Winter was utterly bewildered by the message.
"...Wait? Huh… What do you mean?"
He looked down and realised that he was entirely naked to his feet. His dragon rod was hanging loose and his entire body was exposed to the chill breeze. No, it was bitterly cold.
"Hah! Damn it! What on earth is occurring?"
The young man wrapped his arms around himself, casting hurried glances about and attempting to discern where he presently found himself.
"Prince Winter, please refrain from this conduct, it is most ill advised!" a coarse voice called out from behind him, accompanied by the advancing sounds of horses.
Winter turned to find three men mounted upon black horses, each adorned with the imperial standard, and there was a fourth steed, a white stallion without a rider, which also bore an imperial flag, albeit one that was distinct in nature.
The man who had addressed him promptly averted his gaze, as did the other two men who appeared to be heavily armed bodyguards, upon beholding his nakedness. It did not take long for Winter to piece matters together, realising that he had most likely entered the body of a prince in another world.
Clearly, this was unlike the tales of fiction in which such portals transported the traveller in their original form to another realm. This one appeared to have conveyed only the soul into the body of another individual, an inhabitant of this world… and it came with a system.
Well, perhaps the word luckily should apply, given that he had transmigrated into the body of a prince rather than that of a commoner. However, that scarcely mattered, for he was uncertain whether he had died while passing through the portal.
If he had not, then where in the world was his original body at present?
'Ugh. I cannot even contemplate that for now.'
Winter stood in a contemplative posture, his hands resting in his brown, curly hair.
When his gaze fell upon the new body, he observed that it possessed the same physique as his original, and even the same proportions.
Oh, not to forget, the same name.
He pushed those thoughts aside for the moment and resolved to go along with this unfamiliar world until he obtained information regarding all that was unfolding. The sole fact he was presently aware of was the name of the land; the Land of Peace.
Everything else remained obscure to him, largely because he had received none of the original memories this body possessed. He simply had to play along with everything.
He walked over to the white stallion and grasped the rein at its neck, then sharply directed his gaze towards the man who appeared to be in command of the other two men, perhaps his adviser or whatever title such individuals bore.
"Where are my garments?" Winter asked in a cold, imperious tone.
The man, who appeared to be in his late forties with greying beard and hair, did not question him, instead instructing the guard to his left to hand over the clothes he was holding.
"Here you are, Sir Bethel."
'Oh. His name is Bethel. Good.'
Bethel dismounted his horse and respectfully handed Winter his clothes. He dressed within minutes, as the attire was simple and suited for a casual outing, then mounted the horse with practised swiftness. This much was well within his capabilities.
After that, he exhaled slowly.
Sir Bethel returned to his own horse and awaited a command from the prince, who remained silent for a minute or two.
Soon, he spoke with grim resolve.
"If you are so certain that you witnessed all I did until now, then recount it to me, Bethel."
This was likely the most astute manner in which to inquire why he had been naked in the first place.
Bethel hesitated briefly, but ultimately answered the royal command.
"Um… Your Majesty, you stated that you desired some fresh air while we were surveying the outer lands, since most of the beasts in this region have already been eliminated. However, you then suddenly divested yourself of your garments and began running wildly, bearing a smile upon your face, and—"
Winter cut him off by raising his hand. He had already obtained the answers he required and had no desire to endure further details of the humiliation he had just been forced to accept.
Just how deranged was this fool?
He felt as though he might retch.
Not to forget the message he had heard within his mind, which he had yet to examine. It spoke of his awakening a Legendary Milf Hunter System. A broad smile spread across his face as he recalled the title. In addition, there had been mention of a quest as well.
'Reveal my quest,' Winter said inwardly.
[Description: Restore the Land of Peace to its former grace, claim dominion over its subjects, and conquer the Royal Queen, who is also your stepmother and the secret last daughter of Poseidon.]
[Reward: New skill, Memory item, (Hidden)]
[Failure penalty: Death]
[The time limit for this quest will be available once you return to the palace.]
Winter's eyes narrowed.
It was a tantalising yet perilous and demanding quest. In particular, the failure penalty was truly harrowing, leaving him with no choice but to complete it by any means necessary. At present, he was unable to ascertain the time limit until he returned to the palace.
Moreover, if he was to embark upon the path of fulfilling this quest, which he undoubtedly intended to do even without regard for the rewards, he would need to return to the palace and gather further information. From what little he had heard and observed, Winter was now aware that this world possessed magic, and not merely that, but also a measure of mythos.
For instance, the Royal Queen he was meant to conquer was the secret daughter of the great Poseidon, and Bethel had also mentioned the clearing of beasts in the outer lands.
"Hm. Interesting," he murmured with a faint smirk.
Bethel was somewhat perplexed, for the prince's gaze settled upon him after those words were spoken.
Winter replied curtly:
"Nothing. Let us return to the palace now. I am finished with my exploration."
"We obey your command, Your Majesty."
The horses immediately turned about, and with resounding cries, they rode out of the flower filled valley and into the woods, heading towards the palace. Unsurprisingly, his legendary rod had already begun to stir at the call of conquering a milf.