Chapter 3 The Protagonist Is Captured 1

• IN HIS MIND, Prince Kyanite tried to communicate with the System. Although he failed multiple times, at last, he was able to ask, ‘Tell me, System. Am I about to die here?'
• The familiar short beep and the translucent screen appeared, and the Human Prince could not hide the disbelief that etched his light gold eyes.
• Mushroom Potato had clarified that your death was just the beginning of another adventure. He then died right in front of the interviewer on national television. 】
• What an unlucky guy! ‘So, you were saying, I can either die in his hands or escape my death here?'
• The System had minimized after clarifying to her she had to act like him and that the following events would result from her actions and dialogues as Prince Kyanite. But, how on earth is she going to act and speak like this guy when she knew nothing about him? Hell, she doesn’t even know that this ‘The Tragedy of a Human Prince’ animation exists!
• Prince Kyanite sighed and shook his head after another round of processing things in his mind.
• "What are you sighing about?" asked one man.
• "Huh? Nothing, nothing!" he replied. That wasn't loud. How did he hear that?
• "Your Highness," he called Prince Chalcedony; "His Highness is lying."
• "W-What?! No, I wasn't!"
• Prince Chalcedony chuckled. "Your Highness, have you really forgotten? Howin's special ability is to see through lies."
• "Special ability?"
• "Your Highness, what if His Highness really had forgotten about everything? That might explain why he miraculously survived," the other man told Prince Chalcedony.
• The System popped up.
• Everything is being recorded and divided to be aired per episode, except for the players' interactions with the System. 】
• "When will this end?"
• The question is invalid. The System will not answer. 】
• This is definitely bullshit. Maybe I have survived the fall, and this is just a dream in my comatose state? Right, right... I’ll just take a nap for now.
• A MAN RAN around the Four Seasons Forest, constantly calling for his Master. He traveled from the White Rose Palace of the North, passed through the bustling capital cities, sought for his Master in the Yellow Bell Palace of the East, and now he’s passing through the forest that separated the south palace from both the east and west palaces.
• Horror filled his entire body as he ran into the river in the middle of the forest, the water reaching his waist as he stretched for the sky-blue robe that got stuck between some rocks. He brought the clothing ashore and draped it across the grass. He checked the fabric, the sewing, and the details of the robe. By its neck were stains of crimson. Although most had been washed, there were still a few that confirmed his terrifying thoughts.
• He gathered the robe in his hands, and with a trembling voice, he whispered,
• “Your Highness... Where are you?”