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WELSH - Moon That Shine Brighter Than The Sun

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Surrounded by the blights, Prince Clyne Austyn, inheritor of the Austyn Sun kingdom, draws his sword as he breathes heavily, and slowly stands after getting stabbed close to his heart. He felt hopeless not because he was surrounded by monsters nor about his kingdom getting conquered, but because of his own friend, his most trusted person who betrayed him and left him to die. Fortunately, in his last breath, Prince Clyne Austyn, the prince who was bathing under the moon's light was transmigrated into the body of a 21-year-old bachelor 500 years into the future. In order to learn about the past after his death, Clyne started his investigation together with the body of his benefactor— the Heir of the Welsh.
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Chapter 1 - The starting point

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"You got him?"

"Yes, young master, he's inside. Please watch your steps."

"All of you wait here," I ordered as I entered an old cell room.

The place stinks and the moon's light is the only light inside.

An old man crooked sitting on a chair while chained is staring straight at me.

He smiled. "Oh wow! ah yes, yes, is it that time again? Welsh Lewis? or was it, Lewis Welsh? — the Duke of the South heir, and one of the candidates on the throne"

"You knew me?" I sat in front of him

"Of course, of course, I know, I know. I also know who you really are"

I was surprised that it made him smile more

"What do you intend to say" glaring at him

"Lewis Welsh or if I can have the honor to speak your name, Your Majesty the Crown Prince— Clyne Austyn"

"Huh, HOW DID Y—"

He loudly laughed. A laugh that echoes all over the room

"Yes! Yes! I know— I know, I know everything! The three unique individuals— the pillars of tragedies!" He bent down thinking "What was it, what was it? It's my job, it's my job, I knew, I knew AH—hehhehehehehehehe" Again he smiled.

I stayed quiet as I waited for his following words. I couldn't even blink or breathe calmly. I have this bad feeling inside me. As if it's telling me to listen.

The old man looked up straight into my eyes and smiled. "YES-YES! A transmigrator, a summoned, and a traveler. The pillars of this world! The loading points!"

"A loading— Hah?"

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I can't feel my hands or my feet anymore. I am chained, caged, and starved for weeks. Getting discriminated against for who am I and being viewed as different and contagious by everyone just because I am different —only this guy standing in front of me asked me something I wanted.

"Speak, this is the only chance you'll have in your life"

'He's right..... the only chance I have..... What I want....'

I mustered all strength left within me to say the word "—Freedom" that god knows when I'll be given another chance to speak it again.

"If I give you freedom, what's there for me?"

"Victory…. I shall present you the victory of this war"

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I need to leave before I'll get more attached.

'It will be hard to leave if that happens' I carried my bag and started to walk towards the North.

I could hear the faint sound of someone running behind me. It stopped and asked, "If we meet again, will you tell me another story?"

Hearing her ask gave me a lot of thoughts in my mind. 'I don't even know if this journey would be my last...' although I want to say that, I couldn't muster the strength to speak. I could only stop and look back at her as I replied "—Yeah, I will.." thinking that maybe a white lie is better than goodbye.

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