Kevin's POV One Last Chance Isekaied

Being crowned the Swordsman Prince felt unreal. Beautiful women—warriors, legends—were drawn to me as if I were the sun. Their eyes spoke a language I understood; they’d never encountered anyone like me before. I refused to be like those slobs who treat women as mere decorations. I saw worth in them, a rarity to be admired and protected.

Yeah... I could get used to this.

But still, a part of me missed Aroan. He’d probably short-circuit at the sight of all this beauty—the sweet, awkward nerd he is. Strong-hearted yet utterly inexperienced in this world. Maybe that's why I kept envisioning him at my side. Everyone has to start somewhere, right? I hoped one day he’d grow strong enough to protect me for a change.

Time was on my side. Or so I thought.

Today was supposed to be ceremonial—formal and important. I was buzzing from too much sugar and praise, having just delivered a rehearsed speech about unity, ambition, and family. Empty words, polished lies. Before I could catch my breath, I found myself shoved back onto my throne.

“Ah, what the hell…” I muttered, confusion clouding my mind.

And then I felt it.

A woman’s leg pressed against me—there she was. Light blue eyes locked onto mine, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. Sandra.

“Hmmm,” she purred, leaning closer. “What does our Swordbringer think he’s doing?”

My thoughts evaporated. Heat flushed my face as embarrassment settled in. Public chambers, royal audience, and she had me pinned? This was insane.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the sounds you make,” she whispered, grinding just enough to get her point across.

I clenched my jaw, biting back every instinct. I was a prince, not a teenager.

“Not here, Sandra,” I hissed, nudging her shoe away. “My chambers. Tonight.”

She laughed, finally releasing me, her hips swaying deliberately as she walked away—slow, taunting, relentless.

“Oooh, yes, senpai,” she teased. “I’ll behave… until then.”

The other women giggled, and my stomach tightened. This life—this luxury—felt suffocating. I needed air, distance, reality.

As I pushed past the red curtains, my phone was already in hand, desperate for distraction while the system reloaded. I hoped for a moment of quiet.

That’s when I heard a choking gasp. I looked up to see Sandra limping toward me, her face contorted in fear and agony. Blood soaked her hands and dress. “Help me…” she cried out.

Without a second thought, I threw my phone aside, even if it broke; her life mattered more than my trivial distractions. “Oh my God, Sandra, no! Hang in there!” I pleaded, focusing my green eyes as I summoned my powers, feeling the magic surge through my veins.

Screams erupted around us—the sickening sound of bones cracking as bodies collided with the walls like ragdolls. I placed my hand on Sandra's neck, feeling the warmth of her life force flickering. I’d do anything to see someone survive; this was my duty, not just a task. “I won’t let you die, I swear it…” I promised, forcing more magic through my body, watching as her wounds slowly stitched themselves back together.

But chaos exploded around me. I could barely make out the dark figure that was slicing through my women with merciless speed, leaving them bloodied and defenseless. Each scream echoed my failure, weighing down on my chest like a leaden anchor. Just as I was about to carry Sandra to safety, an assassin loomed over me, her purple katana slick with the blood of my allies and harem.

Fear jolted through me, and my healing magic faltered. Sandra gasped, her gaze shifting toward the looming threat. We both understood the grim reality—we were in deep trouble. “I told you I’d be back, Roman. Good night. Scream for me like the little coward you are,” she hissed, and before I could react, she struck me with a deep gash, leaving me choking on my own blood.

Dying hurt more than I had ever imagined. They say death is painless, but this agony felt unbearable. Who had I angered so deeply? This assassin's skill was lethal, and I couldn’t even remember why she despised me. All I could see was darkness closing in.

“Ah… wake up, you idiot. Try again…” A robotic female voice resonated, accompanied by the sound of machinery powering up. What? A new safe file? Was this my last chance?