Transmigrated As An Adventuring Prince?![DISCONTINUED]

Ayeeee thanks for the 100 reads! Not much but for a beginner like me this is heaven! I did ask how to write a drunk scene and googled it, but I still don't know how. Have a piece of cake :)

《A.N complete》

It was a great day. As great as the sun could shine! But damn does it hurt eyes.. Therefore!

Every good day has a bad vision.

I'm currently being in this situation...

Let's rewind a little bit back to the Earth's birth.

Flashback

We were at Castral's capital, Alzer in the adventurer's guild. Damian had insisted we go here for the annual fortune gifts.

I say this was bullshit. Why? I'm being coddled by an overly flirty trying-to-get-in-my-pants person. Said person was drunk, like drunk to the brim drunk.

"Wynn~ Have I told you you're rather adorable?", Akira slurred, his hand supporting his head as he stared at me with pretty pink eyes.

"Yes. For the millionth time.", I forced a smile, slapping away his other hand that tried to snake its way to me. Bitch I ain't those types of white lotus, mary sue protagonist! I am the greatest crystal user in this timeline!

Fear me!

The male gazed at me like I was something precious, full of admiration and want. Yet there was this tinge of lust..

This bitch is really good at hiding those things. But I ain't a fool. I've mastered the technique of reading people. He pursued to flash a small grin, making him look more angelic. Damn why is this guy so pretty...

While I was trying to fight off an arm, I could hear the clinking of glass hitting the wooden counter. I paid it no mind however, already occupied with the purplenette trying to hug me.

I wanted to cry out for help, but the fact neither Damian or Tristan is here would help. Damian was out with Linda shopping for equipment, while Tristan was entrusted to be on the lookout for our number. The reason why I didn't included Linda, is the fact that she would not only refuse to help me, but would laugh and try to take memorials of this moment.

Damned halfling. I will get back at you for last time.

I could only sigh in exasperation, too weak to fight off the arms circling around my waist. Akira's face lighted up, although not too much but enough to be noticeable. I mindlessly grabbed a cold glass, downing the drink in less than 5 seconds.

The liquid was thick and sweet, a tolerable amount of sweetness. There was a small hint of vanilla mixed into it as well. I could still feel the thick liquid in my mouth even after gulping lots of times.

I could feel my face burning as my mind grew hazy, my limbs feeling heavier than before. What was that in my apple juice..?

I felt sharp eyes watch my every move, but I paid no mind to it as I tried to cool myself off. The heat was getting unbearable by the second, I contemplated if I could take off my shirt but decided against it.

A hand slither around my body, the cold hand clashing against my overheating self. I shivered at the contrast, letting a relieved sigh fall out of my tongue. Suddenly I felt my neck being grasped lightly, and in shock I released a sound similar to a whine.

"Oh? And here I thought you couldn't make such a sound~", a sweet voice cooed near me, I grew restless trying to make out whoever it was through my blurry vision and haze filled head. Their grasp on my neck tightened however leaving enough room for me to breath.

The small amount of air flowing in and out of my esophagus had me extremely hot and bothered. Instinct kicked in and I opened my mouth to gasp for air, allowing my tongue to slide out of my tongue. Someone hummed at my reaction, lazily brushing their thumb on my Adam's apple.

The heat was killing me, my vision growing dark spot as I tired to stay awake. A cold hand found its way to my face, normally I would have swatted it away. But the chill it radiated cooled my burning face, I leaned into their hand for more.

"Wynn, our numb-"

End of Flashback

Yeah that happened. I didn't remember who it was during my drunk state but their voice sounded familiar and comforting. Anyways, I woke up with a massive migraine, the world around me contorting into a gravity crazy place.

I tried to slowly walk my way to the bathroom, however with my wobbly legs I couldn't even try to stand up. Relax. Keep your breathing calm. You're fine. You're fine.

While I tried to reorient my head, thoughts flew in and out of my ear. It's been a while since I've been drunk.

Once my vision was restored, I immediately stood up and walked towards the bathroom. The small room had only a sink, a tub and a bowl. The floor wasn't the cleanest but tolerable to walk on. I twisted the tap and cold water poured out of the hole graciously.

I gathered some of the flowing water and splashed it across my face. I repeated the process a few times until I was certain my face was refreshed completely. I observed the room after exiting, recognizing the interior.

Polished wooden floorboard with white silvery walls, a single luxury looking bed with two mediaeval lamps hanging by the bed. I noticed a note but the tableside, flipping the paper to see what was written.

-

If you're reading this Wynn, me and the rest have gone equipment hunting once again. Tristan told me you were knocked unconscious by a bottle of whiskey. Honestly, you should be more aware of your surroundings and what you do, it reflects on who you are. We'll be back by noon, therefore do not go searching for us mindlessly.

Damian-

-

I couldn't help but chuckle at his slight scolding, noticing a bowl with an almost round shaped thing in it. I grabbed the thing, feeling a hard yet breakable texture. It looks like a fortune cookie.. They have fortune cookies here? Eh whatever.

I cracked the cookie open, a thin note displayed inside. I turned the note over, a well written bold note displaying itself.

"
𝔸 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖. 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕓 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝.
"

The fuck?