Your Majesty, Please Don’t Kill Me Again - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I clearly remember my death. It’s to be expected since it happened yesterday. I know what happened to me and how I died, so I’m still in a state of shock that I’m still here… alive.

When I was eighteen, I perished on the guillotine. It was a simple method, similar to butchering animals. Those who committed treason against Vellnelni all met a terrible end, no matter how noble their blood was. On that warm day, I could still feel myself getting stabbed in the throat.

Snap.

My throat released a horrifyingly awful sound. My death wasn’t violent, and unlike what I had anticipated, my bloodied face didn’t fly off in a parabolic flight.

Right.

Then, I died.

Although I could recall my death with this much clarity, it was only logical that I was unable to comprehend when my breath was cut off from my lungs. However, I woke up being a twelve-year-old child again. Lehan, my mother, and my father naturally stood by my side.

I feared that my current reality resembled a hallucination just before dying. I was scared that I would be in the blazing sun again when I regained my senses, smiling like an idiot, thinking I was alive again.

I might be dreaming. 1

Maybe when I opened my eyes, there would be the Emperor, laughing sinisterly a few feet away.

“Sister.”

Lehan took my hand as I screamed in terror. As the warmth in my hands spread, I gradually became less anxious. This warmth was even more evident than my impending death.

I smiled while sighing as I looked into Lehan’s concerned eyes. The Lehan I recalled as a child was the same. My younger brother was considerably more mature than other adults at this time, perhaps because he had an unstable big sister who often got sick and was frightened. He entered puberty maturely and started acting erratically afterward.

“Don’t worry, you’re not that sick.”

I said that I’m not sick, he said that I am… Now he’s saying that I’m not ill. The contradiction my brother made me chuckle aloud.

“You said I’m really ill.”

“Dr. Ailee never said anything about it being a serious disease, and we’ll bring in another doctor.”

Even if there’s no cure for my nonexistent sickness.I made a slight grunting sound and glanced up at my father, who was already seated next to me like Lehan. Lehan is in my left hand, while our father is in my right. The similar-looking pair of dark brown eyes were shaking with anxiety. The two of them clutched each of my hands fiercely, yet my hands weren’t swollen as they might have been. In actuality, it was excellent.

Thanks to my family’s affection, I cried as soon as I realized I was truly home.

I sobbed a lot when I saw Lehan and our nanny this morning, but I still have more tears to cry.

My father and Lehan frowned their not-so-great faces as they urged Sir Hermann, who was getting ready to leave, and I snorted.

“Sir, why are you still here? Can’t you see that Lariette is very sick?”

“I’ll say something to your wife, so get going and do not procrastinate.”

Lehan sent the poor Knight away without even allowing him to say something to his wife.

God, he’s worse than our father.

Lehan merely stared at Sir Hermann as I raised my hand to calm my brother of his bad attitude. Sir Hermann, who had been laboriously gathering money, maps, and deeds of Bellua while hurriedly moving between beds and other rooms, departed the room with a sorrowful little face at their reprimand for not appreciating his efforts.

I apologize, sir.

I resolved to thank Dr. Ailee and Sir Hermann separately for their efforts in the future.

I cried for a long time as my father, who is not good at consoling a weeping child, stood around me, and then I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep before he left. Lehan, who I assumed would shortly join him, flopped on the bed after realizing I was just trying to sneak out by appearing to be asleep. My side began to sag as I gradually opened my eyes.

Lehan wasn’t even batting an eye as he stared down at me. The early evening light was dim, and Lehan’s brown eyes appeared to be as black as night. His and mine had varying degrees of clarity, but they were both the same shade of brown. Inky black brown. Lehan had warm eyes far more attractive than my lifeless complexion.

I gently touched Lehan’s hair with my hand. He shut his eyes without rejecting my touch as if it were familiar. I grinned because it had been a while since he had followed me so stealthily.

“I hope you’ll stop avoiding my touch in the future.”

“I won’t run away from it.”

No. You’ll avoid it. Unfortunately, I gave up since I could see things that Lehan could not.

“Earlier this morning, my sister said she would adore whatever I became.” 2

“It’s true.”

At my quiet acknowledgment, Lehan perks up. Lehan was expressionless as usual, but I thought I saw a smile in his eyes for a split second.

“Me too, sis.”

“Huh?” 3

“Don’t be sick.”

He swiftly departed the room before I could grab Lehan to confirm the meaning of his words. I grinned a little while staring blankly at the back of his head. My vision was starting to be slightly fuzzy as I used my hand to wipe away the uncontrollable tears.

My twelve-year-old room resembled what it had been prior to my passing. Because my father had installed heavy red velvet curtains, the room was slightly gloomy. I like the comfortable surroundings of my bedroom with its gentle outlines. I cherished the County, a stately old home.

My grandfather designed my bedroom, which I particularly appreciated. The Bellua seasons are the most beautiful: the winter, the autumn my mother enjoys, the spring when Lehan was born, and the summer when we frequently traveled to the Capital City to play.

I spent each of those seasons in this room. This space has witnessed my growth. Since I was eight, the wooden wall has been used as a measuring tool for my height and painted with gold yearly. I stood up and reached out to touch the gold that was just halfway up the wall. I only just noticed that my physique had shrunk. I’m not short, but my twelve-year-old height was only a bit smaller than my height before I died.I was only one head taller when I was an adult compared to when I was twelve years old. I stopped growing a little earlier than the other children when I was fourteen. The last time I measured my height, I recall being so enraged that I had to push myself to stand up straighter to maximize the height that I, unfortunately, was not blessed with. Lehan, who was tall like our mother, teased me and received a beating from our father.

Can I grow taller if I ate more food and did some workouts?

I went around the room in regular steps since I was a little bit disappointed with my height, which was a little bit shorter than my colleagues. I was debating whether to eat more veggies or whatever to be taller. I steadfastly stayed in this room, unlike other nobility who switch out their bedrooms every season since I disliked change. I was repeatedly told by my mother that it would be best to move into a slightly bigger room, but I didn’t want to give up my cozy bedroom. I enjoyed the sentimental aura around the room that my grandfather personally constructed for my grandmother.

Since the dated windows and creaky floors were fixed the previous year, the doorknob has not been changed once.However, there was a small change from the moment I passed away, so I took a close look and smiled when I spotted the music box on the nightstand next to my bed.

Once the music box device has been properly dusted off and turned on, a warm melody that suits Winter will play. This is an orchestral overture based on one of my favorite fairy tales. The sparkly music box, which Lehan gave me for my birthday a few years ago—or last year, if I’m thinking about it now—is made of wood, but it is a fairly high-quality item. When I pictured the scene of a frank but shy child crouching and picking this up at a gift shop where even girls would frequent, I laughed aloud.

My bright smile eventually faded.

Because once again, I saw Lehan’s dead body as I looked at the music box. Someone purposely set the house on fire after Lehan and our father were taken into custody for treason, leaving only the charred frames of the County estate.

One of the few artifacts I was able to salvage from the chaos was Lehan’s music box. Additionally, I buried this music box at the same time I buried him. My feet shook as I thought of Lehan’s lifeless, icy face. For me, the passing of my parents was a tremendous source of grief, but Lehan’s death was far more tragic. I never imagined he would pass away before me. I was not at all ready to accept the passing of my brother. Lehan was executed before me simply for being a man.

The Emperor killed me last as if his intention was to torture me before killing me, despite my pleadings. I don’t want to experience such dreadful times again when I am helpless to stop my family members from dying one by one. I sucked in a quick, deep breath as I cupped my shaking palms together.

I can stop it from happening.

My family will not be harmed.

I said something akin to a spell and pushed the dolls off the bed, even though they were dressed in outfits like real people. I sank into the cushion, stretched out my arms, and floundered around until I located the notebook I had tucked away at the foot of the bed.

I wrote in my journal here until my mother discovered it. I rapidly jotted down my current circumstances after opening the pink diary with a picture of a cute princess and a star that any child would enjoy, specifically my favorite as a 12-year-old.

If anyone happened to see it, they would assume that I had recorded the details of a dream or a delusion because it was so ludicrous and unbelievable.

August of the Imperial Year 291 – Death.

January of Imperial Year 291 – I returned.

The Emperor knows me.

Princess Lapertte’s current maid is Tori Fassbender.

The word Emperor caused the nib, which was swiftly writing letters, to briefly tremble.

I remembered seeing Tori once more. Within a few years, the unkempt and miserable girl will become an Empress, marking the beginning of my father’s uprising against the Emperor.

First, I have to stop that from happening. Although it would have been best if she and the Emperor had never met, there might be a solution because they are both still young.

I circled Tori’s name and gave myself a little nod.

Lariette is in a half-asleep state and is confused about what is going on. She can’t differentiate between reality right now, and her PTSD of her death was triggered by that recollection. It’s still one day since she returned to the past. ↩️

Lehan is usually very proper and uses respectful, polite speech when speaking to Lari, even though they are siblings. ↩️

Lariette was confused when Lehan suddenly used informal speech. ↩️