Summary
Possessing the role of a character who dies absurdly wasn’t bad enough, but now I’ve ended up in a sacred neutral zone where the royals of five empires gather—all in place of the crown prince.
Which means… my childhood friends think I’m the crown prince—a man.
“Goodbye, guys.”
I sobbed, bidding farewell to my friends, knowing I’d never see them again. Because officially, I (the crown prince) am about to die!
Guys, it was fun while it lasted.
We’ll never meet again, but I hope you all live happy lives!