The life that was full of emptiness, suddenly changed, At first he couldn't understand what had happened, The last novel of the library that he read last night now— that fictional world is his reality.
Among the seventy-one books in the orphanage library, The Chronicles of Lady Sarah was the first novel Aeon entered.
He had been shocked—confused and disoriented, with no clue how or why he had been pulled into its world. But questions had to wait.
Survival came first.
Using the knowledge he had from reading the story, Aeon adapted. Slowly. Quietly. He learned the rules of the world, the faces behind the names, and the hidden cracks in fate.
And in time, he began to change it.
But that was only the Beginning .
The Chronicles of Lady Sarah told the story of the imperial princess of Vereska—Lady Sarah van Lascey—and how she destroyed her own kingdom.
She was once seen as the heart of Vereska: soft-spoken, gentle, and endlessly kind. A princess who cared deeply for her people, her land, and her crown. The citizens adored her, proudly declaring, "She is our princess." They would have given their lives for her.
And yet, she repaid their love—not with loyalty, but with ruin.
Only I, Aeon, knew the truth—the truth behind why the beloved Lady Sarah did what no one ever imagined.
What she felt.
What she endured.
The weight of her circumstances.
The pain that drove her to betray the kingdom that adored her.
I knew it all.
And I used that knowledge to survive in her world.
It had been two years since I came into this world.
Here, I was no longer Aeon. I had become Noil—a mere bellboy in the royal palace, serving the third prince of Vereska, Lucas van Lascey. Among the five royal children, Lucas was known as the most incompetent. The second son of the king, and third in line, he was overshadowed by all his siblings. His jealousy and inadequacy festered until it soured into rage.
He was never considered a worthy successor to the throne. Mocked by his peers and ignored by the court, Lucas turned his frustration inward—taking it out on his subordinates, his servants... and I was one of them.
But Lucas had his own story.
And I, Aeon—now Noil—was trapped in the world of The Chronicles of Lady Sarah, the first of the seventy-one books in the orphanage library.
I was caught in a dilemma. The kingdom was doomed to ruin, and my master, Prince Lucas, was despised by nearly all of Luminiya. But I knew this story. I had read its ending. I knew the pieces behind the curtain. And so, to survive—and to change fate—I used every ounce of that knowledge.
I helped Lucas clean his tarnished image. I guided him in using his title to forge connections with hidden characters and long-lost allies. And in time, I reached her—the woman who shone like the sun, the one destined to bring ruin: Lady Sarah.
Lady Sarah van Lascey. The radiant daughter of King Marcus. The light of Vereska.
The Chronicles of Lady Sarah was her story—of how the kindest soul in the kingdom would become its greatest destroyer. She was beloved, adored by the people, a beacon of hope. They would chant her name in pride: Our princess. And yet, she was the one who brought the kingdom to its knees.
Only I, Aeon, knew why.
I alone understood what forced her hand. The betrayal. The grief. The impossible choices. She never intended to destroy Vereska—but circumstances left her no other path.
Her downfall began with her eldest brother, Karl van Lascey.
Karl was perfect: in politics, swordsmanship, ethics, leadership. He was the heir everyone expected. But all of that changed when Sarah was chosen as the Saintess of Paraciss—the Sun God. Her light outshone his, her popularity grew. The people's love began to shift.
Fearful of losing the throne, Karl sought forbidden magic. He made a pact with darkness. He schemed in silence, manipulating his siblings as pawns. He cursed Lucas, the third prince, haunting him with visions and branding him a criminal. He turned Karlo and Loran, the fourth and fifth princes, into undead abominations. And ultimately, he used forbidden rituals to turn the citizens of Luminiya into the walking dead.
Sarah had no choice. To save the world, she had to destroy her own.
But I changed that future.
I saved Prince Lucas from his death. I freed Karlo and Loran from the curse. And at the very end, I stood beside Princess Sarah, preventing her from razing the kingdom she loved.
Now, in the Tower of Luminiya, Sarah and I stood before the ruined body of Karl, who had perished in battle—a war between holy light and corrupted magic.
I took a breath, blood still in the air.
"Everyone is safe now, Princess," I said.
She smiled gently. "Yes, they are. It's all thanks to you, Noil. Because you believed in me."
As I looked at her, I thought, This world is saved. But… what about me?
Sarah approached and touched my shoulder. "What are you thinking? It's time to go."
"Sure," I replied softly.
A month later, the grand halls of the imperial palace echoed with celebration. King Marcus stood tall at the altar of power.
"I am honored to welcome you all on this joyful day," the king announced. "Today, I step down from the throne and place the future of Vereska in the hands of the one who saved it—my daughter, Sarah."
The people erupted in cheers. The streets were filled with flowers and dancing children. Joy spilled from every window.
Sarah ascended the steps to the throne and sat as Queen of Vereska.
From the back of the hall, I—Noil, the bellboy of a forgotten prince—watched in silence. Our eyes met across the distance.
"Congratulations, my Queen," I whispered.
Sarah's eyes sparkled as she smiled at me.
She rose from the throne, silencing the crowd with her presence.
"This kingdom wasn't saved by me alone," she said. "It was saved by our soldiers, our citizens, and my brothers. But above all, there was one person who never gave up. Who walked beside me through fire and never lost faith."
Her gaze found me again.
"Noil, come forward."
I froze. Then, slowly, I stepped out and knelt before her.
"He stood by my side when no one else did," she declared. "And for that, I name him Duke of Homoniya."
Shock rippled through the hall. I could only stare, wide-eyed, as she smiled and said, "You deserve it."
Later that night, I walked the palace halls alone, the weight of her words still echoing in my ears.
At a window, I paused. The moon glowed above the quiet city.
It's glowing… not like the orphanage, I thought.
I returned to my chambers, laid down with thoughts of Saint Ellian, the library, and the forgotten city of Virelya.
And when I opened my eyes—
The golden throne, the cheers, her smile...
All of it was gone.
I was lying on the cold wooden floor of the orphanage library.
The same dust-covered books.
The same silence.
As if nothing had ever happened.
As if it was all just a dream.
But I remembered everything.
I had lived an entire life... and now I was back where it all began.