Early morning.

Frank Imperial City, Frank Empire.

This was the most splendid and prosperous city in the heart of the Phil Continent, and adventurers’ favorite place to explore.

Countless races made their homes here, and countless traditions and fields of knowledge collided, sparking fiercely wherever they met.

Even in the depths of night, Frank Imperial City still blazed with light and bustled with life.

At the heart of Frank Imperial City stood a magnificent castle, built entirely of blue-shining gold and white quartz. It was home to the Sacred Rite Clan, rulers of the Frank Empire. The clan possessed a unique affinity for the light element, unmatched anywhere on the Phil Continent, and their power was immense. Their deeds were often passed down and remembered by people everywhere.

So the most exalted members of the Sacred Rite royal bloodline lived at the top of the castle.

Every morning, if you were lucky, you might see the King of Frank—the clan chief of the Sacred Rite Clan, Ailante—standing on a platform atop the castle, holding his adorable little princess, Elina, as they gazed out over the prosperous city.

The little princess Elina had long, silky golden hair and a pair of beautiful sapphire-blue eyes. Beneath her pert nose were soft pink lips, and her skin was as smooth as milk and as tender as a baby’s. She was as pure and beautiful as an angel.

But that wasn’t what made her truly special. Ailante’s wife, Alaya, was the chief of the Snow Cat Clan, a race of beastfolk from the north of the Phil Continent. So, just like her mother, our little princess Elina had a pair of adorable cat ears and a cute tail. As a result, the people of the entire Frank Empire doted on the little princess, who was so cute she made you want to commit a crime.

Unfortunately, today she wasn’t in her father’s arms on the platform, gazing out over the city. Today was the day the Frank Empire marched to war.

The Anya Empire lay to the east of the Phil Continent, ruled by the Night Elf Clan. They possessed a unique power to command the dark element, which meant they were natural enemies of the Sacred Rite Clan, who wielded light.

The two elements were inherently opposed, and that opposition had led to many large-scale wars. Over time, the two clans had come to bear an unerasable hatred for each other.

The current King of Frank, Ailante, was an eighth-rank swordsman with a ninety-two percent affinity for the light element. His strength placed him among the top ten on the continent. Having learned from the lessons and experience of his ancestors, he had formally declared war on the Anya Empire.

But war was cruel. Even though the Frank Empire was far more powerful than the Anya Empire, Ailante couldn’t guarantee he’d make it back alive. So little Princess Elina had been left behind in the castle of Frank Imperial City, where she could live in peace and safety.

But today, something about her was a little different…

“Thump!”

Elina stared at her stunning reflection in the mirror, her eyes full of anguish. She pounded the soft pillow with her little fists and cried, “Heaven has done me wrong! Heaven has done me wrong!”

You might not understand why sweet, innocent Elina would do something so utterly deranged to a pillow.

But you’ll understand soon enough. This story begins a few minutes earlier…

In a neat, tidy office, an editor was sorting through some documents. Seated across from him was a failed author with disheveled hair.

“Editor, just give me one more day, okay? I’m almost onto an idea!” the failed author pleaded desperately.

“Sigh… Fine. One last day. I hope you can come up with an outline. I’ve got something to take care of, so head home for now. Bring me the outline tomorrow,” the editor said with a sigh.

The failed author nodded excitedly, bowed to thank him, then hurried toward the elevator to go home and write the outline.

He’d promised the editor he could finish the outline in a day, but in truth, he had no confidence at all. He did have a few ideas, but they were tiny compared to the scale of the whole world. These days, you could get into serious trouble if you didn’t plan a novel carefully, so the outline had to be solid.

The failed author let out a sorrowful sigh. He’d just have to go home and do his best, and see if he could get the outline written.

As the failed author focused all his attention on thinking through the outline, he slowly made his way to an intersection. He waited quietly for a few seconds. The light turned green, and he started across—right into the path of a scooter with a modified engine.

The failed author went flying more than ten meters.

The end.

But before he died, his life flashed before his eyes. He remembered the magnificent journey from having no parents to making it this far. At sixteen, he’d had a lovely girlfriend—his first love. He was so sorry…

Wait, what? He woke from the dream. He was an ultimate sage—where would he have gotten a girlfriend?!

He’d had a first love, at least. She’d even sent him an invitation when she got married.

The failed author gave a bitter smile. His life had been utterly unremarkable, so he might as well go. He hoped his next life would be more comfortable and carefree. Wouldn’t it be great to transmigrate into his own book as an invincible harem-protagonist or something?

Ha. But that was just wishful thinking. How could something like that actually happen?

The failed author closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the first thing he saw was a gorgeous crystal chandelier. The white curtains beside it were slightly parted, and bright sunlight fell on a pair of stunning pale-blue eyes, stinging them a little. Elina rubbed her eyes sleepily and stretched without thinking.

“Meow~”

“Wait, why did I just meow?! And where is this place, meow?!” Elina turned her head and cried out in surprise.

After a few seconds of looking around in confusion, Elina finally came to one conclusion.

She’d actually transmigrated!

The strange thing was, she had no memories of the body’s original owner—only her own. She didn’t know the slightest thing about this world.

She was in a pink room. The white blanket within reach was soft and comfortable, and the bed stood against the wall in the center of the room, surrounded by silver gauze curtains. There was a vanity nearby, and a huge wardrobe not far to the left, probably for storing clothes. To the right stood tall French windows, offering a view of the beautiful scenery outside. This place was nothing like her filthy little hovel. It looked more like the home of a princess of high status.

A princess’s home…

A home…

A flicker of confusion crossed Elina’s pale-blue eyes. With the fingers of her left hand, she twirled the golden hair hanging beside her ear. Her right hand trembled as it reached down for a firm grip—but it caught nothing but air. Her little buddy was gone!

And why did she seem to have an extra body part behind her…?

She could even make it sway…

How strange…

She had a bad feeling about this, meow~

Whatever. She’d go take a look in the mirror in a bit.

So, what she knew so far was that she’d somehow transmigrated, but she’d become a girl. Judging by the color and feel of her hair, and her smooth, pale skin, this body belonged to an absolutely gorgeous girl, meow~

What a tragedy.

He’d been a virgin for over twenty years, and after finally transmigrating, he’d never get to chase girls again. Worse, now that he was a beautiful girl himself, someone else would be chasing him.

I don’t want some other guy pinning me down and having his way with me! I want to be the one making moves on beautiful girls, meow~

How did my path to becoming an invincible harem protagonist turn into a princess’s path to marriage, meow~?

But there was no changing what had happened…

The light slowly faded from Elina’s eyes. In despair, she collapsed onto the soft bed and lay there without moving.

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