The Borderland Diary of the Banished Prince and the Witch in the Tower

The sixth prince of the Morgan Kingdom was pushed into a well and drowned. The person pulled out was someone else.

The transmigrator opened his eyes to a dirt-poor frontier town: three hundred residents, two broken watchtowers, a flour mill ready to fall apart, and a dry well with no visible bottom.

The old steward said, "Your Highness, it wasn't like this before you fell into the well."

He thought, Of course it wasn't. The person who used to be here is dead.

The well water glowed. Ancient writing was carved into its walls. Anything dropped into it disappeared.

He tried putting in a piece of bread. That night, a voice spoke in his dream: Received.

From then on, he managed the unwanted frontier town while sending supplies to whatever lived in the well. Iron, magic stones, medicinal herbs. The other side accepted everything he sent.

"Iron."

"Not enough magic stones."

"You're injured."

"How do you know?"

Silence. Then: "I can feel it."

He didn't know who was on the other side, until a white-haired, red-eyed girl appeared reflected in the well water.

She was a witch, imprisoned in the White Witch Tower deep beneath the well.

Break through one level, and he gained a power. Send her supplies once, and she lived another day.

The Church was hunting her. His eldest brother was plotting against him. In the capital, nine royal children vied for the throne, each harboring their own schemes.

But he only wanted to take care of one thing first.

Could the witch lady, who spoke as if she were writing a report, say a couple more words?

"No."