Clicking and clacking, the sound of a keyboard being hit continuously is ringing on my ears every day.

Phone calls by phone calls, my co-workers accepted it with polite tone even though the veins on his foreheads are surfacing, they dealt with it appropriately.

Exhausted sigh leaked out from my mouth while cracking my neck. Loosening the tie on my neck, I leaned backward on my chair.

With vacant eyes, I looked at the ceiling and recalled my carefree high school lifestyle.

How envious….

If only I can turn back the time, I would've like to spend my time being carefree and no need to work. Sleeping, eating, reading manga, and novel… What a detestable way of living!

"Thanks for your hard work, Yami-san!"

I am Katou Yami, 27 years old, single. Whenever I pass by kids in elementary and middle schoolers, they would from time to time call me 'Ossan'.

I wonder, do I really look like an old man now even though I'm still in my late twenties? This great me, that looks like a male Idol, that girls would flock around me just to take a picture? (*From Imagination)

"Uhm… Excuse me! Can we take a picture please?"

As I was walking in a spot where cherry trees are blooming, a girl approached me and requested to take a picture.

'See? I told you didn't I? I am popular with the girls!'

I brushed my hair sideways and flashed a dazzling smile as I accepted their request.

"It can't be helped. I'll take a picture with you!"

The girl flashed an innocent smile that can melt anyone from her adorableness. Katou Yami's ears turned red as he blushed.

"Thank you, Oji-san!"

Is what she said while handing me her camera and hurriedly went to a cherry tree where her friends are and then took a pose.

"We're okay here, Oji-san! You can take a picture now!"

Holding the camera, Katou Yami stared at the girls speechlessly with his mouth open wide.

Katou Yami swallowed the bitterness in his heart as he took the pictures and then went back home devoid of his soul.

Staring at the ceiling while hugging the blanket, Katou Yami thought to himself.

'I don't have any ambition or a goal. What am I supposed to do now? Tomorrow, it's back to normal again. Working till I exhaust myself then going home and sleep… I'm done with this life. I don't want to live anymore.'

Katou Yami let out a long sigh and closed his eyes to sleep while thinking that tomorrow he will have to finish that stacked documents left on his desk.

Suddenly, he heard some noises. Opening his eyes irritably, He saw people kneeling on the ground while looking at him with extreme fear.

What is going on here? Where am I? Arg… why, I'm so sleepy again…

Then Katou Yami, now a baby, breathed evenly and slept innocently.

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"Yo-your Majesty! Wh-what was that just now?!"

Holding to an innocent child, the King's hand trembled while the Queen covered her mouth in shock. The king didn't know what to do as he threw the baby in the air.

Cries of shock echoed in the room while the Queen reflexively jumped on her bed catching the child in her arms.

The Queen is still exhausted in giving birth and thus weakened. The muscles on her legs gave away as she dropped on the floor while still holding the child in her arms.

"Maria!"

"Your Majesty!"

The King and the Ministers hurriedly went to help the Queen while exclaiming in shock.

The maids went stiff and were terrified by the events that were happening.

Meanwhile, the Queen was breathing haphazardly. The King worriedly held her in his arms.

"Maria! Are you okay?!"

"Your Majesty! Please don't move excessively for a while! You just gave birth thus weakened. Please prioritize your well being!"

The Queen, Maria, carefully glared at the King while yelling in reproach.

"What were you thinking?!! You could've killed our son!!!"

"This thing is no child of mine!!! Didn't you see what happened earlier?!"

The King retorted.

"'Thing' you say?... H-how could you?! He is still our son!"

"No! I won't acknowledge him as my son! Hear me! Three days from now, this thing shall be executed and not a single word of him even his name shan't be written in the annals of my Kingdom!"

The King flapped his cape as he made way to the exit, following him are the ministers who are looking back with deep disgust.

"N-no way!... Please reconsider, husbaaanndd!"

Tears filled the face of the Queen as she covers her face with her hands while she despair.

'No! I won't hand over my child! Never!'