Chapter 1

In the crimson sunset like blood, the frenzied voices of the crowd echoed around. It seemed as if they were eagerly anticipating the execution that was about to begin...

"Why did it come to this?"

"Shut up and keep walking!!"

As the young man appeared, his hands bound with ropes and being dragged by soldiers, the voices grew even louder.

The people in front of him all directed their insults and angry shouts at him.

"Kill him!! Kill him!!"

"Punish the cruel Prince Arthur!!"

"You greedy money-grubber who only treats the nobles!!"

Why did it come to this?

This time, the young man, the second prince of the country, Arthur Pendragon, asked himself.

Was it because he ignored the suffering of the people and used his precious healing abilities only for the nobles?

Was it because he told the people suffering from food shortages to eat cake if they had no bread?

Or was it because he did nothing while the people suffered?

He could see the guillotine being prepared for him. The one giving the orders was his half-brother and the third prince, Mordred.

Mordred was hailed as a hero and called the "Rebellious Prince" for successfully leading the revolution by uniting the people and local nobles against the nobility. But Arthur never understood why.

Why did he do this? He was a member of the royal family. If he had done nothing, he would have had a carefree and happy life.

Yes, when Arthur told him, "You don't understand people's hearts," Mordred's sad expression pierced his heart.

The guillotine was set with a loud thud. It seemed the preparations were finally complete. Then, his ropes were untied, and a special metal chain that sealed his magic was put on him.

At first, he tried to resist, but after being beaten multiple times, his spirit was broken, and he no longer had the energy to struggle.

"Let's go, Prince Arthur."

"Move!!"

The soldier deliberately pulled the chain, causing intense pain in his arm, and he couldn't help but scream. The crowd cheered even louder at the sound.

With that pain, Arthur finally understood. Ah, so being injured or hurt by someone is this painful...

But... no one ever told me, right? Everyone said everything would be fine if I just did what they said.

The nobles told him not to listen to the people. Some nobles said healing magic should only be used for the chosen nobles. Those people were either executed or fled the country to save themselves. No one protected Arthur.

No, there were a few...

He remembered the kind face of the young maid who treated him well even after his execution was decided. He remembered the face of his ex-fiancée who kept giving him advice even though he didn't listen. If only he had been kinder to the maid. If only he had listened to his ex-fiancée. As he thought this, his body was restrained and fixed to the guillotine.

"I hope it doesn't hurt..."

"Hah, suffer as much as you can."

His final whisper was drowned out by the soldier's curses, and with a mechanical thud, blood splattered... Arthur Pendragon's life came to an end.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!!"

A pitiful scream echoed through Arthur's room in the royal castle.

Huh? I can talk...?

He hurriedly checked his neck, but his head was still attached. And, as usual, he felt no pain.

"Haha, it was just a dream, right..."

Laughing to mask his fear, he looked in the mirror and saw his body clad in a luxurious robe made of fine materials, his skin unblemished and beautiful, and the face of a fifteen-year-old boy with golden hair (self-proclaimed) and a clever look.

Wait, fifteen years old...?

Arthur furrowed his brow, feeling something was off about his appearance. He was sure the revolution happened when he was twenty, and he was imprisoned.

He checked his appearance again, but he looked much younger. This was the time when Britain was at its peak, and Arthur wore fine clothes and enjoyed lavish meals. He never thought a revolution would happen.

Was that a dream... that hellish scene...?

"Yes, it was a dream... because I am Arthur Pendragon, the treasure of Britain!! I won't be executed!! Hahaha..."

He tried to convince himself, but something inside him was telling him otherwise. Because Arthur remembered the cold of the prison where he was confined, the pain of being bound and having his magic sealed, and most of all, the hateful eyes of the people who despised him.

"Excuse me, Prince Arthur... I've brought your tea."

"Who is it?!"

Startled by the maid entering while he was remembering the terrifying events, Arthur raised his voice.

"Kyaa!? Hot!!"

The maid, startled, screamed and spilled the teapot, scalding her hand.

"I'm so sorry, Prince Arthur... I'll clean this up and bring you a new tea..."

"Hey, are you okay...?"

As the maid fumbled, Arthur called out to her, and his movement stopped. She had black hair typical of commoners, large, expressive eyes, and a familiar full chest.

Because she was the girl who took care of him until the end in his previous life...

Remembering her kindness in the dream, he couldn't help but approach her.

"Prince Arthur, I'm so sorry... I spilled your tea and dirtied the floor..."

"Never mind that. Show me your hand where the tea spilled. Is it burned?"

She looked at Arthur fearfully, even though it must have hurt, and he took her hand to examine it. It was slightly red and might blister if left untreated.

"Prince Arthur, what are you doing..."

"Don't worry, I'll heal it now."

Despite the maid's trembling, Arthur smiled kindly, and she gasped in surprise.

"Prince Arthur!! No, you can't use that power... It's a special ability only for the chosen ones!!"

"Can't I? Because it hurts. Pain is terrible. I'll heal you."

Ignoring the maid's protests, he used his healing magic, and her wound healed instantly. This was Arthur's ability, the reason he was valued by the nobles.

"That's good... It doesn't seem to be a problem. Are you... okay?"

He confirmed that the swelling had gone down and sighed in relief. When he smiled and touched her hand, she blushed.

"No... it's nothing. I'll clean up the broom!!"

Without waiting for a response, she ran out. Ah, there were so many things he wanted to talk to her about...

As he thought this, a mysterious voice echoed in his mind.

'Good deed points have been added. The future will change slightly.'

He noticed a white notebook on the desk, glowing mysteriously.

"What is this..."

Arthur picked it up and gasped in disbelief. Because the notebook contained the events leading up to his execution...

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