Chapter 1: The Story from the Guillotine



[Location: Enther Empire, Imperial Capital Tino]

Although 7.6 million people settled in this prosperous and crowded land, and tried every means to ravage it into the political and economic center of the empire; although the small countries adjacent to Unther mocked this land for being too decadent and lacking in humanistic feelings, it still could not stop many people from yearning for this place.

Because this is the capital of the Enser Empire, one of the three major empires of the human race.

Or, it used to be.

It is always rainy in the afternoons in Tino City. Normally, the hustle and bustle of the city would be dampened a lot at this time.

But today, no matter how heavy the rain is, it cannot dampen the enthusiasm of the citizens of Tino.

They rushed out of their homes joyfully and bathed in the rain. Bards played instruments and ordinary citizens beat drums and gongs to welcome this day worthy of celebration.

And our protagonist Louis made an indelible contribution to the laughter of the Tino people.

Because the citizens below were spreading the news that he was about to be sent to the guillotine.

Louis sat on the cold throne, holding the diary in his arms, looking at the crowd below who were cursing at him, feeling very panicked.

Louis, from Xia.

In the third year of junior high school, when the history teacher came to the chapter about the Great Revolution of Country F in the second volume of the People's Education Press, Louis's best friend suddenly burst into laughter at him and asked him "Is your head still there?" From then on, the gears of fate began to turn.

Throughout his life, he was never able to get rid of the nickname "Louis XVI".

Louis didn't care. After all, he was a Great Xia. How could he "enjoy" the treatment of the guillotine?

Time seemed to be stolen, and when he came to his senses, he had been working like a slave in the workplace for two years.

After repeatedly exceeding his targets and being given "saturated work" by his boss who was good at making promises, he could no longer bear it. After waking up from a dream late at night, he shouted towards the rainy night sky: "Since you call me Louis, at least let me have the honor of experiencing the treatment of a beheaded emperor!"

then.

Pop.

There was a clap of thunder, and when I opened my eyes again, the world was different.

Louis is still Louis.

But in this life, his name is Louis Charles Julius.

It’s just that this name… is a bit unlucky.

Louis: The most famous king who was beheaded.

Charles: The first king to be beheaded + the 80-year-old prince.

Julius: Caesar the Great who was assassinated.

There's a LGBT buff here! "...Why did it become like this?"

Louis held the diary in his arms. It was the only thing of the original owner he found in the cell after he traveled through time.

When he was arrested, out of a last bit of respect for the former emperor, he did not take away the diary that the original owner had been using.

It is filled with the original owner's absurd life.

Looking at the crowd of people below with hatred in their eyes, the priest who was sentencing in front was still reading out his charges on the stage.

"As a foreign prince who was canonized by the First Princess against all odds, Louis was extremely extravagant, amassed countless wealth, and colluded with assassins from the enemy country to assassinate the First Princess who had just ascended the throne as Queen..."

"They united to attack the dissidents, and forcibly seized the throne of the empire in the name of the first princess's fiancé, and imprisoned the second princess, the heir to Enser, for ten years..."

"Unfair governance and excessive demands have caused Enser's national strength to decline, and the people are indignant..."

"Today, under the watchful eyes of all citizens of Tino, Louis Charles Julius, the 'Seduced State', the 'Prince of Succubus', the 'Look of Greed', the 'Emperor without Light', was beheaded. Seduced State, do you have anything else to say?"

"I told you that you would keep me from going to the guillotine? That's ridiculous."

Tired, destroy it!

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the executioner pulled him up from the chair and escorted him to the guillotine.

He had no memory of the original owner and at this moment all he wanted to do was curse.

"Why am I not allowed to enjoy the good life, but must go to the guillotine?"

"Hey, Huoguo, don't move!" The executioner took him to the guillotine and said with a smile: "When you kicked me out of the guards because I stepped into the gate with my right foot, did you ever think that this day would come?"

"That's enough. Let's execute him."

A calm voice came from the front, and Louis raised his head to look at the woman.

Grace Brent.

The Holy Maiden of the Church of the God of Glory and Justice, a girl with long silver-white hair, her eyes covered with black gauze and holding the Holy Sword of Libra.

Born in the Enther Empire, she was once a victim of Louis. Upon hearing about the sudden rise of the revolutionary army, she threw herself into the war for the civilians who suffered because of Louis.

Under normal circumstances, when he saw the white-haired girl, he was afraid that her DNA had been disturbed and he would have taken a few more glances.

But now, he could only calmly say: "If I say this has nothing to do with me, would you believe me?"

The saint was silent.

Louis held the diary tightly in his arms, as if it was the only thing that could give him a little warmth.

No begging for mercy.

Faced with a situation in which he was sure to die, he chose to use silence to preserve his last bit of self-respect.

Finally, the Saint sighed:

"Goodbye, the Lightless Emperor. I hope you can find the value of your existence in the world after death."

Suddenly, the scenery in front of me started spinning.

The hand holding the diary loosened, and the diary fell to the ground, stained red by the dripping blood.

Louis Charles Julius, rests here forever...

It should be like this!

“Help, help, help, help…hiss, my head!”

Louis let out a scream of panic and fell off the luxurious bed.

“Boss, boss, boss… the head is still there?!”

The fear of death seems to still remain in my mind.

It turns out that when the head is just chopped off, it can still feel pain! Louis came back to his senses and looked at his body.

The body that was originally wrapped in dirty prison uniform is now covered in silky silk.

The maids attracted by the screams ran in in panic.

"Your Highness, what happened?"

"Is he injured? Is there an assassin?"

"Quickly check His Highness..."

The maids looked at Louis, whose eyes were a little dazed, and fiddled with him to check him anxiously.

Suddenly, the eyes of a little cat-eared maid were attracted by the tail wagging behind Louis, just like a cat encountering a cat toy.

The curious cat girl subconsciously touched places she shouldn't have touched.

That was Louis's succubus tail. The moment he felt the tingling sensation, Louis' face changed. With a "snap", he pulled the tail back from the little maid's hand and said angrily, "How dare you! Let go of my tail!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

What's going on? Why did he, an ordinary office worker who had just been beheaded, feel so angry just now?

The influence of the original owner's residual soul? No, absolutely not.

He recalled the contents of the diary he had browsed before going to the guillotine.

"Is it the sequelae left over from the original owner's experience as an experimental subject of the White Tower Mage before he became a prince?"

Damn it, the original owner of the big shit, he still causes me trouble even after his death.

The maids looked at each other.

The little maid who had just attacked the tail was a little scared.

The bad reputation of the succubus clan has a lot to do with the weird ways they play with their tails.

She saw the tail wagging so cutely just now and subconsciously grabbed it. Only now did she realize that she seemed to have done something wrong.

Seeing that the maids looked a little strange, Louis couldn't help but think of the scene where the original owner was deserted by everyone.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the guillotine's knife sharpening and coming towards him, and his tail, which had stood up as if in warning, slowly drooped down.

He sighed and emphasized in an earnest but extremely serious tone:

"I really, really hate it when people touch my tail."

But he didn't notice that his face, which was still in shock from the shadow of death, was a little pale. He looked extremely stubborn, like a little beast whose inviolable forbidden area was touched.

Inexplicably, the expressions of several maids changed from looking at each other in bewilderment to softening.

Rare! A succubus that won't let anyone touch its tail! The little maid no longer felt wronged, but just looked at Louis with a curious look.

Take a look.

Take another look.

not good!

The maids' faces began to turn red.

"Can you bring me a mirror?"

Everyone nodded and left the room.

Soon, a two-person-high mirror was pushed into the room.

Louis looked into the floor-length mirror.

The young man in the mirror had delicate and regular features, his eyes were as clear and pure as lake water, his hair was black, his clothes were neat, but a little pale, which was somewhat out of tune with his current luxurious attire.

Louis said, "You guys go down first, I want to be alone."

Louis probably guessed what was going on.

He glanced at the time on the magic clock in the bedroom.

Year 14450 of the Stellar Calendar.

There was a gap of 20 years between the year when I was carried to the guillotine in my dream.

"Travelled through time first and then reborn? Or did I foresee the future? Or was it just an absurd dream?"

He groped his neck.

The remaining pain and fear from when his head hit the ground were gradually dissipating.

A sense of security permeates my whole body.

Judging from the time, Louis should have been brought into the palace by the first princess and become an honorary prince.

This world, which has an overall medieval style, is not safe.

Ignorance and civilization are intertwined, and wars never cease.

Gods, Abyss Lords, Devil Grand Dukes and other high-dimensional beings have been fighting with the starry continent as their chessboard since ancient times.

Fortunately, when Louis was first conferred the title of honorary prince, the Enther Empire was still strong and did not need to consider some unexpected crises.

"Ha~ Whether that memory is true or false, at least it's safe now."

A sense of security gradually spread, and he fell onto the bed, suddenly feeling nauseated by the thing behind him.

It was a diary with a slightly yellowed cover.

Louis had seen it before; it was the diary that the original owner always carried with him.

He had just traveled to the prison cell, and only this diary was left with him. The original owner wrote a lot of things in the diary, which gave him a preliminary understanding of the situation in this world.

But the contents of the diary seemed to be somewhat different from the original owner's sentence? Looking at the diary cover covered with dried blood, his hands suddenly trembled.

That sticky feeling, and when you open the book, the resentment, wailing and fear of the guillotine on the mottled pages hit you in the face.

Louis, who had finally calmed down, suddenly had a tremor in his hand and the diary fell to the ground.

"Send, it's true!"

【Flop Diary】

New book diary:

I’m opening a new book. Please take care of me as I’m a new author.

If you find it interesting, please read it again, I'm afraid you will be fed up with it      (End of this chapter)


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