The Envoy

I remember walking out of the bathroom.

The oldest memory I could think of was staying in a hotel. I was selected as a representative of our company in a business meeting overseas.

I was getting ready for that day but then...

"Kyakkk!"

I slipped and hit my head.

"My goodness."

I can't help but slap my forehead. It was just a simple accident. Many people slipped and hit their heads afterward but seriously speaking...

"Was that really how I died?"

I am Azaiah Casimir, a citizen of the Mosmoir Empire.

Or is it more accurate to say that Azaiah is the 'current' me?

Back then, I was called Kim Yerim.

Korea. I lived in a place called Korea.

"So that's the whole summary of my past life? How pathetic," I snickered.

It was such a mundane life.

In fact, only one thing made that flashback interesting.

< Replica of Other Worldly Things >

The novel was inspired by the movie Troy.

Two Empires stood at the peak of power in the land of replica users. The Flerick Empire of the West and the Mosmoir Kingdom of the East.

They were natural enemies but the current generation of both Empires was in the middle of making a peace treaty until the heroine showed up.

Glynn.

It's probably obvious what came after that, right?

Glynn, a commoner who lived in the Flerick Empire, suddenly awakens her Holy replica, and the Mosmoir's Crown Prince who fell in love with her at first sight kidnapped her.

But there was a prophecy in the Flerick Empire.

< Once the Holy Maiden awakens, she is to be wed to the Crown Prince. >

If it's still not obvious, the "Saintess" here is Glynn.

Mosmoir Empire's Crown Prince just stole the fiancee of the Flerick Empire's Crown Prince. This caused a long war that lasted for ten arcs and two volumes.

In the end, both kingdoms were ruined beyond repair.

Both Crown Princes died.

Only Glynn lived.

< Fin. >

It's a terrible ending, right? But that's not the only problem. Right now, I can tell who I was in the novel.

I looked at the mirror and saw the ethereal features of my reflection. Suddenly, my memories started to overlap.

< People call her the Winter Queen. >

Sapphire orbs gazed down at the silky white threads that cascaded down my back like gentle ripples of water.

It fitted someone's description too much.

< Azaiah Casimir. >

I'm one of the few respected figures of the Mosmoir Empire despite having a commoner background like Glynn. My replica, Winter season replica, was known for its beauty and destruction. That's how I climbed my way to the seat of an envoy of the Mosmoir Kingdom.

"Still, Azaiah wasn't known in the book for being the Winter Queen. It's because she's the person who found Glynn," I muttered to myself while closing my eyes.

Faint memories of the book popped inside my head.

< Azaiah treated Glynn as her niece and protected her like a knight. >

Eventually, I would die while protecting her. Of course, there's no need to follow that path. I can escape the fate of dying once I leave her be.

However, what would I do after that? Wherever I go won't matter when the war begins. It will swallow up everything. North. West. South. East. There is no safe place.

"My future will only be between dying 'soon' or dying 'sooner' so what's the point of running away now?" I said to myself while grabbing a handful of cold water.

SPLASH!

I dumped it on my face and hoped this was all a dream. But when I opened my eyes, I still saw the same face. Droplets of water dripped from my temples and down to my chin.

Frustrated, I roughly brushed my hair with my hand.

"Damn it! I have to stop the war before it happens."

There was a nagging feeling at the back of my head.

It was telling me that doing so wasn't going to be easy.