Not Your Perfect Prince
In Simplicity

The night after the meeting with the King, Queen, and Vanessa.

Lying in bed, Reinhart rested her body and mind. Slowly, his consciousness finally sank into the darkness.

Opening his eyes, Reinhart found herself sitting on a black wooden chair in a white room, without a speck of any other color. Merely, other than her, there were four other figures standing far away from her.

Each of them was in the front, back, right, and left of Reinhart. They all stood on their backs to the figure of Reinhart sitting in the middle of the room.

"This ... where?"

After saying that, Reinhart immediately thought. He immediately thought that he was under the influence of an illusion or something like that.

"Analyze the situation and remain calm in confusing conditions. Yes, it's still worth appreciating."

A flat voice rang out far from in front of Reinhart.

Reinhart stared at the black-haired man, several years older than he was now, wearing army clothes while standing on his back.

"I think, like now, you who hear your own voice feel a bit scared .. That's perfectly natural."

A relaxed voice sounded far away from Reinhart's left side.

Reinhart looked over. There he saw a tall man figure similar to the figure standing far in front of him earlier. Only, his hair was black with the ends dyed blonde. He wears a large white jacket, black trousers, and white sneaker shoes.

There was a white earphone hanging from his neck. The figure also carried a skateboard in his right hand. He looks like a free man enjoying his life. It was just that it carried a hint of melancholy when viewed from his back.

"To be an adult does not mean to have freedom. Instead, it is increasingly tied to the chain of rules. Really pathetic."

The cold, indifferent voice of the children sounded far away from Reinhart's right side.

This time Reinhart turned to the right. Just then he saw the figure of a short boy with silver hair, wearing beautiful noble clothes, standing on his back.

Despite looking noble, Reinhart felt a heavy burden that seemed to be borne by the silver-haired boy's small back. Carrying a bitter, hateful, and desperate feeling.

For some reason, seeing the three of them made Reinhart's entire body filled with cold sweat. With a stiff expression, he looked back, staring at the last figure standing far behind him.

"..."

There, a jet black figure appeared. Reinhart could not see clearly. Merely, the figure was black in color and enveloped by a black mist. It emits a cold and deadly aura. Just stand there quietly without saying anything.

"What's really going on? Whoareyou? What are you guys doing here?"

Hearing the question from Reinhart, except for the black figure, the other three figures said in unison.

"You already know the answer."

Their answer made Reinhart's mind even more chaotic. With a body filled with cold sweat, the young man was about to say something, but a voice could not appear. At the moment he was confused, the voice of the man in the white jacket sounded.

"It seems like it's time."

This left Reinhart confused.

Not yet getting the answer he wanted, Reinhart saw the white floor beneath him begin to crack. The cracks started to spread, the floor almost collapsed.

Reinhart tried to run, but could not get up because both her hands and legs were handcuffed to the black chair.

The floor collapsed .. and Reinhart fell. Again, his eyes were filled with darkness.

***

Opening his eyes, Reinhart looked at the familiar ceiling.

His entire body was drenched in sweat. His breathing went up and down irregularly. Rising from his bed, the young man felt pain all over his body.

Looking at the magic clock that was still showing at three in the morning, Reinhart let out a long sigh.

"I think I should take a walk."

Saying that, Reinhart finally went down. He went to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth, did not forget to clean all his sweat and changed clothes.

When everyone in the inn was still sleeping, Reinhart walked out of the inn. A cold wind instantly hit his face, making the young man instantly shiver with coldness. Exhaling, white steam appeared due to its cold temperature.

Most of them also provide support for the final match which will start later at noon.

"What do you think Prince Reinhart did on a cold morning like this? I don't smell the alcohol or the perfume of a woman."

"Indeed you think Prince Reinhart has a dirty brain just like you!"

"Then?"

"Most likely not able to sleep, feeling a bit nervous because they will have to compete in the final. Prince Reinhart should have taken a walk to calm down and tried to relax a little."

"Although he always beats his opponent so easily?"

"The pressure that the final brings is different, my friend! It's different! After all, his opponent was also strong."

"Yes .. his opponent is also dangerous."

"I hope later to see the usual broad fight."

"I am too."

"..."

Hearing the talk of the guards from a distance, Reinhart regained consciousness.

"So the final match" whispered Reinhart with a flat expression.

Reinhart shook his head. Now, what filled his head was a dream he had seen before. At the moment when the young man was confused, he suddenly recalled the fat gray cat ... Tom's.

"Why did I even think of such an unimportant thing" Reinhart muttered.

Reinhart then walked towards the market area. Unlike other places that were still deserted, there were already many people there. Start trading, selling and buying their individual needs.

Seeing such a scene, Reinhart felt like she had seen a world she had never seen.

Coincidentally Reinhart passed in front of a stall peddling hot soy milk that was still steaming and also a kind of steamed tuber, she came to a halt. Looking towards the customers of different ages from old to young who were smiling and laughing warmly, she somehow felt out of place.

Reinhart let out a long sigh before finally turning away. But just a few steps away, he felt someone pull his coat.

Looking over, Reinhart saw the figure of a little girl in plain clothes pulling on her clothes.

"I saw my brother staring at our stall all the time, so this is for my sister!"

The little girl gave Reinhart a glass of warm, still steaming soy milk. This made the young man dazed.

Reinhart then received a glass of soy milk. He did not thank her yet, but the little girl ran back. Feeling the warmth in his palm, Reinhart was at a loss for what to say.

Reinhart then glanced at some of the menu lists on display. Seeing the price was very cheap, about a few copper coins.

Take out a gold coin. He flicked his finger casually, making the coin toss and fall gently in front of the merchant.

This immediately made the stall owner and his daughter surprised.

Reinhart waved casually while smiling warmly before saying.

"The return is to treat everyone who wants to buy."

Finished saying that, Reinhart turned away with a glass of warm soy milk in her hand. Walking quite a distance, he sipped the soy milk. A warm feeling immediately penetrated into his body.

Still having a smile on his face, the young man muttered softly.

"Who would have thought, happiness can be obtained in this simple way ..."

Looking towards the rising sun, Reinhart became calmer. He then walked back to the inn.

Prepare for the final!

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