One fate, two souls.

Casimir wakes up as Misham, in an unrecognizable, foreign world. Where science is magic and instead of the moon, exists a giant black sphere. The unfamiliarity means little to Casimir when he is revered as a hero. Drowning in fame, love, honor and money, Casimir desperately wishes he never wakes up from this dream.

Alas, such wishes are nothing but insignificant in front of the inevitable. Casimir wakes up as himself again, and the nightmare repeats. Till Wednesday arrives and Casimir is again allowed to live through that paradise.

Finding new hope, Casimir then lives his days to the fullest, doing whatever he wants. On Wednesdays, he gets transported to the other world as Misham.

However,

12th August, 354th Selenic year.

Wednesday,

1.00 am.

Tick tick tick tick.

Minutes go by.

On this lovely night, Casimir Galitzine kills himself.

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15th July, 353rd Selenic year.

Wednesday,

11.57pm.

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"Your grace, I believe young lord Casimir is of marriageable age, don't you think?"

'Fuck.' This is why I was against attending.

This oily bastard thinks he can run his mouth however he wants just because Valeri was officially named heir today.

"Hm, Casimir, What age are you turning this year?", asked Duke Galitzine.

'...Of course he doesn't even stop to reconsider that suggestion.'

"19, Your grace." Fuck all of this, I wish a hurricane would come right this moment and wipe all these old men off the face of this land.

Just as I was busy muttering profanities in my head, I heard my father say, "You are absolutely correct, Count Reinboldt. Perhaps only a strict wife can better this lazy son of mine."

"Hahaha! Your grace, now don't be too hard on the young lord. He has at least something going for himself, albeit that be his looks."

Pfft.

'..I really hate banquets.'

"Well, You have Verina to thank for that."

"Hahaha! Indeed, Her grace truly is one of the most beautiful ladies in the land."

I was already condemned because the old men preferred Valeri as the heir to the Duchy. But now that he's been officially named heir, they've even dropped the little respect they pretended to address me with.

"Well then, Count Reinboldt, I'll trust you to find a suitable partner for my eldest son."

"Why yes, of course, Your grace! In fact, I already have someone in mind."

"Oh? Do share the name of that maiden."

"I personally find young lady Aria of the Walten Viscounty quite the stunning match for young lord Casimir."

What..? Wasn't this too blatant of a disrespect? Aria Walten was infamous for being a coquette. He's saying, me and that girl are a perfect match?

"You have quite the eye, Count. I also believe she would be a good fit for elder brother Casimir."

Oh.

Of course, you would never let go of a chance to publicly humiliate me, Valeri.

Ha...I wish the world would just end.

Right when i opened my mouth to retaliate—

"Your grace!" A young soldier came running from the outside.

Alarmed, father asked, "What is the matter?"

"Th, The Eye of Theia has opened!"

"...What?"

That day, my wish came true.

The world really was coming to an end.