[Time: Star Calendar Year 14470]
[Location: Unser Empire, Imperial Capital Tino]
Although 7.6 million people have settled in this prosperous and overcrowded land, and have tried every means to turn it into the political and economic center of the empire; even though the small countries adjacent to Unser ridiculed this land for being too decadent and lacking in humanistic feelings, they still cannot stop it. Many people yearn for this place.
Because this is the imperial capital of the Enser Empire, the three major empires of the human race.
Or rather, it was.
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 stop the enthusiasm of the citizens of Tino.
They rushed out of their homes happily and bathed in the rain. Minstrels were playing musical instruments and ordinary citizens were beating gongs and drums to welcome this day worth celebrating.
And our protagonist Louis has made an indelible contribution to the joy and laughter of the people of Tino.
Because the citizens below are running to tell each other that he is about to be pushed to the guillotine.
Louis held the diary in his arms and sat on the cold throne. Looking at the people below who were shouting abuse, he felt panicked.
Louis, a native of Xia.
In the third year of junior high school, when the history teacher read the chapter about the Revolution of Country F in the second volume of the People's Education Press, Louis' bereaved friend suddenly laughed at him and asked him if "his head was still there." From then on, the gears of fate began to turn.
In his life, he could never escape the nickname "Louis XVI".
Louis didn't care, after all, he was from Daxia, could he still "enjoy" the treatment of the guillotine?
Time seemed to have been stolen. When he came back to his senses, he had already been working as a cowboy in the workplace for two years.
After overfulfilling the tasks time and time again, and the leader who was good at drawing cakes gave him "saturation work" again, he couldn't bear it anymore. After waking up from a dream late at night, he shouted into 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.
Snapped.
There was a thunder, and when I opened my eyes again, I changed to the human world.
Louis is still the same 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 beheaded king.
Charles: The first king to be guillotined + the 80-year-old prince.
Julius: Julius Caesar was assassinated.
Here’s a stack of LGBT BUFFs!
"...Why is it like this?"
Louis held the diary in his arms. This was the only item of the original owner that he found in the cell after traveling through time.
When he was arrested, out of his last respect for the former emperor, he did not take away the diary that the original owner had been using.
It is filled with the absurd life of the original owner.
Looking at the crowd of people below with hatred in their eyes, the priest who pronounced the sentence in front was still reading out his crime on the stage.
"As a prince with a foreign surname who was consecrated by the first princess against all opinions, Louis was extravagant and extravagant. He made countless money and colluded with enemy assassins to assassinate the first princess who had just ascended the throne as the queen..."
"The party was united against the different parties, and they forcibly occupied the throne of the empire, and imprisoned the second princess, the heir to Unser, for ten years..."
"Unfair administration and excessive demands have led to the decline of Unser's national power, and the people's indignation is endless..."
"Today, under the watchful eyes of all the citizens of Tino, Louis Charles Julius, the 'Beautiful Country', the 'Succubus Prince', the 'Greedy Face', and the 'Lightless Emperor', was beheaded. Xing, Huo Guo, do you have anything else to say?"
"You said you can prevent me from going to the guillotine? That's funny."
Tired, destroy it!
Seeing that he didn't speak, the execution soldiers pulled him up from the chair and escorted him to the guillotine.
Without any memory of the original owner, he just wanted to curse.
"Why don't I have a share in the happiness, but I have to go to the guillotine?"
"Hey, Huo Guo, don't move!" The execution soldier led him to the guillotine and said with a smile as he walked: "When you kicked me out of the Guards on the grounds that I stepped through the door with my right foot, did you ever think that this day would come? ?"
"That's enough, let's carry out the execution."
A calm voice came from the front, and Louis raised his head to look at the woman.
Grace brent.
The saint of the Church of the God of Glory and Justice, a silver-white long-haired girl with black gauze covering her eyes and holding the Holy Sword of Scales in her hand.
She was born in the Unser Empire and was once a victim of Louis. When she heard about the Revolutionary Army, she joined the war against him for the sake of the suffering civilians.
Normally, when he saw the white-haired girl, he was afraid that her DNA might have been moved, so he had to take a few more glances.
But now, he could only say calmly: "Would you believe me if I said this matter has nothing to do with me?"
The saint was silent.
The diary that Louis held tightly in his arms seemed to be the only thing that could give him a little warmth.
No begging for mercy.
Faced with a certain death situation, he chose to keep his last bit of self-respect with silence.
Finally, the saint sighed:
"Goodbye, Emperor Wuguang. May you find the value of your existence in the world after death."
Suddenly, the scenery in front of him was spinning.
The hand holding the diary loosened, and the diary fell to the ground, stained red by the dripping blood.
Here lies Louis Charles Julius…
That's how it should be!
…
"Help, help, help... hiss, my head!"
Louis screamed in panic and fell from the luxurious bed.
"Tou-tou-tou...the head is still there?!"
The fear of death seemed to still linger in my mind.
It turns out that when the head was just cut off, you could still feel the pain!
Louis came to his senses in a daze and looked at his body.
The body that was originally wrapped in dirty prison clothes was now covered in silky silk.
The hands looked a little thin, like the hands of a teenager who had been deprived of enough food in a war-torn area.
The maids, attracted by the screams, ran in in panic.
"Your Highness, what happened?"
"Are you injured? Are there assassins?"
"Quickly check His Highness..."
The maids looked at Louis, whose eyes were a little dull, and moved them up and down anxiously to check.
Suddenly, a little maid's hand touched a place she shouldn't have touched.
That was Louis' succubus tail. The moment the tingling feeling came, Louis' face changed. With a "pop" sound, he pulled the tail back from the little maid's hand and said in a loud voice:
"How dare you, let go of my tail!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked a little confused.
What's going on? Why was he, an ordinary social beast who had just been guillotined, so angry just now?
The influence of the original owner’s remnant soul?
No, absolutely not.
He recalled the contents of the diary he had read before going to the guillotine.
"Is it the sequelae left behind by the original owner who was a test subject under the White Tower Master before he became a prince?"
Damn it, the original owner of Dachi is still causing trouble for me even after he’s dead.
The maids looked at each other.
The little maid who had just attacked her tail looked a little embarrassed and aggrieved.
The poor reputation of the succubi clan has a lot to do with the weird ways they use their tails to play.
She just saw the tail wagging cutely, so she subconsciously grabbed it. How could she have imagined that Louis would react so strongly?
Seeing that the maids looked a little strange, Louis couldn't help but think of the scene where the original owners betrayed their relatives and separated.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the sharpening of the guillotine's sword coming towards him, and his tail that was standing up as a warning slowly pulled down.
He sighed and said in a sincere but extremely serious tone:
"Sorry, I really, really hate people touching my tail."
It's just that he didn't notice that his face, which was frightened by the shadow of death, was a little pale, and he looked extremely stubborn, like a little beast that had been touched in an inviolable forbidden area.
Inexplicably, the expressions of several maids changed from looking at each other to softening.
Rare! A succubus who won't let anyone touch her tail!
The little maid had no grievance and just looked at Louis secretly with curious eyes.
Have a look.
Take another look.
not good!
The faces of all the maids began to turn red.
"Can you bring me a mirror?"
Everyone nodded and exited the room.
Soon, a mirror as tall as two people was pushed into the room.
Louis looked at the floor mirror.
The young man in the mirror has delicate and straight features, his eyes are as clear and pure as lake water, his hair is black, and his clothes are neat, but there is a hint of dishevelment, which is somewhat incompatible with his current luxurious attire.
Louis said: "You guys go down first, I want to be quiet."
Louis probably guessed what was going on.
He glanced at the time on the magic clock in his bedroom.
Star calendar year 14,450.
There was a gap of 20 years between the year he was guillotined in the dream.
"First travel and then be reborn? Or do I predict the future? Or is it just a ridiculous dream?"
He groped at his neck.
The remaining pain and fear of his head falling to the ground are gradually dissipating.
A sense of security spreads throughout my body.
Judging from the time, Louis should have been brought into the palace by the first princess and become an honorary prince by now.
The overall style of the painting is biased toward the medieval world, which is not safe.
Ignorance and civilization are intertwined, and war is invisible.
High-dimensional beings such as gods, abyss lords, and devil princes use the Star Continent as their chessboard and have been fighting since ancient times.
Fortunately, when Louis was first made an honorary prince, the Unser Empire was still strong and there was no need to consider some extraneous crises.
"Ha~ Regardless of whether the memory is true or false, at least it is safe now."
A sense of security gradually spread, and he fell down on the bed, and was suddenly hit by something on his back.
It was a diary with a yellowish cover.
Louis had seen it and it was a diary carried by the original owner.
At that time, he had just traveled to the cell, and only this diary remained with him. The original owner wrote many things in the diary, which gave him a preliminary understanding of the situation in the world.
It’s just that there seems to be some discrepancy between the contents in the diary and the contents of the original owner’s sentence?
Looking at the diary cover covered with dried blood, his hands suddenly trembled.
That sticky feeling, the resentment, lamentation and fear of the guillotine on the mottled page came to my face after I opened it.
Louis, who finally calmed down, shook his hand, and the diary fell to the ground.
"Send it, it's true!"
