Your Majesty, Please Don’t Kill Me Again - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I opened my eyes after taking a long breath. As soon as cold air touches my obviously large pupils, tears begin to form. They kept telling me that I didn’t know what I was doing by suddenly saying that I wanted to be the Princess’s maid, but because they don’t and will never know, I was filled with agony only I could bear.

Drop.

I wonder if it’s because I’ve been sobbing so often lately that he’s embarrassed, but my father quickly grew irritated and threw the whip Lehan had brought away. He then scolded my younger brother.

“UWAAA… heub.. Heup… haah… Can’t I… do… it?”

“Don’t cry, Lariette, and listen to your mother.”

“Heup… I don’t wanna!”

My father shook his head and had a puzzled look on his face as I clenched my fists and stared at him.

“Amanda, your child wants it.”

That’s right father, go for it!“

Looking at my father, who was attempting to persuade my mother while fighting back tears, I grinned internally.

But my mother’s face was as icy as snow and ice. She looks determined, as though crying would be ineffective. I was ashamed since my mother, not my father, was the one who was tough with Lehan and me. I didn’t expect my mother hated the Imperial Family this much.

“No—”

My mother wasn’t looking at me as she responded to my father. He scowled and wiped my face with a cloth because he didn’t want me to cry. He even had to wipe my nose too.

“The Imperial Palace is not a good place, and I’m not gonna change my mind, Lari.”

Although it was said in a pleasant voice, the message remained unchanged. Since my mother was so reserved, my father never heard her argue, but because of her quiet tenacity, she rarely reconsiders her choices. I shook my head in confusion at my mother’s vehement resistance and was forced to nod.

I had to at least act as though I agreed with this situation. Otherwise, she’ll keep reprimanding me forever.

I complied with my mother in a dutiful manner, claiming that it appeared Richie had told me that life in the imperial palace was exceedingly difficult. The relief on the faces of Lehan, my mother, and my father was apparent. I laughed along with them, laughing as if I was fortunate. The following day, I gathered my belongings and fled.

It wasn’t that difficult. As soon as daylight arrived, I crept out of the room and sprinted down the corridor while using a stolen kitchen lantern. Nobody was up at this hour since the count’s people, thanks to my father, had a normal life. Bellua was a peaceful rural area with zero security, therefore nighttime security was relaxed. There were still security guards there, but their shift schedule was obvious. I was able to leave the Count’s home on time by holding my breath at the end of the hallway and waiting for the knights to get up from their seats.

The next steps were easy when I left the mansion. Lehan had dug a dog hole somewhere here before because he was bored once. A traditional wall that was densely covered in shrubs could be seen as I passed through the garden, which is currently in full bloom with my mother’s favorite brilliant red begonias. A hole large enough for a toddler to easily pass through was seen as I lifted up the mound of grass in front of the yellow wall that my grandfather had meticulously mended. Nothing about Lehan’s work reflected respect and concern for my grandfather, who showed the Countess a lot of love. For this reason, I believe Lehan won’t be allowed to enter heaven. I licked my lips while making excellent use of Lehan’s dog-hole.

As I rolled down the white hillside, I spotted a wagon being prepared for me by a maid who was unaware of my intentions. My parents would be startled and collapse in fright when they woke up the next morning, so I sighed a tiny apology to them. They never would have thought that their small daughter would come across a wagon and flee Bellua by herself.

When I was twelve, I didn’t know the world very well and didn’t understand the value of money at that age. I had never made a purchase for myself or gone out to play on my own. That didn’t mean I behaved foolishly until I was an adult, but in general, I’m a pretty subdued individual who despises challenges.

Naturally, this is the first time visiting the Capital by myself. Even the covert coachman I hired was shocked by my youthful appearance. He checked to see if I had any companions, but in the sternest and domineering way I could, I put an end to his curiosity and told him I wanted to go to the Captial alone.

He agreed because of my haughty demeanor, which at first glance gave the impression that I was a noble, and he left the carriage without saying anything. The coachman, who had before expressed disappointment that I was heading to Champagne, initially nodded when he heard that I was the famous daughter of their beloved Bellua. 1

In the Empire’s Southern region, only the Marquis Gorten, Baron Bronin who served my father, and Count Bellua were members of the nobility positioned in these parts. Traveling alone, it was only logical for him to link my situation to the puzzling motivations behind my behavior.

The common people believed they belonged to a separate race from the nobles.

“I knew it, nobleman are smart.”

The coachman appeared to be convinced that a noble child could go miles away from home— to the Imperial Palace by herself. He was understanding and unconcerned, which I appreciated. If my father caught me even before leaving Bellua, my plan would surely fail. There were many knights in Bellua, a county teeming with my father’s people, who would rush to capture me at the sound of his voice. It was crucial for the coachman to move quickly because I don’t have the speed to outrun them. Fortunately, it wasn’t an expensive horse, but the carriage was hurrying up the somewhat uneven rural road, drawn by two strong-looking horses.

The passing scenery is familiar.

Although I wasn’t sure if I could actually become his maid, if my wishes came true, I won’t be able to return to Bellua for a while. I could’ve exchanged a prepared goodbye if only my mother had not objected so strongly. My actions were dripping with uncontrollable regret. The intentionally opened window let in the enticing aroma of fresh wheat.

Bellua is a warm and arid province of the Vellnelni Empire, situated in the southwest. The leftover yellow chrysanthemums were still dispersed across the field with mugwort even in the dead of winter. In the early morning light, wildflowers flutter in the breeze as though to bid me farewell.

Goodbye Bellua. I’m leaving to keep you safe. I’m sure that in this way, I can protect you. As the sun rose, I clenched my hands and looked at the sun-dappled Bellua.

By the time I finished reminiscing about my old memories, It was getting close to sunset when I arrived and I walked around in front of the estate on Fifth Avenue. 2

It is the biggest and most opulent mansion on Fifth Avenue, where mansions are lined up, however, it was still smaller than the Count’s mansion. The beautifully painted mint-colored wooden wall was covered in ivy vines. A few steps later I suddenly reached an enormous gate that was so big that even if I lifted my head I couldn’t see the top. Even though my aunt is no longer a Bellua, these gates were made from the fir tree, the Bellua county’s emblem, which has sharp thorns. Although it is lovely, the atmosphere as a whole feels overdone.

I smiled at how Aunt Amelia fits in so nicely with this excessive home. She had a great sense of vanity, unlike my thrifty father. She always preferred to adorn her massively elevated head with a collection of odd feathers, and she entered as the fifth concubine of Grand Duke Ventibolt with ambition that was as big as her head. She’s someone I’ve only ever met a few times in my life.

I saw her at a banquet when I was young, and I saw her grand execution that was as grand as her wedding day in the Capital. Although Aunt Amelia was my father’s only sibling, he never paid her a visit, even when he traveled to Champagne. Being the fifth concubine of an old, imperial dynasty must have been extremely embarrassing for the young, attractive Bellua girl, but not for the Grand Duke, who was not in a position of authority. She defied my father’s objections and the disdain of the people and married the Grand Duke.

For some reason, she seemed certain that the Grand Duke would become the Emperor if the current Emperor, formerly from my timeline, passed away. As a result, she was tied with Grand Duke Ventibolt when he passed away. Bellua must have also caught Rupert’s eye as a result of her arrogance, which she must have felt would make her the Empress.

But in my memories, my aunt wasn’t a nasty person. She merely held the same romantic ideals that aristocratic ladies have. In the hopes that she would recognize my face, I rang the bell at the gate.

Dang Dang.

The Fifth Avenue’s mansion rang with a sound as weighty as an oversized bell, yet no one came to see if someone was outside.

Did she already leave for her summer villa?

Pouting, I unloaded my bulky baggage. At first glance, I had a bag the size of my body, but the small money bag connected to my waist was slim.

“Ah… I’m in trouble.”

The trip was challenging. Although I often traveled to Champagne with my family, I didn’t do so until I was eighteen, so I suffered quite a bit. During a trip that lasted more than a week, whenever I entered an inn accompanied by a coachman to rest my weary body, I would frequently get strange looks from people who would inquire, “Is there a kid of a nobleman here?” or “Why is she alone?”

At those times, I only need to show them my necklace with the mark of the Bellua family.

It was surprising that there was some prejudice against the nobles in some places, especially with Count Bellua, so I often stayed in my room to do everything before going out. I was afraid to be alone, so I quickly finished my meals in my room, and didn’t dream of taking baths. Instead, I tried to wash off as much dirt and fatigue from my body as much as possible with the face-washing water from the basin.

After I paid the maid whom I was grateful for helping me slip out of Bellua quickly without being discovered by my father, tipping the horsemen for the journey, and the inn expenses, I didn’t have much money left.

I couldn’t just go to the Imperial Palace and tell them that I wanted to work as a maid. I needed to visit Richie. The issue is that I have no idea where she lived. Richie works as Princess Nigel’s personal assistant and commutes to work rather than becoming a maid who lives at the Imperial Palace. I recall the location of the Capital mansion she called home when I was eighteen years old, although it’s not clear if she was still residing there at this time.

The County of Bellua is in the Southern Territories of the Vellnelni Empire, while the Capital City, Champagne is in the North. It’s a long trip, taking a few days to reach Champagne. The coachman doesn’t want to travel that far just to transport one noble girl. ↩️

Fifth Avenue is the rich, fancy neighborhood of Champagne. Mostly high ranking nobles lived here or had estates here. ↩️