[Translator – Peptobismol]
Chapter 0 – Prologue
I’ve transmigrated as a supporting character in a classic royal fantasy novel.
The story follows a hero who, along with his companions, overcos various hardships and eventually defeats the Demon King, restoring peace to the world.
Most cliche transmigration stories involve the transmigrated character using their knowledge of the original sotry to ddle. They hijack the protagonist’s plot, steal the heroine, and ultimately change the ending while spouting nonsensical lines like, “I just wanted to live quietly.”
But that’s just garbage.
Twisting and defiling an already complete original story is unnecessary.
And besides, it’s much better for both and the story if the protagonist follows the original path.
My greatest weapon right now is knowing the original story of the orthodox route. Changing it myself would be akin to suicide.
It’s much better for everyone if the original protagonist defeats the Demon King as intended and ushers in a peaceful world, living quietly.
So, I lent my support. I fought alongside the protagonist and his companions, risking my life.
“Once again, your words were right on point, Dian.”
“Could it be that Dian is a prophet?”
“If it weren’t for Dian, I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.”
The protagonist and his companions trusted , and I trusted them in return.
And so, we were able to finally reach the Demon King.
“Dian, thank you for everything.”
The protagonist, with a determined expression, spoke as we stood before the Demon King.
“If I die here, make sure Celine can safely return to her hotown…”
“Don’t say strange things. Just do as I instructed. Then everyone can survive. Do you trust ?”
“Yeah. I trust you. If I don’t trust you in this world, who else can I trust?”
“Good. Let’s go then.”
The battle was fierce, with several close calls, but the Demon King was defeated with his body being split in half, just as it was in the original.
We returned safely, and the continent regained peace.
With rewards of great wealth, titles, and territories bestowed upon us, amidst the grand welco celebration, I quietly packed my belongings and left the palace.
“Dian! Dian!”
As I stepped onto the bridge leading out of the palace, enjoying the warm breeze of a spring night, I heard soone calling from behind.
Turning around, I saw the protagonist running towards .
“Dian! You were here!”
“What’s up? Why has the main character of the celebration left midway?”
“I couldn’t see you, so I ca to find you. But…”
The protagonist glanced at the bag slung over my shoulder and asked.
“What’s that? Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving. I have nothing else to do here.”
“You’re leaving…? What does that an? And you have nothing to do?”
I smiled at the protagonist’s puzzled expression and explained.
“The Demon King is dead, and there’s nothing left for us to fight for. So, I have nothing to do. Of course, you and the others will be busy in the future.”
“You talk as if it’s soone else’s affair, Dian. Don’t you have a position offered by the Emperor? Are you really going to refuse?”
“Yeah. I’m not cut out for administrative work. Being tied to one place feels suffocating. So, I’m leaving.”
At that, the protagonist asked seriously.
“Is this also a decision made by foreseeing the future?”
“Hahaha! No, nothing like that. I don’t have the power of prophecy. I just want to live quietly now.”
“Live quietly? But you…”
“That’s why I returned the titles and territories. I don’t want to be bound by the duties of nobility.”
“I see…”
The protagonist stared at for a while, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Is that so…”
After a mont, the protagonist nodded slowly with a sowhat subdued tone.
“If that’s what you want, then so be it. You’ve never been wrong before.”
“I’ve been wrong many tis. Well, anyway… It’s ti to say goodbye. Thank you for everything, and be happy.”
I patted the protagonist’s shoulder and turned away.
“Dian!”
Just as I took a few steps, the protagonist called out to stop .
Turning back, I saw the protagonist wearing that familiar, serious yet innocent expression.
“If, by any chance, I ever need your help again…”
The protagonist hesitated before continuing.
“Will you help as you have always done?”
Looking at the protagonist, I smiled and replied.
“Of course.”
The protagonist’s face lit up with joy.
“Thank you, Dian! For everything, and for the future!”
Waving goodbye to the teary-eyed protagonist, I left the bridge.
Everything went according to the original story. The Demon King was dead, and peace returned to the continent.
As for the story after the ending, even I don’t know. So, I can’t be of any more help.
Now, I’ll quietly live with what I gained from the Demon King’s subjugation.
It could be considered the best ending fitting for a transmigrated supporting character.
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Ten years later.
“Dian, could you help with sothing?”
“Oh, this is a bit…”
[Translator – Peptobismol]
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