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So I knew for sure that my life was over.
And it wasn’t until I felt like breathing again that I knew intuitively that a new life would unfold.
I felt a little of the pain of not being able to breath.
Was I born as a baby? I opened my eyes thinking that I wanted to deny the reality.
The ceiling is full of spider webs.
What I saw as soon as I opened my eyes was a shabby room that I couldn’t tell whether it was a prison or a room.
The old bed made a faint sound every time it moved, and the room was damp because of the fungus.
Every breath of white dust passed through the lungs deeply.because of that the crackling sound was an ordinary matter
As expected it was right that I was born again.
To be exact, I entered someone else’s body. Anyway, where I’m now is not in modern times.
So I thought it didn’t matter if the room was shabby.
I was born in the Middle Ages.
The maid even called me a princess, with her face wrinkled and irritated every time she saw me.
She’s usually a pretty youngest princess. I’m sure she’s the youngest princess, given that there is no child was born after me.
I don’t know how many people there are above, but most of the time, the youngest daughter is loved. That’s why I thought things would get better soon.
I didn’t doubt that like I saw in so many novels I’ll be seen by the emperor soon and become a loved princess.
But every time I moved, blood spurted out of my mouth, and when I tried to move my body in a bit of a hurry, I felt something was going terribly wrong and my head would start spinning.
Besides, it’s a mountain over a mountain.
While I watched my body getting weaker day by day the maid didn t even care about me. Even the slightest expectation that they would call in a doctor because I am a princess was shattered.
Even though she was a princess, she was not a princess.
Whether it’s a cough, a fever, there was nothing like a maid calling a doctor to prove it, or someone else coming to see my body.
It’s the worst.
It turned out to be quite different from a princess who might be loved.
I, me who died and was born again in this body of a princess with a time limit whom nobody cared about.
She’s got a time bomb in her body, and she’s the kind of princess who’s never weird to die.
Of course, the emperor and whoever in the palace seemed to not know I was there. So it was obvious from the abandoned princess in the back room.
And the worst of all was the maid I had.
She didn’t even treat me like a human being.
The maid was hoping for my death day by day, saying that I had to die quickly so she could do something new.
But as time went by, I didn’t even have the will to live.
Drinking water was heavy, and it was terrible to have food in my mouth. If you eat something, you can’t digest it.
I even felt like someone tore my whole body with a knife every day. Even the wind blowing through the open window felt painful.
suffer every day without knowing the name of the disease.
The idea that it might be better to die than to live with this body has filled my mind.
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And then, one day.1
I had a strange dream when I fell asleep irritated by the heavy weight of the blanket.
A tree large enough to not know its end was located in the middle of a wide field. And there was a cat sitting on top of it, which glowed brightly.
Only then did I realize that the atmosphere was unusual, and Ravelli, who had been standing on one foot, came up to me like running to me and hurriedly raised my body.
Thanks to this, of course, my eyes are dizzy dark as well.
It was as if it were motion sick.
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