My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Chapter 351: Chapter 351: Fiction and Reality

"A welcoming banquet, you say?" Eren asked. "Isn't that rather excessive, especially since we are here to investigate the disappearance of our people and not to enjoy?"

"I don't think it is excessive at all," Treniel answered. "You are here representing the Eastern Overlord. As the Ruler of the Western Continent, the Holy Emperor wants to extend a warm welcome to you."

Hearing the Cardinal refer to the Holy Emperor as the Ruler of the Western Continent, Eren couldn't help but frown.

Although the Holy Emperor was said to be the Ruler of the Holy Empire, it was no secret that the absolute power was in someone else's hand.

The real power center was not in the Royal Palace. Instead it was right where he was standing right now.

Treniel seemed to be shifting the responsibility to the Holy Emperor, creating a separation between their actions. Eren couldn't help but wonder if there were other undercurrents at play that were hidden from the world.

The Holy Church and the Holy Empire were supposed to be on the same side, but Eren had a feeling that the Holy Priestess didn't just want to use them as a sword against the Northern Continent.

He wasn't certain if it was actually the case or he was just overthinking because his mind was cloudy at the moment.

Even if the Holy Priestess wanted to get rid of the Holy Emperor, why would need someone else's help for that? All she needed was a single command and it could be done.

At least that was the case unless the Holy Emperor had something that prevented the Holy Priestess from doing it.

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"...esty?"

"Your Majesty?" A vague voice fell upon the man's ears. The voice felt old yet incomplete.

As the man started regaining his senses, the voice became clearer.

"Your Majesty?" The voice was accompanied by a constant knocking sound.

The man rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn.

"Mother, can't you lower the volume when you watch period movies? I'm trying to sleep!"

Even though the man replied, the knocking sound didn't stop.

Instead, it intensified. "Your Majesty, the envoys from the East have arrived. They are accompanied by a Cardinal. Please wake up!"

"Urgh, can't she lower the volume?" Irritated, the man opened his eyes. In anger, he got off the bed and rushed towards the door, his vision still blurry as he wasn't fully awake.

"Hmm? Where's the doorknob?" The moment he reached the door, he noticed that he couldn't even open it. There was no doorknob. The opening mechanism of the door felt different.

It took him a moment to register that it wasn't just the doorknob that was different. Instead, the entire door was different.

He appeared confused, wondering how the entire door had changed overnight. It was only after he observed the rest of the room that he noticed the entire room was different.

The room felt completely different. Not only was it bigger, but it was even more luxurious. Just the bed alone was so much larger than his room.

"Am I still dreaming?" the man scratched the back of his head, confused. He believed he had just woken up. How could he be dreaming? Was it a dream within a dream?

He pinched his face to wake himself up, but the pain he felt couldn't be any more real.

"Ouch, that hurt!"

He became convinced that this wasn't a dream. It was absolute reality. But how could this be his reality?

He quickly approached the distant mirror, his gaze fixed on his reflection. His finger brushed against his cheek, which was still faintly red from the harsh pinching.

Dressed in a royal attire that blended medieval elegance with modernity, he was captivated by his appearance.

His golden hair came down to his waist, shining with a silky smoothness, as if extreme care had been taken to maintain it. Even his skin was flawless, devoid of any blemishes.

Looking at his reflection, he was almost amazed by his own striking features. If this was how he looked on Earth, he could only imagine the number of women who would have been charmed by him.

For someone who had once carried the scars on his face that he received during his service in the army, this was a completely different experience.

He opened his shirt and examined his chest, finding no trace of the scars that had once covered his body. It was as if the evidence and punishments of his time in the war had been completely erased.

"What is happening here?" The more he thought, the more confused he became.

He remembered that he had taken a leave from the army to spend a few days with his family. However, the time away from the war had been extremely dull. Even his family seemed increasingly estranged.

Feeling conflicted about his scars, he had chosen to stay in his room for the most part, unwilling to show his face outside. During this period, he had occupied himself by reading a few novels, helping him pass the days.

That was how his days had unfolded. There was only one day left before his leave was over, and he had to return to his duties.

Unfortunately, that final night had brought about a dramatic change, as he now found himself in this unfamiliar place.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?" the voice came again.

"Majesty? Envoys from the east? Cardinal? Why does that sound familiar?" The man tried to remember where he had heard these words. However, the memory evaded him.

It took him quite a lot of effort to remember where he heard these words.

"Isn't this from the starting chapters of that novel?" His expressions twisted the moment he remembered.

Although it sounded impossible, all the evidence pointed toward the same thing. He wasn't on earth. He had entered that novel.

"How could it happen? Transmigration can't become reality! It should have been impossible. So how? How am I here?"

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