Your Majesty, Please Don’t Kill Me Again - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Terms:

아젠그리타 대학- Ajengrita University

황실의 궁내부장이- Royal family’s Palace Manager

“Perfect.”

When the second Mrs. Crissy let out a slightly somber exclamation, I really wanted to point out her expression. Richie was surprised that she couldn’t find any fault in my actions. After all, Mrs. Crissy taught me for seven years. She’s the strictest instructor in Bellua, if not the entire Southern region. I was raised with good manners and culture, so when I go to Madame’s Salon, which is said to have the highest level of etiquette in the Capital, it won’t be difficult for me.

I was very proud of this when I was eighteen. On the day Mrs. Crissy couldn’t find anything wrong my gait 1, I ran around until she felt that she gave me the wrong compliment. 2

But now I know that none of these things were worth anything at all. Culture and good manners were the most important things for aristocrats, but they were just illusions that weren’t worth even a handful of ashes in a crisis. The respect for my father and pride as a noblewoman were all worthless the moment I fought for my life in order to survive.

What Bellua needs is the power to resist being pushed towards the edge of a cliff or the absolute trust and support of those in power.

If I couldn’t get I wanted by being honest like my father, it’s okay to live life by playing dirty.

If I can stay alive, then I can live a good life in my own way. I was even ready to lick the feet of the Emperor who killed my family. 3

If I needed to swallow my pride to do it, I’ll do it.

If I can do it so that my father, mother, and Lehan can keep living, there’s nothing I can’t do.

With that in mind, it was easy for me as if breathing to maintain the etiquette Mrs. Crissy had drilled in my ears. 4 I don’t know why, but I turned around and gave the woman who clapped her hands a dejected expression.

“Is that all?”

“Yes. That’s all I can teach you. When did you start learning?”

“Since I was eleven.”

Until I was eighteen.

After my answer, the Missus’s face looked strange.

She raised her eyebrows in a graceful way, as if she had seen something she couldn’t before.

“Then it must have only been a year, correct? Who is your teacher?”

“Madam Crissy Austen.”

“Crissy Austen! I heard of her! She’s from Ajengrita University and is known for her skills!”

I didn’t say anything and just nodded because I didn’t even know Mrs. Crissy had gone to an elite college. After looking at me for a second, the woman turned her head and put her hand on Richie’s shoulder, who was still standing there. Her thin lips were shaking because she felt like she’d lost.

“Ms Beatrice! I really thought that Richie was keeping up pretty well but I was wrong! You’re so behind! Especially from a teacher that’s from the South! I don’t want to feel like this!”

“No, excuse—”

“Oh, we’re so far behind! In the future, I’d like for you to have four or five classes a week.”

The Madam that has been teaching Richie throughout all this time grabbed her shoulder and showed her a more determined face than before. She turned around and stared at me with a frown.

You… really!

I gave her a clumsy smile and a shrug of my shoulders. She gritted her teeth in anger.

I’m sorry, I didn’t know that the Madam was so competitive.

Richie barely pleaded to the Madam that they shouldn’t start classes right away because she had to take me to the Imperial palace immediately. I felt slightly nauseated when I saw her give Richie a thick book about liberal arts and told her that she should read it at least. Because of me, Richie had more work to do. She threw the book on the couch while making a fuss.

“AAAI! I’m about to die from this schedule.”

“Sorry.”

“Why are you saying sorry about it? It’s not your fault that you did well, right?”

“No, it’s not good enough.”

“But Mrs. Crissy’s class wasn’t anything that advanced when I went with you. Did you just practice all night long without sleeping?”

I just gave her a silly nod because I couldn’t possibly tell her that I died and suddenly woke up in my twelve year old body. Richie gave a little sigh and put her arms around me.

“Ooh, that’s some spirit. Do you really want to leave Bellua that badly?”

It’s really helpful that others could believe my story. She accepted my strange change even though she thought I was just ‘a teenage girl who wants to leave Bellua’.

As soon as the Madam left the room, Richie dragged me towards her dressing room. She also picked dresses that matched up with the tastes of the royal family’s Palace Manager, threw them at the maids, and told them to dress me up.

I was taken away by the maids and dressed up like a doll, with Richie there supervising everything. There was no mirror, so whenever I came out, she sat on the sofa shaking her head, so I was dragged back and changed outfits.

Like a butterfly, my appearance changed several times. Richie smiled and clapped her hands when she saw me wearing an extremely uncomfortable dress and tight corset. It didn’t help that Richie was so strict that she didn’t say yes until I looked like a butterfly… a dying one.

“That’s it!! You’re so pretty!”

Richie is skinny, while I looked round and fat. She liked to wear tight dresses that matched her figure. My arms and waist felt so tight, and the corset I was wearing was squeezing me to death in this pink dress. I took a deep breath and reached out to Richie.

She smiled brightly.

“This… This isn’t it, it’s not big enough.”

“These days, it’s in style. The Imperial Family cares about what’s in style.”

“What kind of trend won’t let you breathe?”

“Suzania! Please prepare the wagon… We are going to the Imperial Palace!”

Richie told me to shut up and to get ready quickly. I moved slowly so I wouldn’t have an accident that tore my clothes. It’s clear that this kind of outfit is very popular in the Capital.

Richie ran downstairs to the dressing room. She was dressed like me and wore a blue cap that went with her blue hair. She also gave me a blue bonnet to wear.

She wore a stylish cap that made her look elegant, while I got the cap that looked like it was for children. Richie gave me a soft smile as I sulked.

“This suits you. I mean, it’s cute. Like a fat baby.”

I’m technically eighteen, and I hated being called fat as a baby when I was twelve. I jerked back to get rid of the bonnet, but I couldn’t lift my arm because I was afraid my clothes would rip. Richie gave me a look, smiled, and left the mansion quickly.

The transportation that the maid had set up was not a horse drawn carriage, but a magical carriage. Willetan’s Magic Tower came up with this new method to get around that doesn’t use horses.

People in Vellnelni are very traditional and don’t like to use magic or alchemy tools, but the Capital seems to be more open to new technologies. I touched a carriage that I’ve never seen before. The smooth copper carriage looked like the one I knew, but instead of a horse in front of it, there was a big pocket. Richie pushed me back and got into the carriage as I, a Southerner who didn’t want to go, made a reluctant expression.

“Don’t be lazy and go inside.”

“What is this?”

“Inside was a prao.” [^note5 ]

Richie’s words made me think.

“Hmm? The prao makes this thing run?”

Wasn’t it made so we wouldn’t have to use animals? I didn’t know that the green prao, which only croaked in the pond, could run as fast as a horse.

Richie’s eyes got bigger.

“Hey… say something more reasonable… Of course it’s not a living prao. We use the magic power that comes from slowly burning the dead praos.”

“Of all things, why prao?”

“The emperor kept a prao as a pet that he brought from another country. Now, prao are popular, and the Capital is full of them.”

She stopped responding and put her foot on a pedal that stuck out of the floor of the wagon. When Richie swung a wooden wheel that looked like a ship’s helm, the carriage changed direction and started to move. It was so strange that I didn’t even realize I was going to the Imperial Palace as I looked around.

“They won’t hire you as a maid if you’re so rude.”

“I’m a Bellua.”

Richie couldn’t answer because of my aggressive comment. Before Rupert became Emperor, the Imperial Family cared a lot about the Bellua. They wanted to gain our favor.

Richie nodded and pulled over on a street where I could see the Imperial Palace. She moved the noisy wagon carefully to a corner of the alley.

“Are we getting off here?”

“A noble without a title can’t get into the Palace through the main gate. I told the Manager, so he’ll come get you.”

“And you?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m Princess Nigelle’s lady-in-waiting”

Richie took a mirror out of her purse and looked at her face. Then she walked up to me and fixed my dress. At this age, it made me feel bad that Richie was taking care of me, so I shook my head and exited.

“Okay, it’s okay.”

She didn’t care that I said no; she took out all the stitches anyway. Richie’s white face, which shone in the morning sun, showed a bit of worry.

“You usually move slowly and get angry quickly, so be careful.”

“Am I a kid?”

“A kid. Of course, I’m a kid, but you are as well.”

That makes sense. Richie thinks that I am a complete child, so I couldn’t say anything. I’d like to tell her she’s cute because she acts like my sister, but that would only make her suspicious of my change.

I quickly followed Richie as he walked toward the Palace’s small door next to the main gate. Richie told me that a middle-aged man was waiting for me. He looked me over from head to toe and then said what Richie had to say about me.

“Please come in, Miss Beatrice. Princess Nigelle is waiting for you.”

“Alright… Lariette, see you later.”

“Hmm. yep.”

I made a small motion with my hand, and Richie ran through the bright red gate and out of sight. I was a little scared of the main palace, which made me feel like I’m tasting blood. I know how many people died there.

“Are you Lariette Isabelle Bellua? Count Bellua’s oldest and only daughter?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Miss Beatrice is the oldest daughter of Marquis Gorten, so I trust her recommendation. But since this is the Imperial Palace, I need some identification.”

When the mister said that, I looked through the bag I had brought and pulled out my health certificate and a necklace with the insignia of Bellua engraved on it.

Because the census isn’t done correctly, there aren’t many ways to prove that I am from the South. But a normal person wouldn’t need or look for something well-made with a fir tree, the symbol of Bellua.

Gait; the way she was walking ↩️

TL/n: slightly far from og translation but I think this is funny wth ↩️

TL/n: Lari, he killed you too :