SILOTHIACN

CHAPTER 2

Vivi in the novel was a returner. Even though her body was a child, her mental age was not. So, of course, she'll understand what I'm saying right now.

Even in the original work, it said that I tried to kill myself…although there was no mention since the original Princess Titania was trapped in the north tower, but in fact, it was unlikely that the people who loved Vivi very much kept the princess, who was virtually abandoned by the royal family, alive.

I'm sure the original princess died. I spoke with a lot of heart.

"Thank you."

“…”

"But it's alright.”

I understood the despair that Titania in the original must have felt in front of Vivi.

A girl loved by everyone.

A little girl who can have everything she wants without lifting a finger.

The girl whom everyone and the scary and cold-blooded Duke of Castrine cherished and loved like a treasure.

I must have felt inferior just by looking at her. Even more so, as Rayman Castrine, who looked at me like a bug, was like a sugar candy that would melt in the rain towards Vivi.

But…

"You ought to be more concerned about the safety of Prince Raymon than me, Vivi."

"...Big brother?"

Vivi's eyes, which had been quietly accepting me patting her head, became subtle.

"Yes, Vivi. You don't have to worry so much about the Duke of Castrine, but... I have to break up my marriage now, so that he will meet someone better before it's too late."

Raymon and I are almost twenty years old. The original has already been played to some extent.

Instead of killing Vivi, I would rather save her once, so that I would not be devastated and imprisoned as my original fate. Still, it was a little too much to block the marriage of another's son, who had a bright future ahead.

“…”

I puffed up my cheeks and tried to rationalize with Vivi, who looked at me with discontented eyes.

"I'm really alright. I am the only princess of the Empire."

Indeed, if the emperor was going to sell me as a royal concubine abroad, I had devised a proper way to escape...

Rather, breaking off the marriage is a prerequisite for that.

I didn't want to bother Vivi for no reason because I was more entangled with the Duke of Castrine. So I felt sorry for her worrying, but the night escape operation is also a secret.

Actually, it's more like a "pretend to be dead" operation than a night escape.

Well. Wouldn't it be nice if I disappeared pretending to be dead?

- …I’m sorry.

Suddenly, I remembered the man who looked at me with his star-like eyes that had melted. He seemed hurt, and he seemed afraid. It may have been both.

Either way, I'd rather be a symbol of bad luck than good luck for that man.

- Why are you apologizing for this? I'm the one who put you in danger! Why are you just smiling?

My heart ached slightly when I remembered the voice that was begging me.

But, well, he's a very responsible man.