The Abandoned Prince Heals an Enemy Soldier on the Frontlines, Only to Discover She’s the Seventh Imperial Princess - Chapter 01: The Abandoned Prince Sent to the Frontlines

Chapter 01: The Abandoned Prince Sent to the Frontlines

Another world.

For any healthy young man, just hearing those words would be enough to get excited.

But reality was always cruel.

The world I was reincarnated into—or rather, the country I was born and raised in—was downright brutal.

“Your Highness!! Prince Reyshel!!”

“…I want to eat ramen.”

“Ramen…? I have no idea what that is, but you seem fine!! Now get up!! The enemy forces are charging!! We’re abandoning this position and retreating!!”

My name was Reyshel von Agarham.

I was once the first prince of the Agarham Kingdom—the rightful heir to the throne.

Now? I was a battlefield medic stationed on the frontlines, healing wounded soldiers while leading a squad of twenty medics.

A prince. I was a prince, you know?

So why was I stuck on the frontlines, where enemy spells could come flying at me at any moment?

I had plenty of complaints, but there was no way to voice them to the big-breasted goddess who reincarnated me into this world.

And so, carrying my frustrations in my heart, I continued treating the injured soldiers before me.

How did it come to this?

To understand that, we’d have to rewind fifteen years—back to five years ago.

It all started when my father, the King of Agarham, died in an unexpected accident, and my younger brother took the throne from me.

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“Starting today, I am the king!!”

“…Ha?”

It happened out of nowhere.

My father, the King of Agarham, had died after falling off a rampaging horse. The moment the mourning period ended, this was the first thing I heard.

I had been summoned by my younger brother, Hecton, and made my way to the audience chamber.

Technically speaking, Hecton and I were only half-brothers.

He was the son of a concubine, while I was born from the queen.

Still, we always got along well.

Hecton had looked up to me as his older brother, and I had cared for him as my little brother.

Or at least, that’s what I thought.

Turns out, that was just my assumption—nothing more than a delusion.

Hecton was sitting on the throne in the audience chamber, the royal crown on his head, proudly declaring himself the king.

Just to clarify, as the firstborn, I was the rightful crown prince.

By law and tradition, I should have been the next king.

In other words…

“A coup, huh.”

“S-Shut up!! I am the true crown prince!! It was a mistake for a monster like you, with that creepy power, to ever be considered heir!!”

Let me make a confession here.

The truth is, I wasn’t originally from this world.

I had memories of a past life in a country called Japan—what you’d call a reincarnator.

In my previous life, I died in an unexpected accident.

Then, a goddess granted me a cheat ability.

That’s how I was reborn as Reyshel von Agarham, someone who was originally supposed to be stillborn.

The “creepy power” Hecton was talking about was probably the cheat ability I received from the goddess.

“Even if your limbs get torn off, they just grow back… You’re not human!!”

“Don’t make me sound like some kind of lizard.”

The cheat ability I received from the goddess was called “Perfect Regeneration.”

It was a power that could restore anything I touched—whether it was a person or an object—back to its original state.

If I used it on myself, all I had to do was focus a little, and it would activate. A true cheat ability.

In my past life, I died in an unexpected accident.

Wanting to live a long life this time, I specifically requested this ability from the goddess.

And honestly, it had been a lifesaver.

As the crown prince, I had been targeted for assassination more times than I could count.

Thanks to this power, I had managed to survive until the age of fifteen.

On top of that, the more I used this cheat ability, the stronger it got.

Now, even if my head got chopped off, as long as I stayed conscious, I could regenerate.

Recently, poisons and curses stopped affecting me too.

At this rate, Perfect Regeneration might end up triggering automatically, making me practically immortal… which was honestly a little terrifying.

My father, King Agarham, once saw my ability and proudly declared, “This child is blessed by the gods!!”

Oh? You’re wondering why I didn’t use my power to save my father?

Give me a break. I wasn’t there when it happened.

Besides, no matter how powerful my ability was, it couldn’t bring the dead back to life.

According to the goddess, that would go against the fundamental laws of this world.

Still, for some reason, my brother Hecton found my ability disturbing.

…Not gonna lie, that kinda hurt.

“Be silent, Reyshel.”

The one who said that was a stunning, curvaceous beauty standing beside Hecton’s throne.

Hecton’s mother.

If I ignored her terrible personality and superiority complex, she was exactly my type—an alluring older woman.

But for some reason, she had always treated me like an enemy.

Well, I was the queen’s son, and since she wanted Hecton to be king, I was nothing but an obstacle in her way. I could understand that much.

But the biggest reason was—

“Ugh, stop looking at me with those disgusting eyes!!”

Apparently, it was because every time I saw her, I couldn’t help but check her out.

Come on, it wasn’t my fault.

I was turning fifteen this year, but if you counted my past life, I was already in my thirties.

With the mind of an adult and the body of a teenager, my preferences had expanded… my range was now anywhere from fifteen to the early thirties.

So yeah, she caught me staring at her in that way, and now she hated me.

Anyway, enough of that.

“Looks like you’ve already secured everything behind the scenes.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Around Hecton stood the high-ranking officials and knights who had once served my father.

It seemed like there wasn’t a single ally for me in this room.

This wasn’t something they had just come up with overnight—it had clearly been planned in advance.

There was even a good chance that some of them had a hand in my father’s death.

Unfortunately, I had been raised spoiled under my father’s care, which left me completely clueless about political scheming.

While they had been patiently waiting for the perfect moment to stage a coup, I had been busy enjoying my carefree life as the crown prince, oblivious to everything.

“So, what are you going to do with me? Bury me in concrete and drop me into the ocean?”

“Con…crete?”

Even my Perfect Regeneration had its weaknesses.

If I were thrown into the ocean or buried alive in concrete, I probably wouldn’t survive.

As long as I wasn’t in an environment where I could stay alive, I’d still die.

Hecton’s mother didn’t seem to understand what “concrete” meant, but from the look on her face, it seemed they weren’t planning on doing something that cruel.

With a smug grin, Hecton spoke.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. I’m sending you to the battlefield instead.”

“Hm.”

The battlefield, huh.

Since I had always lived in the royal capital, I didn’t know the full details, but the kingdom was currently at war with the neighboring country.

That neighbor just so happened to be the Holy Dragoon Empire—the most powerful nation on the continent.

It was the only country capable of commanding wyverns, and its military strength was leagues ahead of the surrounding nations.

A true hegemonic power.

It was also an aggressive nation that frequently waged war against its neighbors.

Agarham Kingdom was the second-largest country on the continent, and since the surrounding nations refused to let the Empire continue its rise unchecked, they were providing military support to keep the balance of power in check.

From what I heard, the battlefield there was beyond brutal.

“You will fight for the kingdom until the day you die, dear brother.”

“That’s surprisingly merciful of you.”

“Hmph. If it were up to me, I would have buried you alive. But I had no choice after Eliza begged me to spare you. Ah, no… I should correct myself. She’s my fiancée now.”

Eliza… that was the name of the girl who had once been my fiancée.

She was strong-willed and a bit of a handful, but at her core, she was a kindhearted girl.

We had known each other since childhood, and I was well aware that she had feelings for me.

Apparently, it was thanks to her that I wasn’t getting buried alive.

Well, Hecton had always liked Eliza.

He probably forced her to become his fiancée in exchange for sparing my life.

“I see. Okay. I’ll head to the frontlines tomorrow.”

“Wha—!? Show some regret, damn it!! I stole your country, your throne, and your fiancée!!”

“?”

I had no idea what he was going on about.

“As long as you’re alive, you can figure something out. I don’t see any reason to be upset.”

“Tch… Whatever!! Just hurry up and die on the battlefield!!”

And so, I was sent to the frontlines as the abandoned prince.

Fortunately, I ended up making a name for myself there.

With the looks I inherited from my late mother, the charisma passed down from my father, and the cheat ability granted by the goddess, I quickly climbed the ranks as I fought on the frontlines.

Even when I got hit by a wyvern’s fire breath, I walked away unscathed.

I had no complaints, no worries.

If I had to nitpick, I’d say the beds were too hard, and the food tasted awful.

…And maybe, just a little, I was concerned about Eliza, who had become Hecton’s fiancée.

Then, one day, something happened that changed everything.

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[Afterword]

A Random Tidbit

Author: “I want to be toyed with by a wicked beauty.”

R: “Y-You’re pretty twisted…”

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