Chapter 134

"I truly never imagined that there could be so many people in this world who look so remarkably alike," Princess Miller remarked with a sigh after seeing Lei Mingchuan off. Throughout the entire Mistra Dynasty, there were already four individuals who appeared almost identical: Crown Prince Trexi, Prince Kvir, Prince Charlie, and a scientist named Cole. Including Lei Mingchuan, that made five. Aside from Trexi openly acknowledging that Cole was, in fact, himself, the remaining four seemed like brothers from the same family at different ages, distinguished only by their hair, eyes, and temperaments.

"Are you curious? It is perfectly normal for us three brothers to look exactly alike; Cole was always the exception. As for Lei Mingchuan, that is merely a coincidence. After all, it is quite natural for a similar-looking person to appear every hundred years or so. You must realize that human civilization has spanned at least 6,000 years. In all that time, it is impossible for every individual to be entirely unique, without a single resemblance to someone from another world. It is a paradox of quantity; as long as the numbers are large enough, similarities are bound to occur." Because Miller seemed reluctant to leave, Trexi was currently looking for a room for her to stay in. However, this place was neither an inn nor a hotel, so where would one find spare rooms for them to choose from?

"Why not just stop making things so complicated? I'll just stay in your room," Miller said after wandering around for several turns, finally choosing to give up. Yet, the request she made was one Trexi found difficult to accept. "If I were a playboy, I would certainly accept. However, I am your imperial brother—even if we aren't blood-related. I'm afraid I cannot agree to that."

"Oh! What are you afraid of? Are you worried people will say you are unrefined?"

"No. In my domain, 701, nothing can be used without my permission, so no evidence could ever be left behind." Trexi seemed entirely indifferent to such concerns. "However, there is another bed in my room. If you don't mind, it wouldn't be a problem."

"Another bed?" Miller asked curiously. At that moment, Trexi arrived at his quarters. With a retinal scan, the door swung open, and Miller finally saw that Trexi’s room was incredibly opulent—a quintessential aristocratic setup, equipped with every imaginable luxury. "You can sleep here. As for clothes, I have prepared a few sets for you. I still have work to attend to, so I must get to it." Having led Miller to his bedroom, Trexi walked toward the room behind his own.

Upon opening the door and taking a brief glance, Miller couldn't help but sigh. A Crown Prince is truly a Crown Prince; even his room followed such a standard, rigid configuration. "I didn't want it this way, but they insisted that a Crown Prince should have such a setup, so I had no choice but to let them do it," Trexi said, closing the door behind him. Miller decided to look around Trexi’s room. "Still, I get the feeling this room is rarely used." After a quick survey, she realized the room was far too tidy; the ink and pens on the desk were virtually untouched, and the tissues by the bedside table were still in their original packaging.

Entering the bathroom, she noticed there were almost no water stains on the floor. It was strange, too, for a Crown Prince’s quarters to be devoid of even a single maid. In the royal palace, nearly every noble was accompanied by a personal attendant or butler. The only unusual detail was that the clothes Miller needed had already been laid out. "That’s strange. How could he have prepared my clothes in advance?" Although suspicious, Miller decided not to dwell on it.

Several dozen minutes later... "I didn't expect this outfit to fit so perfectly. How did he know my size?" After her bath, Miller changed into the clothes Trexi had prepared. It had to be said, the attire was quite worthy of a princess of her standing. But, "It has been so long, what on earth is he doing?" Approaching the door of the other room, Miller quietly pushed it open, unexpectedly revealing a narrow gap.

One had to wonder—this was the room of Crown Prince Trexi, yet there were surprisingly no security measures in place.