A faint warmth spread over Leon's body as his mind slowly drifted back to consciousness. His eyelids fluttered. His body ached, but the unbearable pain from before had faded.
Somewhere nearby, a soft, feminine voice spoke.
"He is waking up."
The same voice he heard before fainting.
Leon's eyes cracked open, adjusting to the dim light. His surroundings came into focus—a small, worn-out room. The ceiling was cracked, the stone walls rough and unpolished. The furniture, what little there was, looked old and barely functional.
"So it wasn't a dream…" he muttered under his breath.
This wasn't his home. This wasn't his body.
"What wasn't a dream, master? Are you okay?"
Leon turned toward the voice.
Seated beside the bed was a young woman—and she was breathtaking.
Her figure was curvaceous and full, with wide hips and a pair of heavy, natural breasts barely concealed by thin, worn-out fabric. Her skimpy dress looked more like a rag than real clothing, doing little to cover her creamy, supple skin. The loose neckline sagged low, exposing deep cleavage, while her toned thighs peeked out from under the short hem.
But what truly caught Leon's attention was the pair of white, fluffy ears twitching atop her head.
A beastkin?
She had long silver-white hair cascading down her back, striking violet eyes, and soft pink lips that parted slightly as she looked at him in concern.
"I am fine, Selene. Just had a headache," Leon said, piecing together the name that surfaced in his newly inherited memories.
Her fluffy ears perked up at his words. "Are you sure, master? You were screaming in the middle of the night and then fainted."
"Yeah, I'm sure. Just a little headache. You can go now."
Selene hesitated. Her delicate brows furrowed, eyes filled with worry. But after a brief pause, she nodded and left the room without another word.
As the door shut behind her, Leon let out a long sigh and fell back onto the bed.
"Hah~ What did I do to deserve this?"
He rubbed his temples. His body still felt weak, and his mind was still processing everything.
"Even if I had to transmigrate… couldn't I have at least gotten a proper prince's body?"
His lips twisted in frustration as he took in his surroundings again—a cold, barely furnished room that looked like it belonged to a low-class noble at best.
"Not a damn backwater prince in some poverty-stricken dump."
Yeah, you read that right. I transmigrated into a medieval fantasy world called Azeryth.
A world without modern technology.
No internet. No entertainment. No worldly cuisines.
And that's not even the worst part.
I transmigrated into a demon prince.
Sounds cool, right? Royalty? Power? A throne waiting for me?
Wrong.
The title of 'prince' is just for show. The condition of demons in this world is beyond terrible.
Humans dominate this world. They have swordsmen who can cut mountains, mages who can rain fire, and healers who can bring back the dying. All because they are blessed by the gods. Every human has the potential to awaken powerful abilities.
And non-human races? They have no gods. No divine blessings. They are barely tolerated.
And demons? We are at the bottom of the food chain.
Unlike in stories where demons are evil masterminds bent on world domination, the demons here aren't inherently wicked. They're just proud and arrogant. So when the Human Emperor demanded the Demon King surrender and become part of his empire, he refused.
At the time, demons weren't weak. Even without divine blessings, they fought toe to toe with humans.
Then the Hero appeared.
A broken existence.
Unmatched strength. Master of every weapon. Magic beyond comprehension. Regeneration that made him nearly immortal.
Against that kind of monster, demons never stood a chance.
Within decades, the Demon Kingdom collapsed.
And just a month ago, the last Demon King, Xandor Vaelgrim—my father—was slain by the so-called Hero.
Now, I—Leon, the last demon prince—am left hiding in the deepest, most barren part of demon territory, alongside the last remnants of my race.
No army. No resources. No power.
And I am supposed to fix this.
Now, I—Leon, the last demon prince—am left hiding in the deepest, most dangerous part of demon territory, alongside the last remnants of my race.
At most, 100 demons remain. Only a handful of retainers still serve me. A kingdom reduced to scraps.
The woman who just checked on me? Selene. A fox-kin from the Nine-Tailed Fox lineage, though her bloodline is so thin she only has three tails and can, at best, evolve to six tails. She's my personal maid and, technically, the head maid.
Hah~ who am I kidding? She's the only maid I have.
"Sigh… what a miserable life."
I leaned back, staring at the cracked ceiling of my so-called "royal chamber."
"My life on Earth was a thousand times better than this."