Thinking like that, I carefully walked into the basement, recalling my memories of that day.
The basement entrance I arrived at was like that.
However.
'This smell...'
The pungent smell of iron, which I had smelled before, was vibrating all the way up the stairs.
I covered my nose and mouth with my hands at the strong smell that came rushing in.
'It smells like blood.'
Is it an illusion that it feels more intense than when I first took charge?
An ominous sensation gripped the back of my neck.
But that doesn't mean I can just come this far and go back.
I steeling myself, went down the stairs one step at a time.
Finally, when I reached the end of the stairs.
Splash
The floor seemed to be filled with stagnant water and began to splash with every step I took.
An unpleasant sensation soaked the soles of my shoes.
Was it from that time?
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
Just like the day I first discovered this place.
Regardless of my will, my hand opened the door without her consent.
Then what caught my eye was.
It was the decapitated corpse of the Emperor.
Ugh...
I tried to suppress the nausea that was rising without me knowing it.
But since all I had had since morning was a glass of juice, only the sour water came out of my mouth.
Instead of my body frozen stiff, I only moved my eyes to look around.
The Emperor's hair, which had once shined like Ernest's, was soaked with blood.
The two eyes that could not be detected were dyed red to the point that it was difficult to distinguish their original pupil color.
At first, I couldn't even tell that the owner of the neck was the Emperor.
Nevertheless, what made me certain that he was the Emperor was the body that was located not far from his head.
The clothes that it was wearing, which were now difficult to call human, were the clothes that the Emperor had been wearing until this afternoon.
“That’s ridiculous...”
I muttered with a sigh.
If something is wrong, it is seriously wrong.
According to the original, the Emperor should not have died now.
According to the book, he should have been alive until the banquet when the rebellion began.
'They said that the rebellion would definitely happen at night...'
So what should I do now?
My mind became as blank as a sheet of paper.
The tremors started in my hands.
It began to eat away at my whole body like a slowly spreading poison.
'I, now...'
I, who was shaking so much that it made people who were watching feel sorry for me.
I took a step back as if trying to get away from there.
But.
Bam.
A wall suddenly appeared behind me, blocking my path.
At that moment, I felt creepy and tried to confirm its identity.
Suddenly, a deep darkness came over me, along with a dull pain that struck the back of my neck.
I had a bad dream.
I had a dream where I was possessed by a villainess in a ruined building whose content I don't even remember and went through all sorts of hardships before finally getting my head cut off.
'No matter what I dream, it's always a fucking dream.'
The basement entrance I arrived at was like that.
However.
'This smell...'
The pungent smell of iron, which I had smelled before, was vibrating all the way up the stairs.
I covered my nose and mouth with my hands at the strong smell that came rushing in.
'It smells like blood.'
Is it an illusion that it feels more intense than when I first took charge?
An ominous sensation gripped the back of my neck.
But that doesn't mean I can just come this far and go back.
I steeling myself, went down the stairs one step at a time.
Finally, when I reached the end of the stairs.
Splash
The floor seemed to be filled with stagnant water and began to splash with every step I took.
An unpleasant sensation soaked the soles of my shoes.
Was it from that time?
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
Just like the day I first discovered this place.
Regardless of my will, my hand opened the door without her consent.
Then what caught my eye was.
It was the decapitated corpse of the Emperor.
Ugh...
I tried to suppress the nausea that was rising without me knowing it.
But since all I had had since morning was a glass of juice, only the sour water came out of my mouth.
Instead of my body frozen stiff, I only moved my eyes to look around.
The Emperor's hair, which had once shined like Ernest's, was soaked with blood.
The two eyes that could not be detected were dyed red to the point that it was difficult to distinguish their original pupil color.
At first, I couldn't even tell that the owner of the neck was the Emperor.
Nevertheless, what made me certain that he was the Emperor was the body that was located not far from his head.
The clothes that it was wearing, which were now difficult to call human, were the clothes that the Emperor had been wearing until this afternoon.
“That’s ridiculous...”
I muttered with a sigh.
If something is wrong, it is seriously wrong.
According to the original, the Emperor should not have died now.
According to the book, he should have been alive until the banquet when the rebellion began.
'They said that the rebellion would definitely happen at night...'
So what should I do now?
My mind became as blank as a sheet of paper.
The tremors started in my hands.
It began to eat away at my whole body like a slowly spreading poison.
'I, now...'
I, who was shaking so much that it made people who were watching feel sorry for me.
I took a step back as if trying to get away from there.
But.
Bam.
A wall suddenly appeared behind me, blocking my path.
At that moment, I felt creepy and tried to confirm its identity.
Suddenly, a deep darkness came over me, along with a dull pain that struck the back of my neck.
***
I had a bad dream.
I had a dream where I was possessed by a villainess in a ruined building whose content I don't even remember and went through all sorts of hardships before finally getting my head cut off.
'No matter what I dream, it's always a fucking dream.'
I rubbed my face, feeling good about the feeling of the sheets gently wrapping my whole body.
How lucky it was a dream.
It was when I opened my eyes with a smile of relief.
An unfamiliar landscape caught my eye.
A magnificent ceiling that I would never see in a normal home, and a bed that is wide enough to comfortably accommodate five people.
'What.'
This familiar feeling of unluckiness.
I closed and opened my eyes dozens of times.
A swear word burst from my mouth.
'Fuck.'
It wasn't a dream!
What I thought were nightmares were actually all reality.
So fucking much.
My body was thrown out of the bed with a thunderous realization.
I let out a short sigh as I tried to figure out where I was lying and how I ended up falling asleep there.
“The Emperor...”
Yes, the Emperor was definitely dead.
With his throat cut.
'Wait. Now that I think about it, the time is now...!'
I jumped out of bed in a hurry and opened the terrace door.
But then it seemed like it was already too late.
Black smoke was rising from all over the palace.
'Shit.'
I don't know about anything else, but one thing was certain.
The situation I'm in right now is really bad.
The blood-soaked floor and the corpse of the Emperor lying there flash through my mind.
The plan to escape before the rebellion happened ended up being a huge failure.
I, who had been biting my nails as if I was anxious, raised my head as if I had decided something.
'Let's leave the palace first.'
Whether I stay here and die or run away and die, dying is the same.
In that case, it would be human nature to struggle and then die!
Maybe the people sent by Linneas were still waiting for him at the Lily Palace.
But a few minutes later.
My positive circuit, which I had been forcing myself to turn, suddenly broke.
As soon as I left the room, there were dead bodies everywhere I went.
'Yeah, it was just a mess from the start when I was obsessed with books.'
15 years of experience as a romance novel reader.
Unfortunately, despite all the money I had poured in, in the end, I couldn't avoid the original.
'Sigh... F**k.'
As I was internally cursing my pitiful situation, a man came running towards me from afar.
“Elizabeth!”
"You are..."
He was one of Ernest's knights.
What was your name?
Whether or not you know the seriousness of the situation you are in...
It was while I was trying to calmly recall the name of the knight.
The knight spoke to me, catching his breath.
“Where on earth have you been? I’ve been looking for you for a long time!”
The man's face was soaked with sweat as if he had been searching for me for a long time.
“His Highness has already evacuated to a safe place. We must also get out of here quickly.”
I sighed in relief at the news that Ernest had safely escaped the palace.
But the escort knight spoke with a serious expression on his face, perhaps because he thought she was scared.
“Elizabeth, don’t worry. I will do whatever it takes to protect you.”
'Look here, Sir. This is all useless.'
But unlike the knight, I had already given up. I already knew what would happen next.
I tried to stop the rebellion that had just occurred and even tried to run away, but I failed in all attempts.
The pure white dress that I had handled with care until this morning, lest it get dusty, was already torn in places, and there were bright red stains of blood that could not be identified by the owner.
I couldn't even bring myself to utter countless curses at the reality that I had changed from the best bride in the empire to the most unfortunate bride overnight.
How much longer did I run like that?
The shoes, which could not withstand running on rough floors, came off.
“Ugh-.”
“Elizabeth-!”
The knight came to my side, who was lying face down in a comical manner, and helped me up.
“You have to get up! They’ll be on their way soon!”
“Oh, I got it. Get up right now...”
Phew-.
But I had no choice but to sit down again.
An eerie sound that hits my ears.
Even the lukewarm liquids covering the face.
Dump-.
In an instant, the heavy body of the knight who had been supporting me collapsed.
'What.'
I didn't even dare to wipe the red stains off my face.
Behind the fallen knight, a very familiar man came into view.
'Carsis...?'
I let out a low sigh, surprised by the completely unexpected figure.
“...You, why.”
The man looked at me as he pulled out the sword stuck in the knight's body and swung it around in one motion.
Creepy red eyes that make the hairs on my body stand on end.
'You don't have brown eyes...?'
How lucky it was a dream.
It was when I opened my eyes with a smile of relief.
An unfamiliar landscape caught my eye.
A magnificent ceiling that I would never see in a normal home, and a bed that is wide enough to comfortably accommodate five people.
'What.'
This familiar feeling of unluckiness.
I closed and opened my eyes dozens of times.
A swear word burst from my mouth.
'Fuck.'
It wasn't a dream!
What I thought were nightmares were actually all reality.
So fucking much.
My body was thrown out of the bed with a thunderous realization.
I let out a short sigh as I tried to figure out where I was lying and how I ended up falling asleep there.
“The Emperor...”
Yes, the Emperor was definitely dead.
With his throat cut.
'Wait. Now that I think about it, the time is now...!'
I jumped out of bed in a hurry and opened the terrace door.
But then it seemed like it was already too late.
Black smoke was rising from all over the palace.
'Shit.'
I don't know about anything else, but one thing was certain.
The situation I'm in right now is really bad.
The blood-soaked floor and the corpse of the Emperor lying there flash through my mind.
The plan to escape before the rebellion happened ended up being a huge failure.
I, who had been biting my nails as if I was anxious, raised my head as if I had decided something.
'Let's leave the palace first.'
Whether I stay here and die or run away and die, dying is the same.
In that case, it would be human nature to struggle and then die!
Maybe the people sent by Linneas were still waiting for him at the Lily Palace.
But a few minutes later.
My positive circuit, which I had been forcing myself to turn, suddenly broke.
As soon as I left the room, there were dead bodies everywhere I went.
'Yeah, it was just a mess from the start when I was obsessed with books.'
15 years of experience as a romance novel reader.
Unfortunately, despite all the money I had poured in, in the end, I couldn't avoid the original.
'Sigh... F**k.'
As I was internally cursing my pitiful situation, a man came running towards me from afar.
“Elizabeth!”
"You are..."
He was one of Ernest's knights.
What was your name?
Whether or not you know the seriousness of the situation you are in...
It was while I was trying to calmly recall the name of the knight.
The knight spoke to me, catching his breath.
“Where on earth have you been? I’ve been looking for you for a long time!”
The man's face was soaked with sweat as if he had been searching for me for a long time.
“His Highness has already evacuated to a safe place. We must also get out of here quickly.”
I sighed in relief at the news that Ernest had safely escaped the palace.
But the escort knight spoke with a serious expression on his face, perhaps because he thought she was scared.
“Elizabeth, don’t worry. I will do whatever it takes to protect you.”
'Look here, Sir. This is all useless.'
But unlike the knight, I had already given up. I already knew what would happen next.
I tried to stop the rebellion that had just occurred and even tried to run away, but I failed in all attempts.
The pure white dress that I had handled with care until this morning, lest it get dusty, was already torn in places, and there were bright red stains of blood that could not be identified by the owner.
I couldn't even bring myself to utter countless curses at the reality that I had changed from the best bride in the empire to the most unfortunate bride overnight.
How much longer did I run like that?
The shoes, which could not withstand running on rough floors, came off.
“Ugh-.”
“Elizabeth-!”
The knight came to my side, who was lying face down in a comical manner, and helped me up.
“You have to get up! They’ll be on their way soon!”
“Oh, I got it. Get up right now...”
Phew-.
But I had no choice but to sit down again.
An eerie sound that hits my ears.
Even the lukewarm liquids covering the face.
Dump-.
In an instant, the heavy body of the knight who had been supporting me collapsed.
'What.'
I didn't even dare to wipe the red stains off my face.
Behind the fallen knight, a very familiar man came into view.
'Carsis...?'
I let out a low sigh, surprised by the completely unexpected figure.
“...You, why.”
The man looked at me as he pulled out the sword stuck in the knight's body and swung it around in one motion.
Creepy red eyes that make the hairs on my body stand on end.
'You don't have brown eyes...?'
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