I Didn't Want to Become the Emperor of This World

Prologue

One day, I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. A ceiling with an antique chandelier, the kind you would see in a movie set in the Middle Ages.

When I first saw it, I thought I was dreaming. After all, I couldn't just casually accept that I had woken up in the Middle Ages.

But no matter how much time passed, nothing changed―.

In the end, I had no choice but to admit it. For some reason, I had come to another world.

Since I had come to another world anyway, it would have been nice if I was fated to live a peaceful and cozy life, but that was not granted to me.

This was because I was the sickly crown prince of the ‘Plank Kingdom’, a kingdom where royal authority was nowhere to be found, and the nobility held everything.

At first, I despaired at this fate. Of all things, to become the crown prince of a kingdom like this…… For me, who had been an ordinary university student, it was too great an ordeal.

However, I steeled my heart and tried to be positive. I thought that although I might have to live my whole life walking on eggshells around the nobles, it was still better than being a soldier pushed to the front as a human shield or a slave―.

So I tried to live as quiet as a mouse. As a crown prince who wouldn't get on the nerves of the nobility, without bothering anyone. If I could just live in peace, I was willing to hand over the throne to any noble.

Yes, I intended to live quietly like that.

Until I learned of my future.

That is, until I discovered the in which my death was written.