Episode 1: The Abandoned Prince is Sent to the Front Lines
The otherworld.
For a healthy young man, those words might make his heart dance.
But reality is always cruel.
The otherworld I reincarnated into, or rather, the country I was born and raised in, was on hard mode.
“――Prince Ru!! Prince Reichel!!”
“…I want to eat cup ramen.”
“Kappu…? I don’t really get it, but you seem okay!! Come on, get up!! Enemy troops are charging in!! We’re abandoning this position and retreating!!”
My name is Reishel von Agaram.
I am the first prince of the Agaram Kingdom, the one who was supposed to become the future king.
Now, I’m a healing magic user treating the injuries of my allies on the very front lines, and the captain of a medic corps with twenty subordinates.
A prince, you know? I’m a prince, okay?
So why am I working on the front lines where enemy magic could come flying in at any moment?
I’d love to give her a piece of my mind, but there’s no way for me to meet the big-breasted goddess who reincarnated me into this world.
So today, too, I treat injured soldiers, dissatisfaction simmering in my heart.
How did it come to this?
The story goes back fifteen years after I reincarnated into this world, to a time five years ago from now.
It all began when my father, the King of Agaram, died in an unfortunate accident, and my younger brother usurped my position as crown prince.
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“From today onwards, I am the king!!”
“…Huh?”
It was sudden.
It happened right after the mourning period ended for the King of Agaram Kingdom, who was my father in this world, after he fell from a rampaging horse and died.
I was suddenly summoned by my younger brother, Hecton, and headed to the audience chamber.
Even though I call him my younger brother, Hecton and I are only half-siblings.
Hecton is the son of a concubine, while I am the son of the official wife.
But well, our relationship as brothers was good.
I believe Hecton looked up to me as his older brother, and I was fond of Hecton too.
Or so I thought.
However, it seems that was just my assumption, a mere misunderstanding.
Hecton, wearing the crown—the symbol of a king—on his head, sat on the throne in the audience chamber and loudly proclaimed himself king.
To explain beforehand, as the eldest son, I was the crown prince.
Therefore, if the throne were to be succeeded in the correct order, I should have been the next king.
In other words…
“Treason, is it?”
“Sh-shut up!! I am the true crown prince!! It was a mistake for a monster like you, with that creepy power, to be the crown prince!!”
Let me make a confession here.
To tell you the truth, I’m not purely a person of this world.
I have memories of a past life where I grew up in a country called Japan; I’m what you’d call a reincarnated person.
In my previous life, I died in an unfortunate accident and was granted a cheat ability by a goddess.
And then, I was reincarnated into this world as Reishel von Agaram, who was originally supposed to be stillborn.
The “creepy power” Hecton mentioned is probably the cheat ability I received from the goddess.
“Even if your limbs are torn off, they grow back… You’re not human!!”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m some kind of lizard.”
The cheat ability I received from the goddess is called “Complete Regeneration.”
It’s a power that can restore anything I touch, whether it’s a person or an object, to its original state.
If the target is myself, just a little bit of focus is enough—a truly bona fide cheat ability.
Since I died in such a sudden accident in my previous life, it’s a cheat ability I specifically requested from the goddess because I wanted to die of old age peacefully.
And this cheat ability has been incredibly useful.
Due to my position as crown prince, there were many attempts on my life.
Thanks to it, I’ve lived to the age of fifteen.
Moreover, it seems that every time I use this cheat ability, its proficiency increases, and its effects gradually improve.
Now, I can even regenerate if my head is cut off, as long as I remain conscious.
Lately, poisons and curses don’t work on me either.
I’m a little scared that “Complete Regeneration” might start activating automatically eventually, making me pseudo-immortal.
My father in this world, King Agaram, saw my power and got super excited, saying, “He’s a child blessed by the gods!!”
Eh? You ask if I didn’t heal my father with that power?
Please forgive me for that. I wasn’t there at the time.
This power is immense, but it can’t go as far as resurrecting the dead.
According to the goddess, that would violate the rules of the world.
However, it seems my younger brother Hecton considered my power to be creepy.
That’s low-key shocking.
“Silence, Reishel.”
The one who said that was a curvaceous beauty waiting beside the throne where Hecton sat.
She is Hecton’s mother.
If you ignore her bad personality and elitist ideology, she’s an erotic older-sister type who’s totally my preference, though.
For some reason, she’s treated me as an enemy for a long time.
Well, I’m the child of the official wife, so from the perspective of someone who wants to make Hecton king, I’m probably a thorn in her side. I can sort of understand.
But the biggest reason is—
“Ugh, stop looking at me with those disgusting eyes!!”
It seems to be because I look at Hekton-mamma with lecherous eyes every time I see her.
Well, it can’t be helped, can it?
I’m turning fifteen this year, but if you include my age from my previous life, I’m around thirty.
Perhaps because my mind is an adult’s but my body is a child’s, my strike zone has become quite wide, from fifteen-year-olds at the lower end to the early thirties at the upper end.
Thanks to that, I ended up being hated for looking at Hekton-mamma with lecherous eyes.
Anyway, that’s enough rambling.
“It seems you’ve already laid all the groundwork, haven’t you?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Around Hecton were influential figures and knights who had served the former king.
Apparently, I have no allies here.
This probably wasn’t something they came up with yesterday or today; it was planned.
Perhaps there are quite a few people involved in my father’s death as well.
Unfortunately, having been spoiled by my father, I’m too naive when it comes to such schemes.
You can probably tell from the fact that I was blissfully enjoying the idle life of a crown prince, completely unaware that they were vigilantly waiting for an opportunity to rebel.
“So, what are you going to do with me? Stuff me in concrete and sink me in the sea?”
“Konku…?”
Actually, my “Complete Regeneration” also has weaknesses.
If I’m sunk in the sea or buried alive in concrete, it’s probably no good.
I’ll die if the necessary environment for survival isn’t maintained.
Hekton-mamma didn’t seem to understand the meaning of “concrete,” but apparently, she doesn’t intend to do anything that cruel.
Hecton says with a smirk.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. You’re going to the battlefield.”
“Hmm.”
The battlefield, huh.
Since I’ve always been in the royal capital, I don’t know the detailed situation, but the kingdom is at war with a neighboring country.
That neighbor is the strongest country on the continent, the Holy Dragoon Empire.
It’s the only country on the continent that employs Wyverns, a major power possessing military strength far surpassing neighboring countries.
It’s a so-called hegemonic state, and also a belligerent nation that has declared war on surrounding countries.
The Agaram Kingdom, being a major power second only to the Holy Dragoon Empire, is fighting with substantial support from neighboring countries that cannot accept the Empire’s rise.
Apparently, “harsh” is too mild a word to describe that battlefield.
“I’ll have Aniue fight for the kingdom until you die.”
“That’s surprisingly lenient.”
“Hmph. Truth be told, I was going to bury you alive and kill you. But I had no choice after Aniue’s fiancée, Eliza, pleaded for you. Ah, no, that’s wrong. She’s my fiancée now.”
Eliza is the girl who was my fiancée.
She’s strong-willed and can be a bit troublesome, but she’s a kind-hearted girl.
We’ve had a lot of interactions since way back, and I’m aware that she liked me.
It seems that thanks to Eliza, I’ll be spared from being buried alive.
Well, Hecton was fond of Eliza, after all.
He might have pressured her to become his fiancée in exchange for sparing my life.
“I see, I understand. I’ll head to the front lines tomorrow, then.”
“Ugh, show some more regret!! I took your country, your throne, and your fiancée from you!!”
“?”
I don’t quite understand what you’re saying.
“As long as a person is alive, things will work out somehow. I don’t think there’s any need to be regretful.”
“Ugh, enough!! Just go die on the battlefield already!!”
And so, as an abandoned prince, I was sent to the front lines of the battlefield.
Fortunately, I’ve been a great success on the front lines.
Thanks to my looks inherited from my mother—who passed away soon after giving birth to me—my charisma inherited from my father, and the cheat ability from the goddess, I’ve risen to a decent position while fighting on the front lines.
I was fine even after taking a direct hit from the fire breath of a Wyvern employed by the Empire, so I have no anxieties or complaints.
If I had to complain, it would be that the bed is hard and the food is bad.
…Other than that, I’m just a little worried about Eliza, who became Hecton’s fiancée.
Then one day, something happened.
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Afterword
A Trivial Little Story
Author: “I want to be toyed with by a beautiful woman with a bad personality.”
Rei: “Y-You’re quite warped.”
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