Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: The Disgrace of the Great Prien
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There was a family burdened with a monumental legacy.
The Great Prien.
How impressive must they be to earn such a lofty title?
It was a question anyone might ask, yet no one in the world ever did.
Five hundred years ago, they sealed away the Demon God and saved the world from annihilation.
It was a deed grand enough to justify any level of embellishment.
But yesterday, that legacy was tarnished.
The eldest young master of the Great Prien had been beaten senseless.
He was defeated by a girl whose origins were a complete mystery.
Rumors spread like wildfire through the castle.
For the servants, it was the juiciest gossip imaginable.
Eyes brimming with doubt and worry furtively glanced down the corridors.
Deep within the recesses of Dawn Castle, a single boy sat in silence.
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'Does this even make sense?'
The boy, Shiron Prien, recalled the events leading to his possession.
Not only had he taken a hit from a girl who wasn't even ten, but he had passed out.
The memory was still painfully fresh.
'That foul-tempered little brat.'
Grind—
Shiron gnashed his teeth at the thought of the "sister" he had just gained.
Her true identity was Lucia Prien, the protagonist of the game.
'Running into Lucia the moment I possessed this body... what a joke.'
In a way, it was a stroke of fortune.
He wouldn't have to waste time hunting down the main characters.
Still, Shiron loathed how he had been tossed into this without preparation.
Just one day.
No, even one hour would have been enough to avoid this humiliation.
'She swings at me over something that trivial?'
The more he dwelled on the unfairness, the more he trembled with rage.
'This has to be someone's scheme. There's no other explanation.'
Bad luck doesn't pile up like this.
His friend’s death, followed by possession into a game character.
It was a whirlwind of unpleasant events.
He had always prided himself on his mental fortitude, but it was straining now.
"I'm not some moody teenager..."
He had said something rude to her.
"You look like you don't have any friends."
Those words carried no goodwill.
Yet, Shiron had no idea why he had said it to her.
That ignorance only fueled his anger further.
The realization that he had done something so absurd left his mind in chaos.
"Damn it."
Was it lingering regret or dawning awareness?
Either way, shame burned across Shiron’s face.
'Fine, whatever. But why Shiron and not the protagonist?'
Shiron recalled the scene on his monitor: an adult Shiron stabbed by Lucia.
He was a character designed to be slain for audience satisfaction.
He remembered dozens of scenes where Lucia killed Shiron.
Shiron stared into the mirror in the corner.
The youthful face looked eerily like his past self.
"........."
A chill ran down his spine.
He roughly rubbed his arms with hands smaller than before.
Of all people, he had possessed Shiron—not the protagonist Lucia.
Worse, a Shiron who could never clear the game.
Which meant that, left as is, he would be slain by his half-sister Lucia.
Shiron recalled her predatory gaze.
Killing intent seemed to crackle from her golden eyes.
Honestly, it terrified him.
"...What do I do?"
A mere extra, a disposable villain—Shiron could never defeat Lucia.
Shiron massaged the back of his neck.
This wasn't the time to vent over losing to an elementary schooler.
No matter how young, her past life was the hero who slew the Demon God.
Shiron Prien was a descendant of the hero's lineage.
But so was Lucia.
"......Not a single thing better than the protagonist."
Talent, magic, mana, endurance—she had it all.
Wallowing in despair, Shiron repeatedly wiped his dry face.
In the game, Shiron had always harbored an inferiority complex toward Lucia.
'At least I'm not the real Shiron. Small mercies.'
Regaining calm, he was glad to be free from that pointless envy.
'Shiron gets thoroughly crushed by Lucia. Pitifully.'
Even at his full potential, beating her was impossible.
He was a full-grown adult in mind.
Shiron undid his collar and peered at his chest.
Strangely, despite the blow, there wasn't a hint of pain or bruising.
As expected of a Prien descendant born with holy power.
But that didn't change the fact that she had slapped him.
A flame kindled in Shiron Prien's heart.
The boy shot to his feet.
He considered himself an adult, but one who never forgot a grudge.
"Ten... ten years old."
"Yes, that's right. The young lady is about two years younger than you."
"Thanks, Yuma."
Shiron nodded. Yuma, head maid of Dawn Castle, blinked in confusion.
She seemed genuinely concerned for her young charge.
Her red hair and the horn on her head marked her as someone non-human.
"Nah, just curious. Dad brought home a little sister, didn't he?"
"He did."
"Who knew Father had such a gift planned? Isn't he the best?"
"......Is he?"
Shiron replied with a playful smirk.
Yuma began to worry about her young master.
It had been about a week ago when Glenn Prien returned with Lucia.
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'Young Master...'
Yuma knew that contempt had been plain on his face at first.
But the boy hadn't let it show outwardly.
However, subtle tells betrayed his true feelings of revulsion.
'Poor dear.'
He had lost his mother young.
Facing a half-sibling before that wound healed was painful.
'And yesterday, he was utterly defeated.'
Despite her cool demeanor, Yuma was deeply sensitive.
"Young Master..."
"What is it?"
Shiron startled at Yuma's sudden embrace.
"Whenever you need help, just say the word. I'm always on your side."
"...Got it. If I need anything, I'll ask."
"Ah."
Unable to hold back her tears, Yuma accepted Shiron’s handkerchief.
Blushing, she delicately dabbed at her eyes.
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
"Sure."