Your Majesty, Please Don’t Kill Me Again - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Terms/Names:

곤차로바 백작: Count Gonzaloba

벤티볼트 대공: Grand Duke Ventibolt

마볼로 경: Lord Mabollo

September of Imperial Year 287 – The appointment of the Crown Prince

May of Imperial Year 289 -The death of the current Emperor

June of Imperial Year 289 – Prince Rupert’s succession

September of Imperial Year 289 – The Empress’ carriage accident by a fatal fire is predicted around this time.

November of Imperial Year 289 – Prince Arnulf’s execution

September of Imperial Year 290 – Death of Tori Fassbender Vellelum,

October of Imperial Year 290:

The execution of the entire Gonzaloba family.

The Emperor killed two capital defense commanders.

Death of the Emperor’s cousin, Lord Mabollo.

Expulsion and execution of the family of Grand Duke Ventibolt, the former Emperor’s brother.

Three aristocrats who were expelled for having feelings for Rupert later died.

‘Death’ doesn’t fit the theme of a twelve-year-old girl’s diary filled with her daily activities, such as who she played with and what she ate that day. It’s an extremely terrifying word because it was not just ‘death’ but was closer to a one-sided slaughter.

When Rupert was crowned Emperor, up to thirty nobles were purged. It was the usual reign of terror.

Despite the fact that he was the legitimate heir, with no other reasonable successor, the Emperor was aware of the balance of power outside the Imperial Family. Therefore, it would’ve been irritating that the aristocracy, and not the Emperor, was the most important backbone of the Empire. Human psychology dictates that the more you try to restrain something, the more it wants to rebel. It made sense because the aristocracy has a significant influence in this country.

The Emperor established power by associating treason with every uprising, no matter how large or small.

It’s unfortunate that I can’t recall everything, but there won’t be an end to it if I write about what actually occurred.

I straightened up the pen that kept slipping away because I was terrified of the thought of him, even though he wasn’t even close to me.

March of Imperial Year 291 – The fall of Bellua.

The glorious spring when even dead life flourishes again, my Bellua fell.

I spent about ten minutes on the last line because it was very challenging to think of those words that pained me so much. Clearly, putting it on paper helped me relax.

I was sorry for the notion that the diary was as heavy as the weight of the lives lost to the Emperor since there were so many fatalities recorded on so few sheets of paper.

The Emperor, to put his crazy words into action, was a real madman.

There was no blood pact or anything of the sort because the Bellua family had been estranged from the Imperial Family for a very long time, but Grand Duke Ventibolt was his uncle and a member of his family.

In light of the fact that he even kidnapped and killed his half-brother, Prince Arnulf, I wonder if he would have felt differently if it was his uncle.

Well, maybe not.

Saving Princess Nigelle, who wasn’t even his biological sister, must have been his last act of mercy.

If only he had such redeeming moral integrity.

I had no idea how the Emperor lived his life or how he came to be such a crazy person. I, therefore, never imagined that simply by traveling to the past, I would be able to change him.

As our fundamental nature never changes.

I wanted to live, but I didn’t want to die while attempting to be bold enough to change him after coming back to life. I would like to live as someone who doesn’t even recognize the Emperor, but if that were to happen, my father would once more rebel against the Emperor, and the latter would cast Bellua into the abyss.

There was now just one option left.

Establishing a good rapport with the Emperor and mending the rift between him and my father.

I picked up the pen once more and added a sentence to the paper’s edge.

January of Imperial Year 285 – I will become Princess Lapertte’s lady-in-waiting.

Contrary to my expectations, my mother was the first one to get angry when I told them that I wanted to be Princess Lapertte’s maid. Lehan and Father appeared to be quite unsatisfied, but my mother was so furious that she silently nodded her head and shut her mouth. She didn’t want to speak to me, but she suddenly raised her voice when she heard my father say, “Sure… yes.”

“Imperial Palace! What do you mean? Imperial Palace!”

Her voice went up a decibel and was so loud that she might break a window. Even if she reprimanded me with her glass-shattering voice, she didn’t seem like she was out of breath. Maybe it was because of the fact that my mother was a singer of Avad before she married my father.

If it wasn’t me being reprimanded, I would think it was amazing and give a thumbs up, but I felt embarrassed to be in this position because I was listening to all the scolding by myself like a twelve-year-old child.

My mother, who became paralyzed in a serious carriage accident when I was a young child, sat in a wheelchair. Even though her eyes were lower than mine, and even with my short stature, I always felt like she was staring down at me.

“Maid! Why? WHY? You? Why like that?!”

“Mother, I believe….”

“I won’t listen to whatever you believe in! Do you acknowledge you did something wrong?”

I honestly have no idea what I did to deserve this. I sighed, feeling that my mother was being too sensitive.

“Ah… really. You didn’t even care what I think… Stop yelling at me!”

“Why do you think so? What kind of wind causes you to consider going inside the palace?” 1

“Richie is also a maid of Princess Nigelle! Even Sasha and Marian Vincent sent at least one application each!”

“Really? You want to go to the Imperial Palace with her then? Gosh, I never liked that girl in the first place.”

Lies!

My mother’s abrupt attitude shifted from claiming that she was the most intelligent and attractive child among my friends, and I laughed inwardly in response.

“No, I didn’t intend to accompany Richie.”

“So why? Do you hate it here, Lariette? You’re too young to understand the world… and the Imperial Palace might appear fancy and magnificent, but it’s not….”

Ah… she’s spitting.

When my mother spoke out about how unclean and dangerous the Imperial Family was and what kinds of events many aristocratic girls who joined the palace for power suffered, I scowled at the spittle that sprayed out of her mouth onto me.

She then reached out to Lehan, who was standing still and was looking at the both of us.

“Your sister doesn’t pay any attention to me at all! Bring me my whip!”

“Wh— Whip?!”

It’s been a long while since I’ve been beaten.

My face immediately paled because even though I’m an adult, I wasn’t necessarily okay with it.

“Wife. What you said… it’s true, but I don’t think that’s a flaw that should be punished.”

My mother beckoned to the reticent Lehan as my father awkwardly touched my mother’s shoulder.

Lehan stepped slowly while switching his gaze between my mother and I.

I cried over my brother’s treachery.

For that young child, who had heard his mother urging him long ago to bring a whip, it was a problem that he listened to her so easily. 2

“Well, have a look at her! She’s not really paying attention to me, is she?”

“Calm down!”

I instantly turned my head to clutch my mother’s hand after seeing Lehan fleeing down the corridor.

I’m no longer a naive twelve-year-old, so I’m not sure why my mother is so concerned.

The princess becomes the prince through time, and it becomes much more difficult to approach him when he’s the Emperor.

Bellua was respected by the populace and the nobles, but it was nonetheless different based on the political and power structures, so a relative commoner like me—someone who wasn’t a Count like my father or a soldier like Lehan—had to wait three months before meeting the Emperor.

Princess Lapertte’s position in the Imperial Family is currently a somewhat weak one. Everyone hurried to join the Imperial Family as a maidservant for a secure future, but some only wanted to be the maid of the future monarch… and it was reasonable and a fair argument.

I’m a young, aristocratic girl who aspires to serve Princess Lapertte, whom no one wanted, as her maid.

And, of course, it won’t be difficult to become his maid. Since I’m from House Bellua, a neutral family. The quickest road to the Emperor is for him to accept me as his maid. I, as the Emperor’s personal maid, will be able to determine what he wants from my father with ease.

I felt very good about my strategy.

I was wrong about how strongly my mother opposed it, though. I couldn’t tell my mother that I was from the future, and that drove me insane.

I continued to speak as I looked down at my mother, who had a countenance that suggested she wanted to hear where I was providing justifications.

“First of all… Serving His Highness Prince Arnulf is more dangerous than serving Princess Lapertte, who is far from power.”

Naturally, I didn’t mention that the princess was about to become a prince.

“Second of all… If I work for the Princess, then Mrs. Crissy’s teachings will be put into practice… gosh, those darn strict etiquette and whatnot.”

My mother’s lips twitched as I insisted, holding up my index and middle fingers. She was aware that I wasn’t acting childish.

“Third, nobles from numerous wealthy families are present in great numbers in the imperial palace. There must be a lot of nobles among them who are my age or have children who are eligible for me.”

“Eligible?”

“I am old enough to get married soon, so we must find a husband.”

“What twelve-year-old will get married?!!”

I turned away from my father’s muttering and glanced at my mother, whose pupils were beginning to tremble.

“Mother, even though I’m twelve, I’m Belluas’ oldest daughter. However, I haven’t received any unofficial marriage proposals, am I right?”

“No, you were still young, so that’s why.”

“No! I don’t believe I’ll be well-liked as I age.”

Sadly, what I just said is true, which allowed me to express myself more honestly.

My mother opened her tightly sealed mouth to my serious expression.

“Women should start looking for guys right away. The Imperial Palace is the best site to look for a groom.”

“I know that… but—”

Right!

When my mother finished speaking, I became more assured and vigorously nodded my head to continue the motion.

“Richie will be there, and my Aunt Amelia as well… There’s a lot of people who could help me while I’m in Champagne.”

Only Richie and my aunt were present, and even though we didn’t know one another well, I was excited.

When I insisted so vehemently, my mother, who had never been so obstinate, hesitated for a moment before speaking.

My reasoning was sound.

This is a society where many parents worry about being unable to allow their daughter entry to the palace. I observed her slowly open her eyes while mine were glittering with some expectation…

“You’re right, but you can’t do that.”

Nonetheless, it was the opposite response for me.

If logical reasoning doesn’t work, there are many other methods I could use as well.

“what kind of wind” – is an expression of “what kind of information/idea” did you have to consider moving away from home? ↩️

In the Bellua family, physical discipline was occasionally used on their children. Lari was expressing her annoyance that Lehan listens to their parents too easily when asked to bring the whip intended to beat her into agreeing with their mother to stop pursuing the idea of working at the Imperial palace. ↩️