’Me, The Duke, And The Prince‘, A historical novel that became a sensational topic.

A story of the young lady of a count's family and the rivalry between the duke and the prince.

It divided the fandom.

‘The Prince Supporters’, who adore his bright and fun personality.

And, ‘The Duke Fan club’, who was swooned with his cold and cool charisma.

It made everyone crazy.

And today...

The most awaited epilogue is about to be released.

“Three...Two...One...Yes, it's here! Finally! Time to read!” A boy said while clicking the notification on his computer.

...

“What!!” It was a scream that made his neighbor shout at him for being noisy. After apologizing, he sighed.

“Wait...this can't be! I thought Fleur would choose the Prince. But she chose the Duke!? And worst, the Duke k*lled the Prince, 'in the name of love'!” He mumbled while scratching his head.

He sighed again, “isn't it cruel to k*ll your best friend just because you're in love? I thought it was a friendly rivalry? So there's no ‘may the best man win’?”

Damian stared at the window. The sky was dark. He stood up and stretched, “I should buy some dinner and start reviewing for tomorrow's entrance exam. Can't believe I'm starting college.”

He grabbed his phone and wallet before he left. After closing the door, Damian opened his phone and saw various comments. “The Prince Supporters' are in chaos...”, he whispered.

He continued walking while looking at the comments on social media about the novel's ending.

He went down the dimly lit stairs.

And...

*Thud*

“I-I s-shouldn't c-c-close my eyes...”, he helplessly whispered.

“In novel's l-losing c-c-consciousness is bad....”, he added as he continued gasping. The pain spread throughout his body.

Until...

He started closing his eyes, he saw his phone and the poster of the novel was the last thing he saw. And everything became dark.

...

He opened his eyes. He held his head, feeling the wound he had just gotten. His other hand slid through a silk fabric.

He's on a bed.

“Huh? Didn't I...?” He whispered. He looked around him.

Where am I? A hospital? He asked himself.

Why does it look like an old one? Or rather...vintage?

Damian took another look around the place. He then caught a glimpse of someone's reflection.

No...

It's his reflection.

He immediately ran. Stumbling until he reached the mirror.

He reached for the mirror. The one inside moved the same way he did.

Eh!!!

He touched his face. He confirmed it.

It was him.

“Wait...is this really...me?” he said still confused. He was denying the fact that the mirror copied his every movement. He didn't want to accept the truth.

He squinted. He looked closer. And he screamed.

“T-t-t-t-this...”, he said while pointing at the mirror.

He became pale. And screamed, “ZARIA ALBA!!!”

After calming himself he analyzed the situation.

“So...this is what they call transmigration?” He asked himself and sighed.

“I wanna scream and question everything that's probably not gonna help...”, he said while in deep thought.

I fell down the stairs...am I d*ad?

But more importantly...this face...

White hair with red sharp eyes. There's absolutely no mistake. I've become Zaria Alba!

Zaria Alba...the female lead, Fleur's brother...

But why him...?

He only appeared in the novel when he tried to separate his sister with the Duke...

The Duke of Damask...a cruel man who k*lled all men who dared look at Fleur's way...Zaria thought his obsession would be harmful to his sister in the future so he...

Damian, or rather, Zaria sighed.

“He tried to break them up...” He whispered.

He searched for Fleur, but the Duke didn't let them meet...The Duke k*lled him before he got the chance to tell his sister the reason why men who pursued her disappeared...

And the most twisted part of it was how the Duke attended Zaria's funeral like nothing happened...Zaria's d*ath was said to be an accident, but it's far from it...

The Duke shamelessly comforted Fleur, and she fell for it...

He grumbled and grabbed his hair, “what should I do now?”

Before having the chance to think more a knock came from the outside. It made Zaria flinch.

The door opened. A middle-aged butler with long brown hair with strands of white in it stood at the door with a dignified posture.

“Young master. It's Xan. May I enter?” He said with a respectful smile while fixing the monocle on his left eye.

Zaria was silent for a moment. “Xan...?” he whispered.

His eyes widened as if realizing something. He hesitated but he still replied, “yes...you may”.

The butler completely went inside the room. He glanced at Zaria, “Perhaps you had an unpleasant dream, young master. You seemed troubled...”.

Zaria smiled nervously and answered, “oh...you can tell...?”

Xan looked at him, his smile never faded, “I've known you since you were born. You mustn't underestimate me, young master.”

Zaria smiled genuinely, “hehe... you're right...”

Xan stood silent for a bit. After pausing, he finally brought the tray from outside and poured tea. He glanced at Zaria and gestured to him. Zaria who knew what he meant sat at the table and sipped the tea, while Xan went straight to the closet.

The Butler, Xan...the loyal servant of Count Alba...he was assigned to take care of Zaria...

Forgetting a loyal man like him would be a sin...

He was the one who investigated the disappearance of Fleur's suitors...he was the one who told Zaria...

He died protecting Zaria...

Zaria sighed.

...but it's sad that the moment he d*ed, he thought Zaria survived

D*mn that Duke...

“Young Master...” It was Xan calling for him. But Zaria didn't happen to hear him and continued to grumble internally.

“Young Master?” Xan repeated, but Zaria stayed silent.

With a loud voice Xan repeated it again, “Masted Zaria...!”

This time Zaria heard it clearly. He was startled. “Oh...I'm sorry. I was lost in thought...”, he replied.

Xan sighed and spoke, “it cannot be helped then. Now, get up, and I'll help you change.”

Zaria was undeniably confused and asked, “for what...?”

“You promised the Young Lady Fleur that you'd help her pick a dress.” Xan replied.

Zaria remained confused, “a dress...?”

Xan sighed and added, “Have you forgotten...? The Duke had come home from the war. And the Royal Family is throwing a banquet for the empire's victory.”

After a short silence, Zaria remembered something and appeared shocked. “The Duke...?” he said in a low voice.

While walking in the hallway, Zaria was in deep thought.

If the Duke had just come back after winning the war then this banquet is...

I was transmigrated when it was time to start the main story...

...but I wish I had transmigrated earlier than this to prepare.

Right...this banquet is where Fleur and the Duke will meet...

He paused, grabbed his hair, and grumbled.

“But there's really nothing to be done now...first things first...I absolutely must not let the Duke meet Fleur...”, he whispered.

In that sudden moment a voice spoke to him, “what are you whispering alone...? Dear brother...?” A young girl with long white hair and red eyes like him. She smiled at him sweetly, innocently.

It's the real Fleur...! The real deal! The one and only!

Zaria wanted to dance but he remained calm.

She's so pretty...it's no wonder that the Duke and the Prince fell for her...I must protect this girl...at all costs...!

His face was filled with determination and his body was on fire.

Fleur who seemed confused about his actions was concerned, “uhm...brother...?”

“Ah...”, Zaria said and immediately regained his composure.

He coughed, stood proud and mighty with a smile, “it's nothing. Let's go.”

Fleur smiled back at him and cheerfully responded, “okay!”

...

They took the carriage and headed straight to the town.

When they arrived at the town located in Alba County they were delighted. Everyone seemed happy and peaceful.

Fleur admired the whole town and kept looking outside.

If only that Duke wouldn't destroy this town...he schemed and ordered his organization to create problems around town just to make the Count indebted to him.

And without knowing the truth the Count, Countess, and Fleur felt grateful to him.

Only Zaria remained suspicious of his behavior.

But because of his plans many townspeople suffered and some even d*ed.

That Duke is heartless!!

...

After a while, the Alba siblings arrived at the shop.

Fleur happily looked around the shop. She scanned every product from dress to shoes, she was also amazed by the accessories on display.

Zaria looked at her and felt proud.

The owner came to greet them. She politely asked for their business.

Zaria called Fleur, and they discussed the designs of the dress.

...

After finishing the order, Zaria faced his sister. “Is there anywhere you want to go?” He asked.

Fleur brightened, “really! Then the new café!” she said.

Zaria nodded and smiled at her.

...

They arrived, and he booked the whole terrace on the second floor. He said his favorite tea and let Fleur order the treats she wants.

...

The tea was served, the treats have arrived. Fleur happily ate the scones, and tarts. Zaria smiled and looked at her.

“The town is splendid and everything looks nice. These treats are the best. Dear brother, thank you!” She said.

Zaria nodded.

“But I do wish to eat other things too! Ah...I wanna have pizza!” She grumbled.

Zaria sipped his tea and agreed, “yeah, and cola too!”

The atmosphere remained relaxing...

...

...until.

They blankly looked at each other...

Both of them realized what they had said, and were shocked by what the other stated.

“Ehh!!!” Both of them screamed.