Prince, Please Leave Work!

[Jin-ah]: Ha!

I dreamed about it for the first time in a long time.

[Jin-ah]: Oh...It's a dream, it's a dream.

She looks at the paperwork around and realizes that she fell asleep at her desk.

'Whenever something bad happened, I've always dreamed of that accident.'

Jin-ah thought as she removed the paper stuck to her face.

[Jin-ah]: Oh boy, the text is smeared.

It might be because of the tears in her eyes and the drool in her mouth. Looking at the time, fortunately, she didn't seem to have slept for a very long time.

[Jin-ah]: I'm going to have to rewrite this.

She gulped down the cold tea to chase away the drowsiness that hadn't gone yet. A pile of papers littered the desk that exuded presence.

[Jin-ah]: I want to drink coffee!

How did I end up doing this?

It's all because of Richard Dietrich von Hesmonia!

Note: Start of 1st POV

I gritted my teeth at the never-ending work. I want to curse him with the anger bottled inside my heart!

However, the moment I get it out of my mouth, I might get dragged into the dungeon.

[Jin-ah]: If only I didn't step up back then.....

I sighed heavily and smoothed my disheveled hair. I didn't even have time to get angry since I need to finish the pile of work in front of me.

[Jin-ah]: Let's get to work

My busy movement resumed.

Note: End of 1st POV

The accident of that day brought me to the Hesmonean Empire.

Three years after coming here, Jin-ah turned thirty.

'I must say that I was fortunate to have received help from the Order of Belenus.'

She was found in a sanctuary where outsiders could not enter.

With the help of Pope Urbano, she was able to be recognized by the Order as a being from another world. Plus, they allowed her to stay in the Order if she has nowhere to go...

At the urging of the pope, they decided to keep it a secret that she was from another world.

Note: 1st POV Start

I didn't ask them why, but after living here, I figured it out naturally. Well, if it weren't for his help, I would have been mistaken for a spy or a witch and my throat would have been blown off.

'Or even worse, be taken by bad guys and be sold into slavery!'

Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine. My hand, which had been scrawling with the quill, became stiffer.

[Jin-ah] Ugh! I want to just type this! Then I finished all of this already!

Life here had become quite familiar, but that wasn't to say it wasn't hard. Besides, how saddened I was to know that there was not a single person in the Order who knew how to go back......

Eventually, I decided to help them with their work and search through the books themself to find a way. As Pope Urbano said, it's thanks to God's arrangement.....Fortunately, I was able to speak works here that I had never learned. Seeing that even ancient books that are difficult to interpret can be read, does this mean God really exists?

If there is, send me back home!

Note: 1st POV end!!

[Jin-ah]: It's different from what was originally written, again?!

Her neat brow furrowed. This is not the first time. She quickly opened the notebook she had used to take down notes the other day.

[Jin-ah]: It's not a simple mistake. It's a bit much......

With her arms folded, Jin-ah pondered. Presently, she is quickly writing down what she wanted to report to the prince. As the work was being finished, footsteps echoed outside the door.

'Is it time for him to come already?!'

Jin-ah hurriedly cleaned up the mess on her desk. Through the door, a man came into view.

The man has dark golden hair as if he'd melted gold well. His outstretched nose, pursed lips, and blazing red eyes met Jin-ah's.

[Jin-ah]: Welcome, Your Highness the First Prince.

[Richard]: Are the materials for this meeting complete?

Richard said as he sat down on the couch in an arrogant manner.

[Jin-ah]: Yes, here's the document you're going to review.

Through the heavy silence echoed the sound of flipping papers.

He glanced at the tea and his face was full of tiredness.

Richard began to tap the armrests as if thinking of something. It was his habit to tap his finger on something when he was thinking. Richard took a sip of his tea and stared at the teacup he was holding.

[Richard]: You're doing a perfect job, but you're not getting any better.

[Jin-ah]: I'm sorry Your Highness. In that sense, wouldn't it be right for someone more capable to complement His Highness?

[Richard]: I pretend that I haven't heard you.

Without the slightest frown, he sipped the bitter tea and said:

[Richard]: What's the afternoon schedule?

[Jin-ah]: Your Highness, I have something to tell you before that.

His hand that is flipping again through the papers stopped. With a suspicious expression, he began to look at her.

[Richard]: What's going on?

After biting her lip and hesitating for a moment, Jin-ah soon met his eyes as if she had made up her mind.

[Jin-ah]: Here.

She gave him a piece of paper with letters written on it.

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