Your Majesty, Please Don’t Kill Me Again - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Disclaimer: Get ready to see desserts at the bottom of this chapter. 😉 – Angel

“I… my lady, is it really alright for me to stay here?”

I nodded hastily as I changed my expression in response to Tori’s troubled question after I unintentionally frowned while pondering what the Emperor’s innermost thoughts could be.

All of the girls paused and focused on me.

Tori was hunched over, unable to sit or stand, so I made an effort to speak as softly as I could.

“Yes, it’s fine… Her Highness is incredibly thoughtful and kind. She even considered sending someone to celebrate my birthday. I’m not sure how to begin expressing my appreciation… Please convey to her my extreme gratitude.”

“Yes! Of course! I will be sure to let her Highness know.”

I quietly giggled at the awkward court jargon and the refined commoners’ way of speaking she used in her speech.

She had obviously just entered the palace.

Because of Tori’s worn-out appearance and sloppiness, I deduced that she wasn’t yet a formal maid.

The princess may be helpless, but the Imperial Family cannot employ a clumsy child as a maid.

“When did you start serving her Highness, Tori?”

“Ah… it’s only been a week since I began.”

“I see. It hasn’t been very long.”

When I realized there were too many eyes staring at me, I quickly closed my mouth after asking questions about the reason why she became the Emperor’s maid. Richie gave me an odd look as I seemed overly preoccupied with Tori. I averted her gaze and carried on eating while acting normally.

Since I was the main character for today, the dishes were all made to fit my palette, which was like a gift. Dumplings, cream soup, honey-filled medovik cake1, raspberry and cherry jam, and dark chocolate syrup were all delectably presented on a large table covered in beautiful lace. At first glance, it was hard to tell if it was a dessert or a main meal because there were so many sweet things.

I adored sweets when I was a child, so Verno, the Count’s head chef, rarely prepared this type of cuisine since he was worried about my health, but it appears that today is an exemption since it is my birthday.

I am, therefore, not worrying about anything that I eat.

As I passed adolescence, my taste buds grew softer, and this sweet birthday cake made me feel a little heavy.

I whipped a fork over the cake that I would have eaten if I were an ordinary twelve-year-old, and Richie, who was watching me, gently reached out.

She soon placed her tiny palm gently on my forehead while she had a worried expression on her face.

“Are you alright? Do you feel ill?”

“Yes?”

I puzzledly questioned. Richie frowned with a kind of foolish expression.

“You haven’t even touched the kartoshka 2 on your plate, and it’s your favorite.”

“Oh, I’m not very hungry. It’s alright.”

Richie’s troubled expression never left her face, indicating that she was still worried even though I seriously lacked any apparent concern as I shook my head.

“Liar. I think you’re actually sick… the child who would rather eat a bowl of a pudding than a warm soup would pass off the desserts? I don’t believe this one bit.”

Richie’s hushed muttering made me stutter-laugh.

Did I really enjoy sweets so much?

I believe it was because Verno once sobbed and said I would grow up to be obese.

“I think I’ll get sick now that you’ve said that.”

For Riche’s sake, I croaked and appeared to be unwell.

It’s not horrible to act up at this point because I wanted some quiet time to contemplate the things about Tori and the Emperor.

With a worried expression like before, Richie addressed Voight, the butler.

He was excited to amuse the guests, but when Richie called his attention to my complexion, he hurriedly changed his attitude.

“Are you in a lot of pain, my lady?”

“No… I only have a slight headache.”

“My goodness…! You never actually ate the cake….”

After he spotted the cake I had been avoiding, he gave me a stiff-faced hug and carried me.

No…. I didn’t intend to act as though I was so gravely ill that I couldn’t even stand.

“You must be terribly ill! I shall call for Doctor Ailee at once!”

“Huh? No, Voight! There is no need to call for the physician!”

“Right. Since you’re so sick, maybe Dr. Ailee isn’t enough… Maybe we need more.”

“Yes… yes?”

“I will alert the Count so we can bring in one of the most skilled doctors in Champagne. I’m very worried about you since you frequently get sick, my lady.”

No, I’m not sick.

I waved my arms to demonstrate that I was healthy.

Voight accelerated nevertheless, scared that everyone would believe I was in great pain.

“My poor lady… getting sick on your birthday….”

“I’m not that ill… really.”

“Young master! Young master! Where is the count right now?!”

I didn’t think Voight would be so worried about me not finishing the cake.

Lehan was just standing at the end of the corridor when he grabbed him without even listening to what I had to say.

Lehan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked at me while I was still getting carried by our butler.

“Why?”

“The young lady seems to be in great pain.”

“No, Lehan. I’m not….”

“It was her favorite… Yesterday, Madam Crissy even scolded her for eating it with her bare hands, but now… she didn’t even touch the kartoshka and only fiddled with the honey cake with her fork.”

“Sister… Are you really sick? Does it hurt a lot?”

The butler mumbled with an uneasy expression, but Lehan’s expression also worried and grew serious at the same time.

I was slightly irritated by my younger brother’s worried face.

Am I a pig in their eyes?

Will I get sick if I don’t eat the damn cake?

When the butler overstated how ill I felt after seeing the cake, even my father’s face became ashen.

I kept saying there was no need to contact the doctor because I wasn’t terribly unwell, but Lehan and my father kept shaking their heads firmly, with similar features and forceful attitudes.

They didn’t feel relieved until Dr. Ailee had examined my body for three hours and determined that there was nothing wrong with my health.

And they just faked their relief.

My father hastily went looking for Sir Hermann as Dr. Ailee bowed courteously and left my chamber.

“It appears that Dr. Ailee is ignorant about Lariette’s condition. Run to the Imperial Palace, sir, and bring the most renowned physician.”

“Father!”

I yelled at my father’s ridiculous comments.

My mother spent a lot of money on Dr. Ailee because she was a good physician.

Even if she’s from Wiletan, that was often despised.

And now they’re not accepting her words anymore.

My father grabbed my hand tightly and wore a determined expression on his face without any doubt that he might be mistaken, despite the fact that my mother would be extremely disappointed to find that Dr. Ailee was being handled in this manner.

“Be patient, Lariette. I’ll bring a qualified doctor and not a quack like that.”

“Should we find a new doctor and talk to mother?”

Lehan questions our father with a solemn expression that belies his age.

I was surprised to see my brother’s visage had become as grim as a soldier on the front lines.

Both of them were desperate to get me the treatment that didn’t exist.

“Dr. Ailee is a good doctor,” I said to Lehan.

Lehan disregarded my advice.

I puffed up my cheeks because they were completely unresponsive to my voice.

Lehan nodded his head dryly in agreement, and my father, who used to be fascinated with me, grumbled that my mother wasn’t being watchful right away.

“Anyway, it’s a shame because your mother only treats people so well. I warned her against hiring Wiletans who rely on magic!”

I made one final attempt to convince my father and to defend my mother, who was being bashed by her husband right now.

“Dad. I don’t think I’m truly sick.”

“That’s not true! How can you not be sick when you didn’t even touch your cake?”

However, I still appear to be speaking to a wall.

I felt awful for Dr. Ailee since she was instantly accused of fraud.

Dr. Ailee, I apologize.

I was forced to lie on the bed by my father and Lehan. Even without a cold or body aches, I apologized to the doctor who came over and took care of me.

The doctor then gave me the emotional strength to get up from the bed.

‘Ah!’

Lehan, standing quite close to me, grabbed and pressed on my shoulder, preventing me from standing.

This child…

I furiously raised an eyebrow as I glared at Lehan. I was asking what he wanted with my death glare burning on his flesh.

“Lay down.”

“I’m truly not ill….”

Ignored.

Lehan pushed the thermometer into my lips without listening to me.

My body temperature was normal no matter how many times they checked it, but the child felt the thermometer was broken and told the maid to bring a different one.

I felt awfully ashamed.

Just let me eat the cake.

I would consume all the sweets if I knew they would start this ruckus just for refusing to eat a small amount.

“Lehan, I don’t feel at all ill. I’m good! Just a little headache, please.”

I sobbed as I removed Lehan’s hand from my shoulder.

How much does it cost to transport a physician from Champagne?

It was already a waste of money to pay the doctor who would visit me on a day when I was not ill.

I think this is because I lived most of my life under my frugal father.

“In Champagne… do you not care even if the doctor fee is high?”

“Is money the issue?”

I gave up because Lehan is pushy.

Yes, please contact them.

Contact any physician or anyone.

“Don’t tell Mom, please. Yes?”

Although I didn’t know my father or Lehan, I didn’t want to worry anyone—not even my frail mother.

When I was younger, I frequently went out and lived my life without anyone worrying about me. However, after I experienced the black plague, which was a life-or-death situation, my mother became almost unnaturally concerned about me.

She naturally worries a lot, so if she learns I’m unwell, she might faint.

He sighed and caressed my head, so maybe he figured out why I was fussing.

“Yes. I won’t tell Amanda anything for now.”

Then, I felt relieved.

Yes, until the doctor arrives, it’s okay to lay in bed by myself and order my thoughts.

I had only been back to my twelve-year-old self for a little over a half-day.

It’s a miracle that I’m still sane because my head is so disorganized.

Although it wasn’t as bad as my father and Lehan had feared, it still felt like they were on the verge of a panic attack.

Medovik, the traditional Russian honey cake, is stacked with layers of honey biscuit and whipped sour cream. It’s not complicated to make, but the flavor is anything else. This really made me hungry while editing. It looks so yummy!! It looks like this in real life: Image from: Pastry Workshop ↩️