Within the palace grounds, there are four castle buildings. The largest one is in the center, the White Castle, a luxurious structure that serves as the hub of royal activities, including regular meetings, parties, and executions. To the north of the White Castle is the Celestia Palace, the King's Palace, which is equally opulent. Only the King and Queen reside in this palace, along with dozens of servants. The administrative offices are also located in the Celestia Palace, so nobles who work in the palace have rooms provided for them.

To the west is the palace specifically for the princesses of the kingdom, whether from the Queen or the King's concubines, known as Palacio de Luna. Although it is the smallest palace, it has direct access to the Celestia Palace. To the east is the palace for the King's concubines, called Velvet Court. This palace also has direct access to the Celestia Palace. To the south is the palace for the princes, whether from the Queen or the concubines, which also serves as the residence of the Crown Prince, known as Orion Castle.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, His Majesty the King requests your presence at the Celestia Palace tonight." Elias was soaking in warm water, needing time to calm his emotions. The conversation between Young Master Erlando and Lady Estelle, his fiancée, had made his blood boil.

'Nobles to support my ascension to the throne? Nonsense! From the moment I was born, I have been the heir to the throne of Aragon. I will lead Aragon!' he fumed internally, his ego deeply wounded by the two of them doubting his ability to inherit the throne.

"You, come here," Elias ordered from the bathroom. The maid who heard this was immediately taken aback and blushed.

'Does His Highness, the Crown Prince, need me for something else?' the maid thought, feeling flustered. King Dixon, his father, was notorious for sleeping with women, even often bedding his personal maids.

The maid tidied her hair before knocking and entering the bathroom. The hot steam mixed with Elias's scent and the aroma of essential oils made her even more nervous. How could she not be? She was just the daughter of a baron fortunate enough to become the personal maid of the Crown Prince and work in the palace. If she managed to bear a child of Aragon's blood, her status could drastically improve.

She saw the Crown Prince's body through the transparent water of the bath. There were several scars adorning his muscular physique. One of his hands rested on the edge of the bathtub, and he looked at her sharply. However, the unfortunate woman misread the emotions of the man standing before her.

"Come closer," he ordered, his voice sounding gentle to the maid's ears. The woman walked slowly toward the Crown Prince, her hands clenching her maid's dress. Once she was right at the edge of the bathtub and beside Elias, he instructed her to come even closer. Silently, the maid began to unbutton the front of her dress from her waist to her chest while moving closer to Elias.

As the maid closed her eyes, Elias noticed her dress was open, revealing her undergarments. His head felt even hotter. Roughly, Elias grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the bathtub's ceramic edge.

"TELL ME, DO I NOT LOOK LIKE THE FUTURE KING OF THIS COUNTRY? HOW DARE YOU TRY TO SEDUCE ME!" Elias shouted. His iris turned brighter than before, and the bathroom's temperature became even hotter.

"S-spare me, Your Highness! Hic!" The maid whimpered in pain, her teeth broken and her mouth bleeding from the hard blow she received against the bathtub. Elias gripped her hair so tightly that the veins in his hand became visible.

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"ANSWER ME! WHO AM I?!" he roared, yanking her hair forcefully so she was directly facing him.

"Y-you are the Crown Prince, Elias de Aragon, t-the rightful h-heir to the throne of Aragon!" she cried out, her tears mixed with her blood dripping onto the bathroom's ceramic floor.

Satisfied with her answer, Elias flung the maid to the floor and rose from the bath. Water cascaded off his form, tracing the contours of his broad, muscular shoulders and dampened hair. His handsome face and powerful physique gave him an ethereal, angelic quality, as if he had stepped out of a celestial realm. No one would guess he had just tortured a poor woman to satisfy his ego.

"Prepare my clothes. I will go to see my father. Make sure your filthy blood doesn't touch my clothes or my room." He walked away, leaving the nearly unconscious maid behind, indifferent to whether she could still hear his orders or not.

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"You! You drove all my customers away!" A woman wearing a long purple robe matching her hair color, with long nails painted black, slammed the table with tarot cards on it. Just her appearance alone made me certain this person was indeed a fortune teller.

What had happened before this was, after I paid that old man to take his place in line, suddenly everyone offered to let me cut in front of them. Of course, they asked for a payment of two gold coins each. I thought they would still wait for their turn to be told their fortune; I didn't expect them to take my gold coins and leave. Now, Rovan and I had to face the anger of this beautiful woman who claimed to be a witch.

'If this were the old me, I would have bowed so deeply, my waist would break, just to apologize.'

I tossed the pouch of remaining gold coins in front of her. Her sour expression instantly changed when she saw the gold gleaming inside the pouch.

"Ahem, ahem, honorable guests! Welcome! Oh, my goodness! Look at this lifeline!" The woman suddenly grabbed my hand, almost making me trip. Her very serious face was only a few inches away from my palm. Her eyes traced every line that I had no idea what they meant. After a few minutes, her expression turned blank. She took the pouch I had placed on the table, tied it neatly, and handed it back to me.

"Go home. This place is closing soon," she said flatly.

"W-wait a minute. What about my fortune?" I protested, handing the pouch back to her.

"I don't take payment if I don't tell fortunes. Thank you, Lady, and take care on your way home." She pushed me out of the tent. Seeing this, Rovan grabbed the witch's arm that was shoving me.

"If you're not skilled in fortune-telling, don't open a fortune-telling business. Why are you forcing us, your customers, out? That's so impolite," Rovan growled. The fortune teller winced, seemingly because Rovan's grip was too strong.

"Rovan," I tried to loosen Rovan's grip on the woman's arm, "forgive us. But we feel we have the right to know why you suddenly acted this way," I continued. She glanced at me and then at Rovan. Rubbing her red wrist, she sighed.

"You are not from this world," the woman said, staring straight into my eyes. My breath caught. The language she spoke sounded very familiar but wasn't the one we were using earlier. I glanced at Rovan, who was looking at the woman oddly.

"What are you talking about?" Rovan asked.

'Rovan doesn't understand what this woman is saying?'

"Go home. Return. This place is not for you. Nothing good will come to you if you decide to stay here." Her words made me very certain that it was the language I used in my world.

What language is that?

Wait.

My world?

Where do I come from? All I know that I was playing a game and now I'm in that game.

But...

What's my real name?

That realization made me aware of one more thing: there was no information bar I could access above the woman's head.