? It's 'Your Imperial Highness' to you," Nero said, scoffing at the woman who appeared before him. "Are you Larissa?"

The silhouette of the woman that he saw earlier was standing in front of him now as if it were a real person.

It was a middle-aged woman who looked elegant despite wearing a simple white dress.

"Please accept my late greetings, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince," Larissa said, bowing politely towards Nero. "I am Larissa, the Goddess of Fertility."