Chapter 3. The princess's aspirations for the second time in her life
"Do you know what the flower language of Belladonna is?"
My sister's voice that rang in my ears was as gentle as an angel, but soon it became the most vicious thing in the world.
"Ah, you're finally dead?"
In an instant, I came to my senses.
"Rosie! Why?"
I felt a sense of betrayal. It was only then that I realized something was wrong.
'Surely, was this the purpose from the beginning?'
The moment I opened the poison bottle, I felt like I couldn't resist drinking it.
Now that I think about it, it was clearly a seduction spell.
‘Rosie, you are the last royal family chosen by Michael. But why bother?'
A thought crossed my mind.
For Michael, the existence of Rosenit was ultimately a prisoner of the imperial family who kept him alive because of the 'Philosopher's Stone'.
It was just that.
If there is only one prisoner, it becomes difficult to deal with a situation where Rosenit betrays or is unable to continue the lineage.
Therefore, Michael would have needed insurance.
'Michael locked me in a bedroom in a cage, not in a dungeon.'
Maybe he was trying to keep me incarcerated from the beginning and use me as a replacement when the time came.
My sister's voice that rang in my ears was as gentle as an angel, but soon it became the most vicious thing in the world.
"Ah, you're finally dead?"
In an instant, I came to my senses.
"Rosie! Why?"
I felt a sense of betrayal. It was only then that I realized something was wrong.
'Surely, was this the purpose from the beginning?'
The moment I opened the poison bottle, I felt like I couldn't resist drinking it.
Now that I think about it, it was clearly a seduction spell.
‘Rosie, you are the last royal family chosen by Michael. But why bother?'
A thought crossed my mind.
For Michael, the existence of Rosenit was ultimately a prisoner of the imperial family who kept him alive because of the 'Philosopher's Stone'.
It was just that.
If there is only one prisoner, it becomes difficult to deal with a situation where Rosenit betrays or is unable to continue the lineage.
Therefore, Michael would have needed insurance.
'Michael locked me in a bedroom in a cage, not in a dungeon.'
Maybe he was trying to keep me incarcerated from the beginning and use me as a replacement when the time came.
Rosie has a strong desire for exclusivity
'There's no way she can tolerate this.'
Everything became clear.
'Today is my execution day, the method of execution was decided to be beheading, and everything that Michael said that he would carry out was a lie! Rosie made me so scared that I lost my judgment and drank poison!'
It was ironic.
The judgment that I had lost due to the fear of death returned only when I crossed the threshold of death.
'It was all a trap. How can this happen? How! How!'
I struggled with feelings of betrayal and anger.
It was a moment when I felt a sense of injustice that I could not close my eyes to even if I died.
My eyes opened brightly as if it were a lie.
OMG!
The tears that had accumulated under my eyelids began to flow, and I opened my eyes to see a familiar ceiling.
‘Bedroom, spitsal?'
I was greatly embarrassed.
'What, what? Wasn't I dead?'
While I was so shocked, my heart ached as if it was going to burst.
This vivid feeling, almost like pain, was paralyzed by the poison of belladonna.
It was something the heart could not give.
Alive. Clearly, I am alive and not dead.
''I'm not dead...?"
The voice was also normal. The vocal cords, which had been damaged by the poison, also functioned properly.
It seemed certain that I was alive.
My breathing calmed down to some extent and my body, which had been constantly shaking, became calm.
But my mind still had a shock to deal with.
‘Well, what about this place?'
It was a familiar room, but it was not the room where I had been confined, nor was it the room that 25-year-old me had been using.
It wasn't even the room I used.
A room decorated with wine-colored wallpaper, dark walnut wood furniture, and gray silk drapery.
This room, reputed to be the darkest and dreariest in the imperial palace, was the room where I stayed until I turned 23.
'What? What? Why am I watching this again? The room is gone? After moving in the year of production, it has been used as a warehouse.'
I looked at the ceiling with a stiff face and thought.
'Uh, um, yeah. Let's calm down. It doesn't seem like a dream or a fantasy... I can't believe this. It can't be like that, right? I may have gone crazy in prison because I went back to the past and fantasized over a hundred times that I could do well.'
First of all, I decided to start the work of confirming the truth with the highest possibility that I was not in my right mind.
I used my minor in magic to focus my mind and feel the mana around me.
'I don't think it's illusion magic.'
'There's no way she can tolerate this.'
Everything became clear.
'Today is my execution day, the method of execution was decided to be beheading, and everything that Michael said that he would carry out was a lie! Rosie made me so scared that I lost my judgment and drank poison!'
It was ironic.
The judgment that I had lost due to the fear of death returned only when I crossed the threshold of death.
'It was all a trap. How can this happen? How! How!'
I struggled with feelings of betrayal and anger.
It was a moment when I felt a sense of injustice that I could not close my eyes to even if I died.
My eyes opened brightly as if it were a lie.
OMG!
The tears that had accumulated under my eyelids began to flow, and I opened my eyes to see a familiar ceiling.
‘Bedroom, spitsal?'
I was greatly embarrassed.
'What, what? Wasn't I dead?'
While I was so shocked, my heart ached as if it was going to burst.
This vivid feeling, almost like pain, was paralyzed by the poison of belladonna.
It was something the heart could not give.
Alive. Clearly, I am alive and not dead.
''I'm not dead...?"
The voice was also normal. The vocal cords, which had been damaged by the poison, also functioned properly.
It seemed certain that I was alive.
My breathing calmed down to some extent and my body, which had been constantly shaking, became calm.
But my mind still had a shock to deal with.
‘Well, what about this place?'
It was a familiar room, but it was not the room where I had been confined, nor was it the room that 25-year-old me had been using.
It wasn't even the room I used.
A room decorated with wine-colored wallpaper, dark walnut wood furniture, and gray silk drapery.
This room, reputed to be the darkest and dreariest in the imperial palace, was the room where I stayed until I turned 23.
'What? What? Why am I watching this again? The room is gone? After moving in the year of production, it has been used as a warehouse.'
I looked at the ceiling with a stiff face and thought.
'Uh, um, yeah. Let's calm down. It doesn't seem like a dream or a fantasy... I can't believe this. It can't be like that, right? I may have gone crazy in prison because I went back to the past and fantasized over a hundred times that I could do well.'
First of all, I decided to start the work of confirming the truth with the highest possibility that I was not in my right mind.
I used my minor in magic to focus my mind and feel the mana around me.
'I don't think it's illusion magic.'
I carefully got off the bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror. And I almost screamed.
'Oh my God!'
In the mirror, I saw myself looking to be in my late teens at most.
I couldn't believe what I saw with my own eyes, so I groped my face.
While I was touching my cheek, which had lost some breast fat, a lime blonde with roughly braided hair caught my eye.
The unsophisticated and messy hairstyle is due to my concentration on alchemy research when I was young.
It was something I wore when I couldn't be bothered to take care of my hair.
It was too delicate to be an illusion magic that someone had cast.
At this point, I couldn't come up with a hypothesis.
'Are I back to my childhood?'
It seemed like what I had dreamed about and regretted after hitting the ground in prison had really come true.
‘I don’t feel it. It would be a good idea to ask Master when I meet him.'
This was not a problem that could be answered just because I thought about it.
Time regression is a realm of miracles that goes far beyond the realm of magic and alchemy.
For something like this, only a wise person would be able to get a clue.
The opportunity at hand was more important than worrying about a lack of productivity.
I loosened my braid hair and looked straight into the mirror.
‘This is reality. So what should I do first...?'
The amber eyes reflected in the mirror sparkled strongly.
'I should become the Crown Princess.'
When I had finished clearing my mind to some extent, a maid with light brown short hair came in through the door.
It was Cedella, my exclusive maid.
''You woke up early, Your Royal Highness, did you sleep well?''
''Ah, Cedella. Good morning. Today is so...''
''Yes? What is it?''
''You look young.''
''Really? I guess the honey pack I used last night worked well.''
Seeing the rejuvenated Cedella was enough.
I decided to fully accept the reality that I had returned.
First of all, it was urgent to find out exactly when it was.
I took a sip of strong black tea and asked Cedella.
''Cedella, do I have any important plans this week?''
''There is nothing in particular this week. Instead, next week is important because it is the week of the 16th birthday of Her Highness the 8th Princess Rosenit.''
I happened to hear the name of my half-sister who urged me to poison myself.
My face seemed stiff, but I immediately thought '16th birthday'.
My attention was focused on this part.
When my half-sister, who was born a year earlier, said that she was two weeks away from turning 16, it meant that I was now 17 years old.
I was 25 years old when I died, making me 8 years younger.
''Wow, that's amazing.''
Cheering was an unreasonable act for a Princess, but Cedella smiled as if she understood.
''Yes. It's an amazing day. The Princess and the Prince's 16th birthday is special. Because the sixteenth birthday is special.
When you turn sixteen, there is a 'selection ceremony' where you choose your own direct Homunculus knight, right?''
''Oh, that's right..''
''The selection ceremony is the flower of the imperial palace event and the greatest romance. Choosing someone to share the relationship between the military and God, forged in the soul. I think it's a very important day.''
''Uh, yes.''
My answer had no soul. As I remember, Rosenit changed the knight she had chosen when she was sixteen in three years.
It was none other than to put Michael in his place.
In the past, I would have poured cold water on her by responding in a critical tone as soon as the selection ceremony was mentioned.
But it was different now that I had returned. I let Cedella continue chattering.
''I heard that homunculus who had been trying to get their face stamps lined up since the beginning of this year because they wanted to become knights under Her Highness the Eighth Princess. Well, since Her Highness the 8th Princess is praised as the White Rose of the Empire, it would be a great honor to become her direct knight. What is the White Rose of the Empire? It must be the Belladonna of the Empire.''
''Yes? Huh? Why are you talking, Cedella?''
I asked back slyly, lifted the handle of the teacup, and took a sip of the tea.
Little finger raised up
It was very elegant.
''Oh, no, I heard a funnier story than that. In fact, Her Highness the 8th Princess already has a homunculus appointed as her direct knight.''
''Who is that?''
''It's a homunculus called Sylvestian. Do you remember the unique silver-haired homunculus in the front row at the parade earlier this year? That knight.''
''Haa.''
The information that came out of Cedella’s mouth was true.
In fact, the homunculus knight that Rosenit chose at the age of sixteen, used for three years, and then cruelly abandoned, was a man named Sylvestian Millad.
Certainly, he was the most suitable decoration for Rosenit, now called the White Rose of the Empire.
Although he is recognized for his abilities because he is excellent at both swordsmanship and magic, he is unusual for a homunculus with mostly dark hair color.
This is because he has bright silver hair.
In any case, to the royal family, the value of a homunculus as a decoration was greater than its ability, so silver hair was highly rare.
'But how did Cedella know something that I didn't know in my previous life?'
I was interested in how Cedella knew information about Rosenit's selection ceremony.
''Cedella, where on earth did you hear such a story?''
''Hadelun Times.''
''Ah, that gossip."
It was a yellow newspaper famous for reporting on the private lives of the royal family with provocative titles.
I put my hand on Cedella's shoulder. I asked seriously, looking at Cedella who was nervous.
''Do you have a regular subscription to that?''
''Yes? Yes....''
''Great. If you have anything important to say in the future, please let me know. It will be very helpful."
"Ah yes! I am glad to be of help to you. I will read diligently.''
Cedella thought she would be scolded for looking at something useless, but when she received looks of encouragement, she seemed happy.
I put the teacup to my mouth and smiled bitterly.
In my last life, I wondered if I was just scolding my maids like an overly strict teacher.
It's because I started reflecting.
‘Let’s live this life unconditionally and flexibly. It's no longer enough to live alone like a wise man in the corner of a room.'
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