I was wondering what the man in front of me was talking about, and whether the Reincarnation Privilege Translation was faulty, when the man began to mutter to himself.
“It’s hard to find a Legitimate Heir like this…
The consort is Pregnant, but there’s no guarantee it will be a son…” His tone was gentle, but the words coming out of his mouth were merely judging my worth.
The man gently stroked the corners of my eyes, looking troubled.
“I’ll have to watch…
You must overcome it, even if it’s painful.
I don’t have much time left.” The man looked at me with worried eyes, then gently laid me down and left the room.
I was left alone in the dark room, and the door closed, leaving only the sight of the backs of knights and mages visible through the Gap.
I remained dazed for a long while.
Barely grabbing hold of my runaway mind, I began to assess the current situation.
‘That man is definitely the Emperor, spouting all those difficult words and coming in and out of my room, the Imperial Prince’s room, without hesitation.
It’s almost certain…’ His lavish clothes, and the same eye and hair Color as the Future Crown Prince.
‘Seeing as he said ‘consort,’ he has at least two wives, but I don’t know the maximum number.’ ‘The Emperor seemed to understand my pain.
But to say he doesn’t have much time left, does he have an incurable disease?
Are these Toxic Substances the cause?’ ‘Then am I also terminal…?’ Hearing the Emperor’s words on top of my exhausted body, fatigue washed over me.
I tried to think it over, but the situation was so incredibly unfair that a complaint about the world just popped out.
I mean, did I leave a 5,700-character Reincarnation Formula in a Game review, or get hit by a Reincarnation Truck with a Dimensional Travel Magic Circle drawn on it?
I didn’t even voice any complaints, yet just like in my Past Life where I received a Terminal Diagnosis, I’d indirectly received one again.
‘If you were going to send me somewhere, why not a world where I’m healthy, worry-free, and rich…
I do seem rich, though…
Anyway, why send me to a world like this only to make me so anxious just hours after I opened my eyes?’ And an Imperial Prince at that, an Imperial Prince who is, with high probability, that Final Boss.
As I punched and tore at the blanket in sorrow, the Mana particles flinched and moved away.
At this point, I don’t even know if that’s Mana.
To a mere User who only knows that the Imperial House has a secret, I can’t even tell if that’s some Spiritual Something that only the Emperor’s Bloodline can see.
‘I should have read the story properly if I’d known this would happen.’ I deeply resented myself for having spammed the skip button on the story parts in the past because reading made me tired.
‘It wasn’t even that long, why didn’t you read it, you Fool…’ My Self-Reproach in this shitty situation was brief.
I kindled my will with the thought that I could never live like this.
‘Right, I can’t just be sickly and accept death after getting a terminal diagnosis like in my Past Life!’ ‘I’m going to live a long, long life!’ “Waaaaaaaah!!!!
(Fuuuuuuuuuck!!!!)” The door suddenly burst open, and mages rushed in.
“Deploy the Magic Circle!
We’ll check his condition first!” …I think I let out too strong a cry.
*** After a chaotic dawn with the Empress and mages rushing in amidst my crying, morning came.
Feeling sorry for the Empress who had rushed over, I gave her an awkward smile, and she held me tight, comforting me that it was okay.
Seeing so many people swarm in just because I let out one Kiai, I felt like I’d be able to live for quite a while.
‘No, it’s normal for a baby to cry, but when they rush in horrified like this, it makes me feel awkward and embarrassed…’ And so, in the room bright with morning light, there were only the expressionless servants and me.
If I cried again, they would move swiftly to take care of me.
‘But aren’t they standing a little too far away?’ Come to think of it, there was no one right next to me to take charge of my entire infancy.
‘Isn’t a wet nurse or a high-ranking maid supposed to be taking care of me?’ But the maids were just checking my complexion from afar, keeping their distance.
I figured they were probably in the middle of selecting someone and turned my thoughts elsewhere.
‘What I can do right now is…’ Mocking yesterday’s resolve, all I could do right now was babbling, crying out loud, flailing my arms, and eating and shitting.
I knew the feeling of steeling your resolve for the new year, only to not even dare to try when the time comes.
Even if I wanted to do something, my body was in a state of complete dissatisfaction, so it felt hopeless.
I was just thinking I should just kill time and wait for my body to grow a bit.
‘Come to think of it, this is a world Inside the Game, right?
Then, could it be…?’ A thought flashed through my mind.
The Status Window, an indispensable part of the Reincarnation, Regression, Transmigration Subculture, that displays my growth like a Hologram from a High-Performance AI!