How did I even manage that? First I ended up in someone else’s world, saved a kid from a killer—only for it to turn out he was an exiled prince. Then I got stuck in a monastery for three years to “restore” a memory I wasn’t even losing. And now I’m dragging myself behind an army, pretending to be a monk who writes chronicles.
It would’ve been better if I hadn’t helped that boy and ruined my life in the process: behind me—an enraged fiancé from whom I’m hiding; ahead on horseback—a brave commander, every eligible girl’s dream.
So what do I do? Keep searching for a way home—or sink into the eyes of the ironic Duke E?