The long corridor of the Karla Palace leading to Prince Lloydâs chambers.
The soldiers surrounding Prince Alford were shouting at the top of their lungs.
âCapture the traitor!â
The prince, looking around, retorted in kind.
âHow dare you call me a traitor! I am the true king of this kingdom!â
Swords and spears clashed soon after. The clamor of metal rang loudly as the battle ensued.
Bang! Bang!
Prince Alford shouted once more toward the soldiers surrounding him.
âStep aside! All I want is that weakling Lloyd!â
Sir Zeliard, the captain of the Karla palace guards, hardened his expression.
Despite the atmosphere, the battle itself wasnât particularly violent. They were merely threatening each other from a distance where no fatal injuries would occur.
âIt seems like he has no intention of actually harming the soldiers.â
This wasnât typical of Alford, but it wasnât particularly strange.
After all, if it were the usual Prince Alford, he wouldnât be committing such insane acts in the first place.
Thereâs no reason to be puzzled by a madman acting out of character, is there?
The problem was that this situation made it hard for Zeliard and his men to respond forcefully.
No matter how hostile the relationship, their opponent was still a prince.
They couldnât push with the intent to kill.
Doing so would lead to grave consequences.
âWeâll have to subdue him by causing just enough injuriesâ¦â
But they couldnât inflict injuries as they wished.
Even though Zeliard was the captain of the royal guard, hurting a prince would require an excuse.
An excuse that the prince had been so reckless that subduing him without spilling blood was impossible.
But for some reason, Prince Alford was acting more restrained.
âStep aside! I donât want any bloodshed! In the end, youâll all be mine anyway!â
From Zeliardâs perspective, it was almost absurd.
Since when did the prince start caring about the safety of soldiers?
But since Alford was acting that way, they too had to subdue him without injuries.
âPrince Alford seems to be greatly confused! Capture him safely!â
Following the captainâs orders, the soldiers continued to press the prince.
Yet, the situation didnât improve.
The princeâs skill was better than expected. He was skillfully moving in and out of range, controlling the distance with precision, displaying an unexpectedly high level of expertise.
Even Zeliard, a seasoned first-class knight, found himself impressed.
âWas Prince Alfordâs swordsmanship always this good?â
It wasnât just Zeliard who was amazed. The soul inside Alford, which belonged to Lloyd, was equally impressed.
âThis body is incredible. It moves so well.â
Thinking about giving up such an amazing body and returning to his own left him feeling rather glum.
But he quickly snapped back to focus.
âNo matter how great this body is, I canât stay in it and die in less than half a year!â
While he continued to stall for time, he glanced down the hallway. The appointed time was approaching.
âNot yet?â
Just then, a white flash of light suddenly pierced through the corridor, exploding between the prince and the soldiers.
KABOOM!
It was a powerful burst of magic.
Zeliard flinched in surprise and turned toward the direction the light had come from.
âWhat was that? Reinforcements for the prince?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
They were indeed reinforcements for a prince, but not for Alford.
âSir Zeliard!â
Three men and women were running down the hallway from the opposite end.
A knight with a sturdy build, a red-haired beauty, and a young black-haired mage.
âWho are you?â
âWe are the Kingâs Order, sent by Prince Lloyd! My name is Karnak!â
As they joined the encirclement, Karnak quickly handed Zeliard a piece of paper.
Taking it, he saw that it was a personal letter from Prince Lloyd, verifying Karnak and his companionsâ identities.
As the captain of the Karla palace guards, Zeliard was familiar with the princeâs handwriting. It was undoubtedly authentic.
âI see. So the prince had something else in mind?â
âThen, we will subdue Prince Alford.â
Zeliard immediately stepped aside.
He had been unsure of what to do, and now that someone else appeared to take responsibility, there was no reason to refuse.
âRemember, you must not shed any blood carelessly!â
âI understand. Dame Serati!â
âYes.â
At Karnakâs words, the red-haired beauty, sword in hand, stepped forward.
She lightly flicked her hand.
Bzzzz!
A red glow flowed along the blade, radiating a brilliant light.
The soldiers murmured in awe.
âOhh!â
âAn aura user!â
Serati lightly leaped forward.
In an instant, there were flashes of sword light, and soon enough, âPrince Alfordâ let out a groan and collapsed to his knees.
âUgh! Guh!â
Considering the commotion, it ended rather anticlimactically, but no one found it strange.
It was the expected result.
No matter how skilled Prince Alford might be, he was no match for an aura user.
Karnak pointed a finger at the fallen prince.
âThen I will subdue him. Hold Person.â
Ropes of light tightly coiled around Alfordâs body.
âUrgh! How dare you do this to me!â
The prince struggled, but he couldnât do anything.
Watching him bound, Zeliard let out a sigh of relief.
âPhew, that was close. But whatâs going on all of a sudden?â
***
Once the commotion had settled, Prince Lloyd returned to his chambers after taking refuge.
âWell thenâ¦â
More accurately, it was Alford, in Prince Lloydâs body, who returned.
âSo, Alford caused a disturbance, got caught, and is now imprisoned in the palace dungeon, is that it?â
In response to his question, the head maid replied respectfully.
âYes. Lord Karnak is overseeing the situation.â
Alford was bewildered.
âKarnak? Who the hell is that?â
However, he couldnât outright ask. From the way the head maid spoke, it was obvious that Lloyd should know, so he couldnât pretend ignorance.
âNo, thatâs not the problem right now.â
Realizing his mistake, Alford hurriedly asked, âWhat about tonightâs appointment?â
The head maid replied as if it was obvious.
âIt has been canceled. Your safety is the top priority.â
They couldnât take any action without first understanding what âPrince Alfordâ was planning.
It was a sensible and correct response.
At least, it was for those loyal to âPrince Lloyd.â
But for Alford, who was inside, the situation was utterly maddening.
âWhat the hell is going on?â
But there was nothing he could do with Lloydâs frail body. He could only sit half-confined in the chamber, idly sitting on the bed.
Time passed like that.
Since they couldnât let the noble prince go hungry, a maid brought his dinner to the chamber.
Alford ground his teeth as he looked at the meal.
âDamn it! I thought this tasteless food would be my last!â
The meal was made from healthy ingredients and prepared neatly, or so they said.
The problem was that the meal completely disregarded any concept of âpleasure for the palate.â
It was utterly tasteless. Even the food served to noble pets might have been better.
âIf things had gone according to plan, I would have been dining with the king by now.â
As he grumbled, Alfordâs expression suddenly changed.
ââ¦Dinner?â
Dinner is eaten in the evening. Meaning, it was currently evening.
And evening typically refers to the time after the sun has set.
âWait a minute! Does that meanâ¦?â
In a panic, Alford rushed to the window. He looked out and saw a shining full moon in the distant sky.
âThe light of the full moonâ¦â
In that instant, everything before his eyes shifted.
***
Alford blinked.
ââ¦What?â
It was an odd feeling.
His body felt incredibly comfortable, yet simultaneously uncomfortable.
A strange mixture of awkwardness and familiarity washed over him.
It didnât take long to realize why.
He was tied up, hands and feet bound, lying on a cold stone floor. Naturally, that would feel awkward and uncomfortable.
And yet, the reason it felt comfortable and familiar?
âThis is my body!â
In a hurry, Alford stood up. He looked around.
Gray stone walls surrounded him, and in front of him was a thick iron cell door.
It was the palace dungeon.
âWhy am I here?â
No, it made perfect sense.
They had locked him up because âPrince Alfordâ had gone on a rampage.
âLloyd, you bastard!â
It wasnât hard to guess what had happened. After all, it was Alfordâs own plan that had been executed.
âIâve been tricked!â
Just then, he sensed someone approaching beyond the iron bars.
âWelcome back, Prince Alford.â
A young man in a mageâs robe, accompanied by a man and a woman who appeared to be knights, stood outside the cell.
Alford glared at him and asked, âWho are you?â
The young man responded with an odd question of his own, âYou donât know me, do you?â
For a moment, Alford was speechless.
âOf course, I asked because I donât know. Why would I ask if I already knew?â
However, Alford couldnât bring himself to mock the young man. A strange, ominous feeling crept up his spine.
The young man approached him, raising a finger. A sharp needle of light began to form at his fingertip.
With a gentle smile, the young manâs gaze shifted toward Alfordâs head.
âYouâll continue not knowing in the future.â
***
Four days after Prince Alfordâs incomprehensible rampage.
Karnak and his companions were in the library of the Karla Palace, facing a young man.
He had pale skin, light gray hair, eyes tinged with a hint of gold in their blue, and a delicate face. He almost looked like a teenage girl, but in reality, he was Lloyd, the first prince of the Kingdom of Yustil, now 20 years old.
The situation had been mostly resolved, allowing them to finally meet outsiders again.
Baros, observing Lloyd, who had regained his own body, wore an awkward expression.
âShould I say⦠nice to meet you for the first time?â
Lloyd chuckled and responded, âIt is indeed a strange situation.â
They had known each other for several days now, and from Lloydâs perspective, he had even entrusted his life to them. However, this was the first time they were meeting face-to-face in his real body.
âAllow me to introduce myself once again.â
Lloyd stood and formally expressed his gratitude.
âI offer my sincere thanks. Without your help, I canât imagine how much worse the situation might have become.â
Following etiquette, Karnak humbly replied, âWe only did what was expected of nobles.â
Lloyd, regretful, continued, âWhat saddens me is that I cannot properly reward your efforts. Youâve saved not only my life but also my fatherâs and, in essence, this entire kingdom.â
The fact that Lloyd and Alford had switched bodies had not been made public.
It was a monumental incident, and the potential consequences were too significant to act recklessly.
As a result, the contributions of Karnak and his group were largely downplayed. In reality, they had supported Lloyd both physically and emotionally, but since this was a closely guarded secret, their official credit was limited to simply subduing the rampaging Alford.
âPlease, think nothing of it.â
Unlike the regretful Lloyd, Karnak remained composed.
âIâm simply content with having dealt with the heretic cultists, Your Highness.â
He was sincere.
From the beginning, they had gotten involved to capture a high-ranking cultist, and they had achieved that goal.
Since they had accomplished what they set out to do, Karnak had no real interest in rewards.
True sincerity always gets through.
âHe really is a man without greed.â
There would be many future conflicts with the Cult of the Dark God. Those who had extended their reach even to a prince of the kingdom wouldnât back down easily.
âI canât let such talent be wasted. Iâll need to discuss this with Commander Erantel later.â
While the prince was deep in thought, Baros suddenly asked, âWhat will happen to Prince Alford now?â
âItâs classified information, but I suppose itâs something you should know,â Lloyd replied after a brief moment of contemplation, having made up his mind to share.
âAlford committed suicide. He hanged himself. It happened last night.â
Then, with a hardened expression, he continued in a low voice, âTo be more accurate, he was made to commit suicide.â
A prince of the kingdom dying by suicide in prison would never be dismissed with a simple burial. Naturally, a large number of clerics were involved in the investigation to understand what had happened.
And thatâs when they discovered it.
The subtle traces of the Darkness of Doom, carefully hidden.
âLord Karnak, you were right.â
Lloyd sighed, shaking his head in dismay.
âNecromancers truly have an exceptional talent for making people kill themselves.â