And the incident still takes place in the imperial palace.
Rosentine remembered everything.
'That's the problem.'
It means that she has the soul of an adult from a young age and remembers everything.
***
When she was nine years old, Rosentine visited the Imperial Palace for the first time in her life. It was still too early for her debutante.
Her father, Heimt, was a chancellor, so she was only allowed to visit.
Rosentine burst into tears when she saw the garden with all kinds of flowers and the imperial palace decorated with gold.
The Duke's mansion, where she lived, was also excellent, but it was not comparable to the imperial palace. Even though the imperial palace was repeatedly expanded, it was located in a limited space with a magnificent style.
It was an incomparably beautiful place compared to her previous life, which she had lived in Korea all her life.
Until she realizes that the place is full of ghosts.
She just thought there were a lot of people from afar. Rosentine tugged at Heimt's sleeve and whispered.
'There are a lot of people, Father.'
Heimt burst into laughter.
'Haha, what are you talking about, my dear? I heard there aren't many visitors to the palace today. Let's see, there are fewer than expected. Our child is nervous.'
'Hmm, I guess I misheard the sound of the wind.'
She didn't hear it wrong. Heimt attributed his daughter's nervousness to her becoming quieter as she approached the palace.
She was nervous. Rosentine was stiff with tension that bordered on fear. Twenty years in her previous life and more than ten years after her reincarnation.
It was enough time to get used to the ghosts. As she had calmly thought about it as a child, she was unfazed by the disgusting sight. However, she had never seen many ghosts like this.
Ghosts gathered in every place in the imperial palace to talk.
Grieved faces, lightly strolling faces, and people who weigh themselves as they did in life. The dresses and robes they wore were of the highest quality, so Rosentine could tell that they were nobles.
Rosentine could not read the faces of half of them. It was difficult to say whether they had an expression or not.
"Don't show it."
That's what she thought. She didn't want them to know that she was seeing a ghost. Not only the living, but also the ghosts were a nuisance to Rosentine.
Extremely free people. Those who are obsessed with the karma of the past. They are interested in living people.
So Rosentine resolutely walked beside Heimt. Until she passes through the arranged garden and fountain, until she enters the entrance of the Imperial Palace.
She heard all kinds of sounds in her ears. All the chatter was salon gossip or political discussions.
- The Countess gave birth to an illegitimate child.
- How do you know that?
- How would you know, the guards of that house had sex in the palace garden.
- Whoa, I want to tell you. I want to see the broken shape.
- Herman is collecting goods.
- Is it a day or two?
- They say they blew up Vishtean's tall, blue son again.
- What about Hazen? What about the three sons of the family?
- It was 40 years ago that I had three sons, Idiot.
All kinds of secrets floating in the depths of the imperial palace floated in her ears. It wasn't something she had experienced.
From the time she was three years old, when she witnessed the ghost again. Rosentine must have known the most about the Duke's secret. Even though the time zone was so jagged.
For example, she knew the truth about the Duchess who had run away with her lover 180 years ago. She knew that she had actually protected the ducal residence until the end and loved her husband.
The Duchess appeared in person and said while touching the portrait. It was a very romantic story, and Rosentine adapted it to Corte.
There were also light secrets. Three days ago, the person who stole Thompson's scarf was Susan, who was in love with him. Susan blushed when she saw Thompson. It was a chatter from the ghost who was watching her.
She unintentionally eavesdrops on someone's secret. It was rude, but she couldn't live as a deaf person. It was around that time that Arzen's story was heard.
- Violetta was bedridden.
- Who?
- There's Heimt's wife, Arzen.
- You said she was so sick.
Ganggang!
Rosentine dropped the porcelain doll that she was holding. Her complexion turned pale. Faster than Heimt could run, all the ghost's attention was focused on Rosentine.
The ghosts' throats turn at once and turn towards her.
They slowly approached Rosentine.
- Who is it?
- Heimt.
- It's his daughter. I'm surprised.
However, all kinds of coming ghosts were no longer of Rosentine's concern. She didn't hear that her mother was sick.
Heimt lifted Rosentine, who had turned pale. Stroking her hair, trying to calm her down.
- She sees us.
- Look at us
- She listens to us.
- She is the one who sees ghosts!
She was a sickly person. Her mother, however, was so ill that even ghosts heard rumors of her.
Rosentine hadn't seen Violetta in a while. Heimdt had kept her out, saying she was tired. She felt like crying.
A foreboding gripped Rosentine. All sorts of ghosts swirled around her. They named her, brought her up, and chatted away as usual.
-Oh my God, witch.
- Oh, nonsense.
- If she gets caught, she'll be executed.
Rosentine in Heimt's arms whimpered. When she became a child, her heart seemed to become like a child's.
A ghost giggled around her. She seemed to be laughing at her. Holding Heimt's neck tightly, she shot the ghost. Rosentine said with her mouth.
'Shut up.'
The laughter stopped in an instant. Dozens of surprised eyes flickered. Living in the imperial palace, they had never heard such insults. Rosentine added.
'ghosts.'
Then she buried her face in Heimt's shoulder. After that, she didn't hear much noise.
No, even if she did, Rosentine ignored them.
Several ghosts followed her as she headed to the drawing room of the Imperial Palace. It was while Heimt was meeting the Emperor.
The Imperial Palace was beautiful, but Rosentine was depressed. Just thinking about Violetta being sick made her heart tingle. Neither the blooming roses nor the fountain that beautifully decorates the summer sky was noticeable.
Until the child appeared.
This is her second time arriving at the Imperial Palace. She doubted her eyes.
There was an angel in the garden. Force's silver hair and eyes are facing the sunlight. Corte's cheeks were ivory with petals, but the angel's cheeks were like sculptures.
Unknowingly, Rosentine approached him.
'Who?'
It was his voice. The sound of the voice vibrated the air. Rosentine was lightly impressed.
She approached him, raised her hand, and absentmindedly exchanged greetings from her past life. It was a handshake. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was a boy. Ah.
He tilted his head and asked what this was.
'Greetings.'
'Etiquette is not like this.'
'This is how it was where I lived.'
And she gave him a handshake. When she held his hand and waved it lightly, the child laughed. Rosentine laughed along, and the child smiled even more beautifully. It was the first time in her life that she had seen it.
Soon after, the child took Rosentine's hand and said.
"I'll tell you the etiquette I know."
Small lips sank into the back of her hand. For no reason, she blushed, and the chiId ran to the sound of calling him to say something.
'See you again, I'm Shat.'
A small lip rested on the back of her hand. Without knowing why, she blushed, and the child, about to say something, ran away at the sound of his name.
She decided to go back to the Duke's house and see Violetta. The ghost that had been watching her spun around and landed next to her. The charm on her bored face was bewitching. The blonde ghost sat on a small chair and clenched her chin.
- Do you like that child?
- Oh my God.
Another female ghost approached. She lay on a rose bush. She caressed the petals with her gloved fingers.
- It's a child who is about to die.
- Cursed
Rosentine frowned. The cursed irony shattered the childlike innocence he'd found after so long.
Actually, aren't they the witches?
She thought so, and soon thought it was right. A ghost foreshadows the death of everyone, from the mother to the angelic child.
The blonde ghost laughed loudly. It was a smile that reminded her of when she was alive. The ghost lowered her hand and smiled gracefully, whispering.
- He is a child of the Imperial family.
The ghosts flew away without even telling her what to do.
Soon, Heimt arrived and lifted her up. He asked what had happened, and she replied that she had seen an angel.
***
And she meets the boy again after her social debut.
"The child of the imperial family."
Rosentine thought as he saw the young children flocking to the Prince's surroundings. The word reminded her more of the stories of luxury artists than the superficial common sense she knew. The angel Rosentine met was Shartus.
Second Prince Shartus Kartazen. His fame was a topic that came from everyone's mouth, both ghosts and people. Perhaps he will not remember her.
The flower-like young children covered their mouths with fans and fluttered their eyelids. All kinds of gestures showing off their charm were unfolding beside him.
To put it mildly, Rosentine was convinced of all of them. Seductive face and solid stature. The intensity that flows from the moderate and elegant movements.
If we were to talk about a natural ruler, we would be able to name him. The former angel is gone. Can we simply call it fascination?
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