Ever since I came to this damn world, there’s one thought that’s always been on my mind.
Am I actually dreaming?
Or maybe, I woke up from a dream.
A young man who lived a plain, uneventful life dreams of becoming the young lady of a fallen noble family.
The young lady of a fallen noble family wakes up from a dream of a young man living a plain, uneventful life.
Is a person dreaming of being a butterfly, or is a butterfly waking up from a person’s dream?
The butterfly dream.
Or, to put it crudely, a freaking messed-up dream.
Either way, it was more convincing than saying some crap about being reincarnated into another world after living a normal life.
And hey, it gave me a bit of hope too.
I may be a worthless human who can’t do something as grand as crossing worlds, but waking up from a dream? That I can do.
Plus, I already know how to do it.
There’s only one way to wake up from a nightmare, after all.
I paused my thoughts for a moment and lifted my head.
The Central Academy.
The grand entrance of His Majesty the Emperor’s shoe display cabinet showcased its majestic presence.
At this moment, I have never been more grateful to that damn Emperor.
He created this societal monstrosity of a facility, keeping nobles and talented commoners tied to the heart of the empire, completely isolated from the world for years.
Thanks to that, I’ve made up my mind.
I am different from her, who clung to her hellish life just because she was afraid of death.
This academy is my final stop.
A year from now, before this day returns, I will die.
I wake from the dream and return to my reality.
Well, can you understand now, Princess?
As always, my mind was calm.
Good news.
At least it’s not a rejection.
