"Don't go."
The voice that seemed about to break was pitiful.
Michael was beside me and said, 'That's so disgustingly weak!'
While I was feeling indignant, I, whose heart had become weak, sat down in my chair again.
'Oh, without me knowing.'
Then Rosenit unwrapped her arms from around her knees, lifted her head, and put one hand down to rest on the bed sheet.
“Not there, but here.”
“Oh, yes.”
I moved to my seat as Rosenite had ordered.
It's become an intimate relationship. Feeling weird, I remained awkwardly still on the seat.
Rosenit turned to the side and looked at me intently.
I felt the gaze on my cheek was very stinging and uncomfortable.
The time we spent sitting in our respective positions without even making eye contact just kept getting longer.
'Why the hell did they get me, and why did they get me?'
The uncomfortable silence felt like torture. I felt a surge of regret.
Then Rosenite called me again.
“Sister.”
When I looked back, there were ruby-colored eyes. I took a deep breath for a moment.
Rosie hasn't slept well for days and she's been through something so shocking.
The person's eyes could not have been normal. The eyes were dull and unfocused.
It had a slightly sour taste as if it represented Rosenite's condition.
'What, what is it? Her eyes are scary. Is she crazy already?'
“I didn’t poison my sister.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“But they keep saying that I poisoned my sister.”
“It seems there was a misunderstanding around you. But it’s all resolved now. Just forget about it..."
“How could I forget! I keep having those dreams!”
Suddenly, Rosenite screamed. I froze in surprise.
“What? A dream?”
I asked again, wondering if I had misheard. The answer was the same.
“Yes, dreams. I keep having dreams about poisoning my sister.”
Michael wasn't the only one who dreamed of his past life. Even Rosenite's dream seemed to focus on the last part of me, which was marked by depravity.
Ambroxa's dream showed a distorted image. But Rosenite's
It would not be an exaggeration to say that my past life was twisted in itself. It would have been enough to just show it as it was.
Now I think I understand why Rosenite collapsed so helplessly yesterday.
In this situation, certain words were good for appeasing the other person.
“Rosie, the nightmare is..."
I opened my mouth, but couldn't say anything else. I couldn't say it in front of Rosenite.
It was because I couldn't even say in empty words that a nightmare was just a nightmare.
Rosenite noticed this keenly. Her poisonous eyes looked straight at me.
“Do you think I would poison you, sister?”
"That..."
“Don't say no. Don't lie to me!”
Rosenit shook her head and shouted. I was overwhelmed by the momentum.
“Yes. I won’t say no.”
“What?! Is that true?! Did you think I was going to poison you? How could you do that?”
I was wondering what she meant.
'Let's just assume that's the case because she's not in good condition.'
However, there's one thing I wanted to point out.
“But why do you keep speaking informally to me?”
“...I didn’t speak informally to you.”
“Yes, let’s say that’s true.”
Back to the main topic, Rosenite asked again at a rapid-fire pace.
“...So you did that on purpose.”
“Of course, me, my other sisters, my brothers, we got along great, and honestly, you know why I did it.”
“Is it easy?”
“No! It’s easier than brother Rubens!”
“Then why did you do that?”
Before we knew it, our conversation had become one of honest confessions about the past.
"And?"
“We’re perennials!”
It was a familiar phrase. Like Brigitte, Rosenite seemed ready to say anything.
I didn't expect logic, but isn't this a bit much?
I spoke in a tone of disbelief, then quickly shut my mouth.
'Oops.'
The person in front of me was a mentally unstable child.
Unless you're going to fight, it's better to hold off on rational conversation. So I responded soullessly.
“Yeah, I guess that could be the case..."
“Yes! A royal family member with no talent in magic or alchemy. Do you know how hard it is to monopolize Father's favor?”
“That must have been really hard. But then why didn’t you just monopolize it..."
“I have to monopolize it! I’m pretty! And not just pretty, I’m the prettiest in the empire!”
I'm starting to lose track of what she's saying.
Rosenite was very moody. She would scream aloud, pretend to be sorry, and whine again.
“It’s all in the past. I haven’t been mean to you lately.”
"Yes...?"
“Why are you pretending not to know? My sister said you won’t touch the social circle and won’t create a situation where we’ll be compared. Hey, I’ve become a better person too!”
“Yes, what...?”
“During the martial arts festival, my older sister was popular and it was a bit like that, but during the masquerade festival, seeing my sister trying to protect my reputation made me want to get along with you too!”
“Well done... were you trying to see me?”
“I don’t know, so I’m asking. How much did I spend on the carriage ride here with my sister? I talked to you a lot! I'm not that kind of person by nature. I'm pretty, so even if I just stay still, people around me talk to me on their own and set the mood! I’m so pretty, but I worked so hard!”
“Pretty... Yeah, right..."
What a concluding remark, this was truly baseless talk.
'Hey, you try it once!'
I felt a little upset for a moment but managed to calm myself down.
That was when.
“I never thought of feeding it anything like poison. But why did my sister collapse in front of me and startle people like that?"
How should I react when faced with Rosenite at this moment?
It became unknown. Unlike the glaring eyes and questioning words, the tip of the nose turned slightly red.
Because the sobs were leaking out.
'What, what is it, kid?'
Her bright ruby eyes were wet and tearful.
I felt a sense of cognitive dissonance and felt very uncomfortable as I looked at Rosenite.
It got weird. My emotions and thoughts became so complicated that I felt like my head was going to start to fever again.
That was when I, not knowing what to do, just stood there quietly watching Rosenite.
“Your Highness the 7th Princess.”
Sylvestian called me softly and asked me secretly.
“Please, Your Highness..."
The aftermath was predictable.
'Ah, am I comforting her?'
I reluctantly raised my right hand. My palm barely touched the crouching Rosenite’s back.
Up until this point, it was so hard that I had to take several deep breaths. But next to me was Sylvestian.
He was sending me a look that said, “Go to the next step quickly.” I had no choice but to move my wrist.
Tsudamtsudam.
My touch made Rosenite's back flinch. I reacted again.
In the sudden startle, the crouching back began to tremble slightly.
“Ugh!”
Soon a voice burst out, full of emotion.
“My, ugh, I, ugh! Uh, uh... How much, oh! How much... I was worried because you collapsed!”
I was shocked by the word worry. Soon after, Rosenite clung to my arms.
“Oh my, sis!”
'OMG?!'
My whole body froze.
Michael almost responded by drawing his sword.
But Rosenite just cried and cried without a care in the world.
“Wah! Ugh! Sis, uh! Ugh! I’m going to die, sob! I knew it!”
“Ro, ro, ro, Rosie?”
“Hmph! Uuuh! Startle people! Ugh!”
'I, I'm holding Rosenite! Me! Rosenite!'
Shock and confusion struck me. I tried to regain my senses in the midst of it all and repeated.
'Calm down, Evienrose. Don't worry, she wouldn't be...'
Absolutely not. I'm just worried about damage caused by a misunderstanding or something like that...
But Rosenite didn't give me a chance to complain.
“That’s right, ugh! You pretended to be dead to scare people, and then, ugh! Like this, keung! You’re fine... ugh... Ugh, I'm relieved.”
After worry, the word “relief” came out. At this point, my mind started to become confused.
“Are you Rosie?”
“Ugh?”
“Is that Rosenite Nadia Hadelamide? She’s not like that.”
“...Sister, please.”
Rosenite's eyes narrowed immediately.
It was true. Looking at those poisonous eyes, it seemed like it was her.
A direct question also came out from Rosenite's side.
“Sister, you are! Are you Eve? Why did you change like this, huh?”
"Yes?"
At this point, the real Rosenite said, rubbing her nose.
It seemed like she was talking about the time before the regression. I was definitely a fool back then.
“It was obvious that I was weak, but I was pretty, so I was like other people.
“My sister used to love me so much, so why did you change like this?”
It was impossible to answer that question because I had been poisoned and returned.
I, the silent person, seemed to have found my own answer to Rosenite.
“Oh, right... Right... Now that I think about it, it seems like that homunculus was the problem.”
“Huh? What?”
Before I knew it, Rosenite's ruby-colored eyes were turned towards Michael.
Michael flinched and I was startled.
'Ah, no, why are you looking at our Michael with such scary eyes again!'
Rosenite muttered in a gloomy voice.
“No, that’s..."
“What the hell is wrong! Tell me. Is it him, that homunculus?!”
At that time, Rosenite's eyes had a slightly sour look.
The voice that seemed about to break was pitiful.
Michael was beside me and said, 'That's so disgustingly weak!'
While I was feeling indignant, I, whose heart had become weak, sat down in my chair again.
'Oh, without me knowing.'
Then Rosenit unwrapped her arms from around her knees, lifted her head, and put one hand down to rest on the bed sheet.
“Not there, but here.”
“Oh, yes.”
I moved to my seat as Rosenite had ordered.
It's become an intimate relationship. Feeling weird, I remained awkwardly still on the seat.
Rosenit turned to the side and looked at me intently.
I felt the gaze on my cheek was very stinging and uncomfortable.
The time we spent sitting in our respective positions without even making eye contact just kept getting longer.
'Why the hell did they get me, and why did they get me?'
The uncomfortable silence felt like torture. I felt a surge of regret.
Then Rosenite called me again.
“Sister.”
When I looked back, there were ruby-colored eyes. I took a deep breath for a moment.
Rosie hasn't slept well for days and she's been through something so shocking.
The person's eyes could not have been normal. The eyes were dull and unfocused.
It had a slightly sour taste as if it represented Rosenite's condition.
'What, what is it? Her eyes are scary. Is she crazy already?'
As I pondered, Rosenette blushed even more and vented her frustration.
“Yeah, I know.”
“But they keep saying that I poisoned my sister.”
“It seems there was a misunderstanding around you. But it’s all resolved now. Just forget about it..."
“How could I forget! I keep having those dreams!”
Suddenly, Rosenite screamed. I froze in surprise.
“What? A dream?”
I asked again, wondering if I had misheard. The answer was the same.
“Yes, dreams. I keep having dreams about poisoning my sister.”
Michael wasn't the only one who dreamed of his past life. Even Rosenite's dream seemed to focus on the last part of me, which was marked by depravity.
Ambroxa's dream showed a distorted image. But Rosenite's
It would not be an exaggeration to say that my past life was twisted in itself. It would have been enough to just show it as it was.
Now I think I understand why Rosenite collapsed so helplessly yesterday.
In this situation, certain words were good for appeasing the other person.
“Rosie, the nightmare is..."
I opened my mouth, but couldn't say anything else. I couldn't say it in front of Rosenite.
It was because I couldn't even say in empty words that a nightmare was just a nightmare.
Rosenite noticed this keenly. Her poisonous eyes looked straight at me.
“Do you think I would poison you, sister?”
"That..."
“Don't say no. Don't lie to me!”
Rosenit shook her head and shouted. I was overwhelmed by the momentum.
“Yes. I won’t say no.”
“What?! Is that true?! Did you think I was going to poison you? How could you do that?”
I was wondering what she meant.
'Let's just assume that's the case because she's not in good condition.'
However, there's one thing I wanted to point out.
“But why do you keep speaking informally to me?”
“...I didn’t speak informally to you.”
“Yes, let’s say that’s true.”
Back to the main topic, Rosenite asked again at a rapid-fire pace.
“Why on earth would you think I'd poison you? Why would I do that? What? Sure, I've been mean to you in the past, I'll admit that.”
“Of course, me, my other sisters, my brothers, we got along great, and honestly, you know why I did it.”
“Is it easy?”
“No! It’s easier than brother Rubens!”
“Then why did you do that?”
Before we knew it, our conversation had become one of honest confessions about the past.
“I'm not good at alchemy, so I'm trying to be popular, and I don't want to be like my sister, who is good at alchemy but doesn't do anything to be popular. And... ”
“We’re perennials!”
It was a familiar phrase. Like Brigitte, Rosenite seemed ready to say anything.
“If I don't push her down first, I'll be compared to alchemy.”
“No, that's some kind of paranoia..."
I spoke in a tone of disbelief, then quickly shut my mouth.
'Oops.'
The person in front of me was a mentally unstable child.
Unless you're going to fight, it's better to hold off on rational conversation. So I responded soullessly.
“Yeah, I guess that could be the case..."
“Yes! A royal family member with no talent in magic or alchemy. Do you know how hard it is to monopolize Father's favor?”
“That must have been really hard. But then why didn’t you just monopolize it..."
“I have to monopolize it! I’m pretty! And not just pretty, I’m the prettiest in the empire!”
I'm starting to lose track of what she's saying.
Rosenite was very moody. She would scream aloud, pretend to be sorry, and whine again.
“It’s all in the past. I haven’t been mean to you lately.”
"Yes...?"
“Why are you pretending not to know? My sister said you won’t touch the social circle and won’t create a situation where we’ll be compared. Hey, I’ve become a better person too!”
“Yes, what...?”
“During the martial arts festival, my older sister was popular and it was a bit like that, but during the masquerade festival, seeing my sister trying to protect my reputation made me want to get along with you too!”
“Well done... were you trying to see me?”
“I don’t know, so I’m asking. How much did I spend on the carriage ride here with my sister? I talked to you a lot! I'm not that kind of person by nature. I'm pretty, so even if I just stay still, people around me talk to me on their own and set the mood! I’m so pretty, but I worked so hard!”
“Pretty... Yeah, right..."
“But you say you hate me! Now that I think about it, maybe you still have the old days on your mind? How can a person have such a long tail with such a mean thing?”
'Hey, you try it once!'
I felt a little upset for a moment but managed to calm myself down.
That was when.
“I never thought of feeding it anything like poison. But why did my sister collapse in front of me and startle people like that?"
How should I react when faced with Rosenite at this moment?
It became unknown. Unlike the glaring eyes and questioning words, the tip of the nose turned slightly red.
Because the sobs were leaking out.
'What, what is it, kid?'
Her bright ruby eyes were wet and tearful.
I felt a sense of cognitive dissonance and felt very uncomfortable as I looked at Rosenite.
It got weird. My emotions and thoughts became so complicated that I felt like my head was going to start to fever again.
That was when I, not knowing what to do, just stood there quietly watching Rosenite.
“Your Highness the 7th Princess.”
Sylvestian called me softly and asked me secretly.
“Please, Your Highness..."
The aftermath was predictable.
'Ah, am I comforting her?'
I reluctantly raised my right hand. My palm barely touched the crouching Rosenite’s back.
Up until this point, it was so hard that I had to take several deep breaths. But next to me was Sylvestian.
He was sending me a look that said, “Go to the next step quickly.” I had no choice but to move my wrist.
Tsudamtsudam.
My touch made Rosenite's back flinch. I reacted again.
In the sudden startle, the crouching back began to tremble slightly.
“Ugh!”
Soon a voice burst out, full of emotion.
“My, ugh, I, ugh! Uh, uh... How much, oh! How much... I was worried because you collapsed!”
I was shocked by the word worry. Soon after, Rosenite clung to my arms.
“Oh my, sis!”
'OMG?!'
My whole body froze.
Michael almost responded by drawing his sword.
But Rosenite just cried and cried without a care in the world.
“Wah! Ugh! Sis, uh! Ugh! I’m going to die, sob! I knew it!”
“Ro, ro, ro, Rosie?”
“Hmph! Uuuh! Startle people! Ugh!”
Colorful sounds emanated from the Imperial White Rose's nose and mouth. My chest pockets thickened with wetness in response, but that was a small matter for now.
Shock and confusion struck me. I tried to regain my senses in the midst of it all and repeated.
'Calm down, Evienrose. Don't worry, she wouldn't be...'
Absolutely not. I'm just worried about damage caused by a misunderstanding or something like that...
But Rosenite didn't give me a chance to complain.
“That’s right, ugh! You pretended to be dead to scare people, and then, ugh! Like this, keung! You’re fine... ugh... Ugh, I'm relieved.”
After worry, the word “relief” came out. At this point, my mind started to become confused.
“Are you Rosie?”
“Ugh?”
“Is that Rosenite Nadia Hadelamide? She’s not like that.”
“...Sister, please.”
Rosenite's eyes narrowed immediately.
It was true. Looking at those poisonous eyes, it seemed like it was her.
A direct question also came out from Rosenite's side.
“Sister, you are! Are you Eve? Why did you change like this, huh?”
"Yes?"
At this point, the real Rosenite said, rubbing her nose.
“You used to be weak to me, like my father, you let me be mean or do things wrong, you nagged me, but you always let me win.”
“It was obvious that I was weak, but I was pretty, so I was like other people.
“My sister used to love me so much, so why did you change like this?”
It was impossible to answer that question because I had been poisoned and returned.
I, the silent person, seemed to have found my own answer to Rosenite.
“Oh, right... Right... Now that I think about it, it seems like that homunculus was the problem.”
“Huh? What?”
Before I knew it, Rosenite's ruby-colored eyes were turned towards Michael.
Michael flinched and I was startled.
'Ah, no, why are you looking at our Michael with such scary eyes again!'
Rosenite muttered in a gloomy voice.
“I think you've changed since you took that homunculus under your wing. You weren't always like that, but you just cut me off like a knife, and... is right, too, isn't it, because of that knight?”
“What the hell is wrong! Tell me. Is it him, that homunculus?!”
At that time, Rosenite's eyes had a slightly sour look.
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