All Chapters of The Transmigrator's Mistake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Edwin had not expected Lydia to be bold enough to destroy the royal signet personally bestowed on me by the former king.The veins on his forehead popped with fury as he shouted in rage, only for Alaric's guards to force him to the ground.The maids and senior attendants I had brought stepped forward to help, but the guards did not budge. Instead, they obeyed Lydia's every command."Wow! What a great younger brother I have! Someone, summon Alaric to the inner courtyard!" I was so angry I laughed before I turned to look at the smug Lydia.Since she refused to listen to reason and insisted on slandering me as her imagined rival, I wanted to see who would be left standing in the end. "I would like to see what evidence you have that proves I tried to seduce my own younger brother!"Lydia was the center of attention in the noisy crowd. However, she did not panic at all. Instead, she took a box a maid hurriedly handed to her and opened it before casually throwing it to the ground. Insid

The voices around us fell silent at once, and even Lydia froze. The next instant, her eyes filled with tears as she ran weakly into Alaric's arms with a pitiful sob. "You're finally here, my love! Sylvia is pretending to be the princess and sneaks into the estate so she could get into your bed and seduce you, then break us apart. Please, see justice be done for me!"I staggered to my feet and fastened the cloak my maid handed me. Then, I looked coldly at the two of them, fire burning in my eyes.Alaric's face was pale as he wiped the cold sweat from his brow, yet he still patted Lydia's shoulder to comfort her. "Why would she pretend to be the princess to seduce me, Lydia? Is there some misunderstanding? She is clearly..."Before he could finish, Lydia's sobs cut him off. She glared at me and raised her foot, about to ram herself into a nearby column. "Since you don't believe me, I might as well die and go back to my own world. I don't want to stay in this rotten medieval world anyw

Alaric nodded, his resentful gaze landing on me. "This is Sophia's fault too. When Lydia mistook you for someone else, you should have proven your innocence. Why did you provoke her and make her keep making the same mistake?"His words made me laugh from sheer anger. I raised my hand and pointed at the damaged royal signet on the ground, then looked at the two of them as I gritted my teeth. "I showed my signet from the very beginning, but what did she do? She refused to believe it and even smashed the signet Father gave me."Alaric, is that what you call not proving my innocence? She refused to believe me and decided I was seducing you on purpose. Since when has this become the victim's fault?"Alaric frowned. Then, he looked at me coldly even as Lydia sobbed. "Lydia is usually very gentle. If you had not deliberately used Sylvia's identity to provoke her, why would she have done such things?"After saying that, he looked at my mother before kicking the royal attendant holding Lydi

As I looked at Alaric kneeling there in such a miserable state, I felt as if I were seeing that thin little boy from the past. The same boy who had to please everyone just to eat.Victor and I were blood siblings. When our mother brought him to us as our younger brother, I did not feel much affection for him. All I felt was that it was pitiful for a prince to be bullied by the royal servants.Over time, we grew close. As the three of us grew older together, the bond between siblings grew with us.Alaric had no desire to fight for the throne. Instead, when the other younger princes cursed Victor behind his back while he was still Crown Prince, Alaric stood up for him and fought them. Every time Alaric returned from the Royal Academy, he was covered in wounds. Victor, who had always been gentle on the outside yet cold within, would treat his wounds. As for me, because our father's favor had drawn the other princesses' displeasure, Alaric would speak up in my defense too. Eventually,