Love for the Unsaved King

When I opened my eyes, there was a giantess before me. My body could not move freely. It seemed I had taken up residence in the mind of a newborn. A parasite, one might say. He was unaware of my existence. Since birth, he had been by my side—a prince. After that, he grew steadily, and died young amid the chaos of war. I harbored no sadness. His tyranny was evident, and I knew he was not a king worthy of praise. And yet, the boy who had been with me since birth, even as a squatter in his mind, met a cruel end. Against that fact, I harbored anger. Therefore, I made a wish. O Heaven, grant him—grant us—one more chance to start anew.