Chapter 19: The White World.
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"Your highness, now that you're done with your agenda, may we PLEASE go back to the capital?" Sir Edmund begged.
By the minute, the poor royal guard felt like he was growing years older due of stress. He could only imagine how much the Captain of the guards will reduce from his paycheck for letting a prince escape from the palace.
The guard's pitiful expression finally touched the heart of the stubborn prince and Deon figured that staying any longer will put too much pressure on a commoner household like George's.
"Then, we shall–"
But Sir Edmund's expectant look changed into panic when Deon's eyes rolled back in his head as he collapsed on the floor.
"YOUR HIGHNESS!" a shrill cry escaped from the bulky guard's lips while hoisting the unconscious prince up.
Inside the Medium, Deon slightly shook his head to alleviate his vertigo.
"UGH… what's happening?"
The young prince recalled that he was talking to his guard when he suddenly felt a strong tug somewhere in his midsection – like a string that he didn't know existed, pulled him out of his shell and sent him tumbling into this white world.
"Wh-where am I?" Deon stood up and turned around, coming face-to-face with a beautiful man who was a good two heads taller than him.
Deon stared at the man in awe. Having never seen anyone as beautiful as that person, Deon wondered if he had somehow come across a deity.
'Whoa… how can someone exude so much masculinity with such a pretty face?'
"Hey, kid." The man casually greeted.
' Huh? His voice sounds familiar!' only then did Deon realize that he was talking to Mikael, his newly contracted partner.
"M-M-Mikael?!" Prince Deon, who apparently left his royal etiquette along with his body, shouted while rudely pointing at Mikael.
"Uhuh. Not very Princely, eh?" Mikael crossed his arms, not impressed by his partner's behavior.
"B-but how?!" Deon stammered.
Mikael smirked as he remembered what happened a few minutes ago...
"What am I supposed to do here?!" Mikael asked no one in particular, as he paced in front of the giant monitor.
'What a shitty contract to imprison the contractor in this empty space' he perfectly summed up his current situation.
Left with nothing to do, Mikael slumped on the floor,
'Haah… the ground's too cold. I wish there was at least a sofa.' He thought, imagining a soft and warm sofa – and POP! a white couch appeared out of nowhere!
Understanding dawned on Mikael's face. Realizing that anything he imagined was possible in this space, he thought about all kinds of things—a bed, a coffee table, a luxurious suit, a pair of premium leather shoes…
POP!
A white bed appeared!
POP! POP! POP!
An ivory table, a white bespoke suit of the highest quality fabric, and a pair of leather shoes made from an albino crocodile popped into existence.
Mikael excitedly wore his new outfit and looked over himself in a white framed mirror.
His sharp pale green eyes and tousled dark brown hair provided a pleasant splash of color to the colorless space.
"Whoa… is this really me?" he muttered in awe, his chiseled face turning in different angles.
It has been so long since he took care of his appearance that he actually forgot that he was an insanely handsome man.
After admiring himself, his gaze landed on the giant screen reflected in the mirror.
He watched the conversation between Deon and his guard.
'Hah! Must be difficult to serve such a stubborn master.' he thought then he remembered the promise he made with the village kids,
"Oh no! you can't leave yet!" he exclaimed. But no one was there to hear his voice.
Suddenly, a system notification appeared.
'Oh, Nice! There's a chat function!' Mikael smiles before answering the system, "Yes."
However, another pop-up appeared, bearing unexpected news.
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"Your highness, now that you're done with your agenda, may we PLEASE go back to the capital?" Sir Edmund begged.
By the minute, the poor royal guard felt like he was growing years older due of stress. He could only imagine how much the Captain of the guards will reduce from his paycheck for letting a prince escape from the palace.
The guard's pitiful expression finally touched the heart of the stubborn prince and Deon figured that staying any longer will put too much pressure on a commoner household like George's.
"Then, we shall–"
But Sir Edmund's expectant look changed into panic when Deon's eyes rolled back in his head as he collapsed on the floor.
"YOUR HIGHNESS!" a shrill cry escaped from the bulky guard's lips while hoisting the unconscious prince up.
Inside the Medium, Deon slightly shook his head to alleviate his vertigo.
"UGH… what's happening?"
The young prince recalled that he was talking to his guard when he suddenly felt a strong tug somewhere in his midsection – like a string that he didn't know existed, pulled him out of his shell and sent him tumbling into this white world.
"Wh-where am I?" Deon stood up and turned around, coming face-to-face with a beautiful man who was a good two heads taller than him.
Deon stared at the man in awe. Having never seen anyone as beautiful as that person, Deon wondered if he had somehow come across a deity.
'Whoa… how can someone exude so much masculinity with such a pretty face?'
"Hey, kid." The man casually greeted.
' Huh? His voice sounds familiar!' only then did Deon realize that he was talking to Mikael, his newly contracted partner.
"M-M-Mikael?!" Prince Deon, who apparently left his royal etiquette along with his body, shouted while rudely pointing at Mikael.
"Uhuh. Not very Princely, eh?" Mikael crossed his arms, not impressed by his partner's behavior.
"B-but how?!" Deon stammered.
Mikael smirked as he remembered what happened a few minutes ago...
"What am I supposed to do here?!" Mikael asked no one in particular, as he paced in front of the giant monitor.
'What a shitty contract to imprison the contractor in this empty space' he perfectly summed up his current situation.
Left with nothing to do, Mikael slumped on the floor,
'Haah… the ground's too cold. I wish there was at least a sofa.' He thought, imagining a soft and warm sofa – and POP! a white couch appeared out of nowhere!
Understanding dawned on Mikael's face. Realizing that anything he imagined was possible in this space, he thought about all kinds of things—a bed, a coffee table, a luxurious suit, a pair of premium leather shoes…
POP!
A white bed appeared!
POP! POP! POP!
An ivory table, a white bespoke suit of the highest quality fabric, and a pair of leather shoes made from an albino crocodile popped into existence.
Mikael excitedly wore his new outfit and looked over himself in a white framed mirror.
His sharp pale green eyes and tousled dark brown hair provided a pleasant splash of color to the colorless space.
"Whoa… is this really me?" he muttered in awe, his chiseled face turning in different angles.
It has been so long since he took care of his appearance that he actually forgot that he was an insanely handsome man.
After admiring himself, his gaze landed on the giant screen reflected in the mirror.
He watched the conversation between Deon and his guard.
'Hah! Must be difficult to serve such a stubborn master.' he thought then he remembered the promise he made with the village kids,
"Oh no! you can't leave yet!" he exclaimed. But no one was there to hear his voice.
Suddenly, a system notification appeared.
'Oh, Nice! There's a chat function!' Mikael smiles before answering the system, "Yes."
However, another pop-up appeared, bearing unexpected news.
"Your highness, now that you're done with your agenda, may we PLEASE go back to the capital?" Sir Edmund begged. By the minute, the poor royal guard felt like he was growing years older due of stress. He could only imagine how much the Captain of the guards will reduce from his paycheck for letting a prince escape from the palace. The guard's pitiful expression finally touched the heart of the stubborn prince and Deon figured that staying any longer will put too much pressure on a commoner household like George's. "Then, we shall" But Sir Edmund's expectant look changed into panic when Deon's eyes rolled back in his head as he collapsed on the floor. "YOUR HIGHNESS!" a shrill cry escaped from the bulky guard's lips while hoisting the unconscious prince up. Inside the Medium, Deon slightly shook his head to alleviate his vertigo. "UGH what's happening?" The young prince recalled that he was talking to his guard when he suddenly felt a strong tug somewhere in his midsection like a string that he didn't know existed, pulled him out of his shell and sent him tumbling into this white world. "Wh-where am I?" Deon stood up and turned around, coming face-to-face with a beautiful man who was a good two heads taller than him. Deon stared at the man in awe. Having never seen anyone as beautiful as that person, Deon wondered if he had somehow come across a deity. 'Whoa how can someone exude so much masculinity with such a pretty face?' "Hey, kid." The man casually greeted. ' Huh? His voice sounds familiar!' only then did Deon realize that he was talking to Mikael, his newly contracted partner. "M-M-Mikael?!" Prince Deon, who apparently left his royal etiquette along with his body, shouted while rudely pointing at Mikael. "Uhuh. Not very Princely, eh?" Mikael crossed his arms, not impressed by his partner's behavior. "B-but how?!" Deon stammered. Mikael smirked as he remembered what happened a few minutes ago... "What am I supposed to do here?!" Mikael asked no one in particular, as he paced in front of the giant monitor. 'What a shitty contract to imprison the contractor in this empty space' he perfectly summed up his current situation. Left with nothing to do, Mikael slumped on the floor, 'Haah the ground's too cold. I wish there was at least a sofa.' He thought, imagining a soft and warm sofa and POP! a white couch appeared out of nowhere! Understanding dawned on Mikael's face. Realizing that anything he imagined was possible in this space, he thought about all kinds of thingsa bed, a coffee table, a luxurious suit, a pair of premium leather shoes POP! A white bed appeared! POP! POP! POP! An ivory table, a white bespoke suit of the highest quality fabric, and a pair of leather shoes made from an albino crocodile popped into existence. Mikael excitedly wore his new outfit and looked over himself in a white framed mirror. His sharp pale green eyes and tousled dark brown hair provided a pleasant splash of color to the colorless space. "Whoa is this really me?" he muttered in awe, his chiseled face turning in different angles. It has been so long since he took care of his appearance that he actually forgot that he was an insanely handsome man. After admiring himself, his gaze landed on the giant screen reflected in the mirror. He watched the conversation between Deon and his guard. 'Hah! Must be difficult to serve such a stubborn master.' he thought then he remembered the promise he made with the village kids, "Oh no! you can't leave yet!" he exclaimed. But no one was there to hear his voice. Suddenly, a system notification appeared. 'Oh, Nice! There's a chat function!' Mikael smiles before answering the system, "Yes." However, another pop-up appeared, bearing unexpected news.
