Shameless Transmigration: I turned everyone on!

Honey Bro

Frozen Milk couldn't act recklessly, so he just nodded his head.

It was fine, Frozen Milk had trust in his characters that this could be settled and no one would be hurt. He wanted to avoid violence to the best of his abilities. The image of his precious characters recovering because Frozen Milk acted recklessly and tried to save Prota alone was still vividly engraved in his mind.

Frozen Milk never wanted to see them hurt again.

"Put them on," Vil's order surprised the soldiers. They were even more stunned because the crown prince listened to an unknown man.

Frozen Milk told Prota to let him down. Prota only reluctantly complied. Afterwards, each of them were handcuffed before they were finally able to enter the castle.

The castle was already massive from the outside and everyone apart from Vil wondered just how in the world the trees could carry this weight or how in humanity it was possible to build this on trees.

Once inside the castle, the handcuffed group was led by the poor soldiers who trembled while Vil walked behind them. The hallways were twice the size of Vil's mansion. It was covered in gold and the ground was a red carpet. However, nothing hung on the walls. It was an empty and sad sight.

In the mayor's mansion every empty space that could be filled was plastered with his daughter's face yet here it seemed like not a single soul resided in the castle.

Frozen Milk found it too sad and lonely, he wished he could turn back time and write a happy background story for each of his characters.

The hallway was long and about every few metres, there was a door or another hallway. They took a few turns until they stopped in front of a large door- no, was it a gate?

Either way the humongous entrance to the throne hall was opened and inside the hall, on a majestic and sole seat in the entire place, sat an exceptionally handsome youth.

If that youth could be described as the sun and sky, then Vil was the moon and night. They were polar opposites. One shone brightly in beautiful light and the other one was dark and mysteriously attracting.

Frozen Milk was perplexed as he knelt in front of this youth who presented himself as if he was the king of the nature side. The youth moved on the chair and he supported his head with his hand. His honey locks fell over his face and he just smiled as he looked at the subservient position of Vil.

"It's been a long time, my dear brother," his voice was also smooth. If Frozen Milk had to describe this person in one word, it would be honey.

And this honey just called his villain 'dear brother'. Oh dear brother, oh dear brother my ass! Where did this honey brother come from? Illegitimate? Complex? Spawned just like the presence?

Glimpse Water nudged Frozen Milk. Frozen Milk's eyes met his and screamed, violently raged, 'I also have no idea! Don't fucking ask me! Who knows how the old king magically was able to get a mother-son without my permission! And he doesn't even look anything like Vil! Are you sure it wasn't yours?'

Glimpse Water's eyes didn't want to lose this unfair battle and defended, 'I don't know father! It ain't me! Can you please trust me a lil more? I feel hurt! Do my looks pale in comparison to his?'

Paled! Paled! Completely paled!

However, Frozen Milk had to admit this honey brother's look were quite sticky and thick on the eyes, Glimpse Water was more simple and easier to look at. If he had to choose, he would say Glimpse Water was miles better.

"Did you miss me?" this honey was exceptionally arrogant.

"Stop this farce and return what you've stolen."