Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
It was morning. Paul Ackermann sat in front of the dining table with his mind all over the place. His maid, Liz, looked at him speechlessly upon noticing how distracted he was.
“Your Highness, are you sure you didn’t bump your head?”
“I didn’t.”
“You can’t tell the difference between dream and reality and are even feeling distressed over it. There has to be something wrong with your head, right?”
“I can tell the difference between dream and reality. What’s bothering me is that this isn’t the first time this has happened,” Paul said with a perplexed frown.
Liz blinked contemplatively before clapping her hands in realization and saying, “Ah! Yes, something similar did happen last week. You sat on the bed for a long time.”
“Yes, I’m referring to that.”
“I get it now. It’s a relapse!”
“???” Paul was baffled by Liz’s response, but he wasn’t angered by her words.
Despite being an imperial prince of the Austine Empire, Paul Ackermann had lived most of his life as a normal civilian, so he wasn’t fussy about etiquette, not to mention that Liz had braved tough times with him. While she was his maid, their relationship was more like that of siblings. He always took her jokes with a light-hearted attitude.
Born as an illegitimate child, Paul was ostracized within the Austine Empire’s circle of nobility. While his standard of living had improved compared to back when he was a civilian, as he received the bare minimum of what an imperial prince was entitled to, he had not been prepared for the snobbery he would receive.
No one was willing to serve him, and some even avoided him like the plague. A servant’s standing corresponded to their master’s, so being assigned to an illegitimate child was as good as being exiled for them. The only one who remained by his side was the young Liz.
This was also why he didn’t mind her jokes.
“Liz, how often do you remember your dreams?”
“I don’t think I remember any of my dreams. That’s true for most people, right?”
“That’s what I thought too, but I remember everything clearly,” P
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