I didn't expect to die that day. Honestly, I was just on my way to the convenience store to buy limited edition matcha Pocky.
A truck veered off the road, time slowed down, and boom—I was out.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a bed that definitely cost more than my entire apartment back on Earth. Silk sheets. A chandelier. A mirror that reflected someone who clearly hadn't suffered through 17 years of acne and anime marathons.
Then the maid walked in.
"Prince Richter, you're awake! Thank the gods—your magic rampage knocked out half the east wing again…"
I blinked. "Prince… who now?"
Cue two hours of screaming (on my part), crying (also me), and explaining (mostly the maid, bless her).
Apparently, I'm now Prince Richter von Eldegrast, third son of the Demon King, destined to destroy the Hero at the end of this world's story.
There's just one tiny problem with that.
I don't want to destroy anything.
I want to open a café.
A quiet, cozy one with hand-ground beans, fresh pastries, and a magical cat at the counter.
So yeah. That's the plan.
…Except the Hero just enrolled at the same elite academy I'm going to.
And my demon butler keeps handing me assassination reports I didn't ask for.
And the princess I'm supposed to betray is asking me if I "wanna hang out this weekend?"
This might get complicated.
But first… I need to learn how to make a proper cappuccino.