Chapter #03
“Huh? What nonsense have you been saying since earlier… Your Highness, if you keep this up, His Majesty will scold you!”
“I know. It’s just… hard to believe.”
“Why are you acting like this? Did you have a weird dream last night or something?”
Roman asked with a concerned look.
Our princess was always a bit odd, but today she seemed especially strange.
“Yeah, uh-huh. The dream felt so real that my head’s all messed up. Ha ha.”
“I knew it. So that’s why you’ve been out of it since morning.”
“Exactly. That’s why I need your help.”
At this point, it seemed better to say I’d had a nightmare. If I said I’d suddenly lost my memory, who knows what kind of misunderstanding that would lead to?
“So, my sister is definitely alive, right?”
“Of course. She’s perfectly fine. Oh, wait… Did something happen to Lady Cassandra in your dream? Oh no, and right before the wedding too. But, hey, they say dreams are the opposite of reality.”
“Yeah. That’s right. Dreams are the opposite.”
I nodded and brushed it off vaguely.
“And to solidify the alliance, your sister, Princess of Calix, is marrying the Emperor of Dorzhen, right?”
“Yes, that’s right… Seriously, what’s going on? You’re acting like you don’t remember anything.”
“I told you, I had a huge shock.”
“It must’ve been really bad.”
No kidding. That event had been earth-shattering for me.
“And I’m here to attend my sister’s wedding. That’s still correct, right?”
“Yes.”
“Right. That’s the problem.”
When I first opened my eyes in this place, I thought maybe I’d gone back in time, especially after seeing myself in the mirror. But that wasn’t it.
Why?
‘Because I didn’t attend the wedding back then.’
Five years ago, I was at the peak of my hatred toward Dorzhen. I couldn’t understand my sister marrying for political reasons.
In the end, we didn’t reconcile before she left Calix. I didn’t attend the wedding, and that became my biggest regret.
‘Thank goodness. At least now you’re here.’
Alright, time to get things straight.
This wasn’t the past. It certainly wasn’t the future either. It was a world similar to the one I knew, but with significant differences.
That left one possibility…
“Did I… get sent to another world? But is that even possible?”
As ridiculous as it sounded, there was no other explanation.
“So this is a world where Calix and Dorzhen don’t go to war… or maybe not. I can’t jump to conclusions.”
The only confirmed difference was that I was attending the wedding. In the original world, peace lingered between the two nations until the assassination occurred.
So, there’s no guarantee that the tragedy won’t happen here too.
‘Wait. What if I catch the assassins here? What then?’
The key differences: I’m at the wedding, and I know an assassination may be coming.
That alone is a massive variable.
‘If those two can get married safely… and the peace treaty goes through successfully… wouldn’t that change things?’
My heart started pounding at the sudden thought.
“This might actually work.”
“Wait, wait. What are you planning this time? Why are you smiling like that?!”
Roman clung to my arm, nearly in tears. He begged me not to do anything reckless and just stay put.
Sorry, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“It’s fine. It’s something good.”
“That just makes me even more nervous…”
Man. I told you it’s a good thing.
But before I could do anything—
“I need to meet that so-called god first.”
The one who sent me here.
I needed to hear the full story from that guy.
“But how do I meet him…”
Unfortunately, he wasn’t someone you could just meet anytime. So what now?
As I was deep in thought—
“Anyway. You should be grateful it ended with just confinement. I get that you’re head over heels for Lord Theodore, but sneaking into his bedroom?!”
“Wait, what did you just say?”
“Huh? I said, you’re lucky it ended with just house arrest.”
“No, not that!”
There was something far more important!
“Who… did you say I was head over heels for?”
“You’re acting really strange today. Everyone knows how crazy you are for Lord Theodore!”
“M-Me? For that guy?”
Oh right. Suddenly I remembered how he looked at me this morning like I was some kind of pervert.
And then those absurd words from his mouth…
“You’ve been following him around every day! You—who’s never been an early riser in your life—started waking up at dawn to watch him train!”
“…”
“You keep leaving gifts outside his room! And even…”
Even what?
“You even wrote him a love letter, saying you wanted to confess your feelings! Of course, he rejected you, but still!”
“I did? Not a challenge letter?”
“Well, if you stretch the definition, a love letter is a kind of challenge.”
Roman suddenly stood and fetched a bundle of thick papers from somewhere.
Judging by the pink paper, those had to be the infamous love letters.
Not just one or two—there were dozens.
“Give me that.”
I held out my hand, and Roman quickly handed them over.
I flipped through one quickly.
“The moment I saw your doe-like eyes, my heart was no longer mine…”
Smack.
Yep. I shouldn’t have read that. Anymore and my eyes might start bleeding.
“I… I really wrote this?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t lie, Roman. You helped me write this, didn’t you? There’s no way something this cringe-worthy came from me.”
“I begged you to take out the parts about ‘doe eyes’ and being ‘your slave,’ but you insisted…”
What? Your slave? That’s actually in there? This is bad. Seriously bad.
I gave up after reading the first line, but judging from the thickness of the stack, who knows what horrors lurked in the rest.
“Well… at least he rejected me. So only you and I saw this, right? That’s good enough.”
“…”
“…Wait. Don’t tell me there’s more?”
Damn it.
Why would he hesitate at a time like this? Making me nervous…
As I shot him a wary look, Roman started to look at me with pity.
What now? For real.
“The day after you were rejected… You attended a tea party at the Imperial Palace and read the letter aloud in front of all the noble ladies. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that?”
Aaaaaargh!!
I snatched the already-crumpled letter and flung it into the fireplace.
Watching it burn to ash made my heart feel like it was burning too.
This is insane.
“What the hell have I been doing?! Theodore Calix No. 2, you idiot!”
Meanwhile, inside the training grounds of Dorzhen Castle—
A man was swinging his sword in one corner of the arena. Quietly sneaking up behind him was a dark shadow.
“Yohak.”
“Ugh, you caught me again?”
“If you were trying to ambush me, you should’ve hidden your presence.”
“You’re just too sensitive!”
The brown-haired man grinned mischievously and plopped down on the ground.
His name was Yohak Gillian.
He was the heir to Duke Gillian, one of the Empire’s founding noble houses. Yet, despite his impressive lineage, he casually sat on the dirt floor.
The attendants watching from afar were the only ones panicking.
“Anyway, Theo. Are you okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“What else? That princess. I heard she barged into your bedroom?”
Theo froze mid-swing at Yohak’s words.
His brow furrowed.
“So the rumors have already spread?”
“Even passing maids know about it. That princess is something else. Must be rough for you, Theodore.”
If the princess and emperor got married, they might end up living here together. Yohak said he was already worried about the future.
“I don’t know what goes through her head. She doesn’t even seem to have any royal pride.”
“Exactly. You two really don’t suit each other.”
Yohak nodded emphatically.
“So I’ve decided not to deal with her anymore.”
“Good idea. Just ignore her completely. She’ll get tired of it and back off eventually.”
“I really hope so…”
Just as they were reaching a consensus—
“Your Highness! There you are!”
A senior attendant rushed over and stopped before them.
“What is it?”
“His Majesty urgently requests your presence.”
“My brother?”
He should be busy preparing for the wedding. What could be so urgent?
Theo frowned, sensing something ominous.
Seeing that, the attendant sighed and nodded. It seemed Theo’s guess was spot-on.
“It appears the princess has caused another incident.”
At those words, Theo’s expression completely soured.
Ugh, seriously.
He had just decided not to care anymore—
‘What kind of trouble did she cause this time?’
