I Screwed the Novel's Plot

Alexander heaved a long sigh and channeled his mana into the amplifier device.

"Greetings, I'm Alexander Atreilight, I will answer Duke Desdemona's question."

Distinctive clatter emerged.

"Isn't that the name of the first Prince?"

"So both Princes are attending the conference?"

"What is His Majesty's intention to have them enter the political scene at such a young age?"

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Godwin let out two coughs to disperse the turmoil. After the noise dimmed down he spoke.

"Please, Your Highness, continue."

Godwin's voice was somehow softened and Alexander proceeded with his answer.

"Even though I fought one of them, just like Prince Damian said before, we had no idea who was behind the raid. But I remember him using some kind of ability to regenerate."

"Regeneration? What kind of regeneration?"

"When we inflicted damage on them, smoke would rise for the cut, and their wound would close by itself."

And the chaos within the hall couldn't be encompassed.

"Everyone please calm down!"

The Emperor's aide immediately raised his voice and luckily the chaos was contained.

Dariush massaged his nose bridge as he skimmed through the report in his hand before throwing the paper on the table and leaning his back against the chair.

His expression turned murky.

"Prince Alexander, why is it not written in the report?"

"Because we aren't confident about who they are–"

–Bang!

Dariush slammed the table and snarled at him.

"That is such crucial information! Do you realize that we almost killed millions of innocent people because you did not put that information in the report?! Do you perhaps intend to keep that information to your grave?!"

"I'm sorry."

Whether it was in the past or this time around, Dariush would always be hostile toward him. But, it didn't matter, somehow he was used to it.

"Father, please calm down."

Just like lightning that struck every single person present, they were stunned upon hearing Damian's voice. Even the room turned into a dead silence and Alexander hastily turned to the boy next to him in disbelief.

'Whoa, he has such cojones to call the Emperor 'father' in public!'

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? I'm trying to appease the Emperor."

Damian thought maybe he could assuage his anger if he touched upon his father's sensibilities. Or… perhaps it was a mistake?

"Ahem!"

Dariush let out a fake cough and turned sideways with a slight blush on his cheeks, luckily it was so faint that barely anyone could see him.

Unfortunately, Gideon who was sitting in the forefront row saw this scene and sneered inside.

'You hypocritical bastard, acting so cold but as a father, you want to be called father too, don't you?'

After calming his excited foreign heart, Dariush spoke.

"Alright, I'll let it slide this time, but please bear it in mind to make sure you do not repeat the same mistake. Do you understand, Prince Alexander?"

​ "I understand."

However, another voice echoed.

"Prince Alexander, Prince Damian, thank you so much for the information you have given to us. It was indeed valuable."

"You're welcome."

The voice continued.

"Your Highness' if you would be so kind…"

'Wait. Wha–'

Damian was bewildered, and Alexander responded.

"Yes. We understand."

With a heavy heart, Damian rose from the seat and followed Alexander exiting the room.

Here he thought that he would gain extra information, but out of his reckoning, the Elders kicked both of them.

"Why is he kicking us? I want to be there, though."

Damian expressed his disappointment as they walked side by side and Alexander shrugged.

"What else can we do? We're just kids in their eyes."

"We're kids, though."

There was a brief pause.

"...right."

"Actually, I wonder how you beat a regenerating man?"

Alexander shook his head.

"Truthfully, there are two people there."

His blue eyes stretched wide as he looked at him in disbelief.

"You fought two of them at once?!"

Alexander couldn't help but facepalmed, just fighting one of them almost got him killed, let alone two of them.

If only he had regressed with his previous power, there might be a chance for him to kill that man, but alas, he was only born with his last memories intact.

"No. I only fought one and another showed up; a woman, then they withdrew. I never defeated him in the first place; he was too strong for me anyway. In other words, you can say that I was spared by them."

"A woman?"

Damian tilted his head. Of course, he was acting.

"Yes, she has vermilion hair and eyes that mimic blood. She wears clothes that barely cover her body and if you happen to cross paths with her, run, she's dangerous."

Damian nodded his head a few times, indicating that he understood.

'Well, that's without a doubt, Annelise. I had expected her involvement, though. Nothing to be surprised about.'

But, to be honest, this regenerating thing was a new revelation to him. Because the only thing he recalled from the novel was that Alexander fought off Chimera which was created by that dark organization.

Chimeras used to be humans but they turned into monsters after ingesting some kind of drug.

The plot went like this; when the members of that society met a deadlock resolution upon confronting Alexander's party, they would swallow the pill and transform themselves into monsters to launch a counterattack.

'But a man who regenerates… Does this organization intend to create super soldiers? Like in the movies?'

However, a voice interrupted his train of thought.

"By the way."

Damian turned to the boy next to him.

"What?"

"So, the reason why you want to attend the conference was to stop the war?"

"More or less, yes."

Suddenly Alexander halted his step and Damian did the same thing. Then–

–Claps –Claps –Claps

A frown formed on Damian's forehead and he looked at his brother as if he were some strange creature.

Currently, Alexander was in a bizarre mood and his smile was very bright; it made Damian's eyes hurt a lot.

'What the hell.'

Unperturbed by Damian's grim expression, Alexander continued clapping merrily.

"As expected of the future Emperor, although others may not see it, somehow you just performed a noble deed; you prevented innocent people from being slaughtered."

"I was simply relaying the amiss I found. There's no need to exaggerate–"

The wrinkles on Damian's forehead deepened.

"–and what do you mean by future Emperor? Aren't you the firstborn?"

"Wait–"

The smile on Alexander's lips evaporated.

"–you don't want to become an Emperor?"

"Why would I? Wait. Don't tell me you're–"

And they looked at each other in disbelief before finally, both of them sighed and Alexander wailed.

"This is madness."

It turned out that neither of them wanted the throne.

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