episode_0102
by fnovelpia
Carl hates Princess Trixie Green.
Judging from the content of the nightmare I’ve been having — I don’t know why I had it — it must be true.
In my dreams, he always looks at me with a cruel face, because he killed me.
So, there was an indelible doubt in a corner of my mind. Or, you could call it fear.
When I revealed my true identity to him one day, when I confessed my true feelings… I was worried whether he would understand.
I have been trying to hide that anxiety and ignore it.
If we keep doing this, we’ll keep putting it off until we can’t put it off any longer.
It was only after meeting my other self here that I was able to confront the anxiety I had been hiding.
You come to know the sad reality that you cannot accept.
Instead, she offered another possibility: a way for me to… not be sick and sad.
How to live differently.
What would it be like to live as Beatrice de Dahlia, a charming and energetic noblewoman raised in the kingdom of Primira?
Then, will I be able to break free from this heavy shackle and become happy?
Such a life… .
Is it really okay for me to enjoy it?
No, but am I really Beatrice in the first place?
I am the princess, a descendant of the Green Emperor, a survivor who survived in place of my brother, struggling to survive the senseless persecution directed at us.
Isn’t fighting to reclaim my rights what life is like for me, Trixie Green?
I don’t know… I really don’t know.
What should I do, who am I?
I don’t know any of it.
I felt my vision becoming blurry.
While you are lost in your thoughts, you notice a woman with long flowing hair approaching you. You can smell her alluring and fragrant scent.
This is the scent coming from me… .
“That’s what I mean.”
She came over. A woman who looked just like me.
The next moment, he pressed his forehead against mine, just like the day we first met after losing Theo.
A strange, tingling sensation developed throughout my body.
“We have to choose. Whether we dream of revenge or love.”
“What-!”
“If only Carl would accept Tricky Green, if only he would love her, it would be so easy. Wouldn’t it?”
Thump thump – It’s hard to tell if the sound is my heartbeat or some other force.
At that moment, I saw my face standing in the middle of the burning city. I was taking off the emperor’s helmet with an arrogant expression and looking at the sword.
He looked at the sword with an expression that said it had finally come, while wearing a cloak and black armor.
-You, you…! How could you-!
-Nice to meet you, Carl.
It was painful to hear Carl’s voice crying in confusion, anger, and frustration.
But there I was, gesturing gracefully and staring blankly at the sword with my turquoise eyes, speaking.
With the helmet tucked into his waistband…
-I warned you. If you can’t be on my side, at least don’t get in my way. Carl, if you hadn’t been acting up, I wouldn’t have done this.
-Beatrice!
-Right now, I’m reclaiming the empire. Not because I particularly like it, but because it’s something I absolutely have to do. I have no choice but to live like this. Everything you knew about me was a lie. So, won’t you call me by my real name?
-……
– I think I told you when I was drunk and acting like a child, but my name. I want you to call it. I want to hear it in your voice. Could you please call it gently?
-Trixie… Green… .
Carl answered in a growling voice.
The name he called her, Tricky Green, was not filled with tenderness, only anger and disgust.
It was an aggressive voice, completely devoid of the excitement I had hoped for in the sight unfolding before my eyes.
But surprisingly, when I heard that answer, I smiled with a look of rapture. As if I was satisfied.
-You finally called me! My name. Well then, shall we talk face to face now?
-…This is the only person you can talk to.
The sword answered as if it were ignoring him, then raised its holy sword. It looked threatening as if it was going to cut him down.
-Well, let’s talk slowly.
At that moment, their foreheads that had been touching each other parted. The vivid scene disappeared.
“How is it? What do you think?”
“Mo, I don’t know. Is this my future?”
“Well… it could be the near future, the distant future, or a future that will never come.”
“Forever?”
“We can make it happen.”
She answered with a meaningful smile.
“Why is this called the border? It’s literally the ‘border’ between possibility and reality.”
“Possibility?”
“A future that has the potential to come true, or from another perspective, a past that someone has experienced.”
“What, what’s weird.”
“Do you think our strange life will be linear from beginning to end?”
“!?”
“It’s not for nothing that memories that came to mind here, the sights that were almost infinite, came rushing in. Like I was there and you were there. So what I just saw wasn’t the future. Maybe it was the past, or it could just end as a possibility.”
Parallel worlds, multiverses… something like that?
Is this woman from another world?
What is this all of a sudden… .
Oh, but wait a minute.
“Someone’s past experience?”
Suddenly, a question occurred to me and I spoke, and her turquoise eyes looked strangely sad.
“Then, who experienced the scene I just showed you?”
“… It’s me. It’s what happened to me.”
“So you wanted to live as Beatrice? What the hell happened in the end!”
She shook her head.
“What was meant to happen happened. Because tangled and entangled fates are not easily unraveled. Even if it were repeated a hundred or a thousand times, it might lead to the same conclusion. Or it might lead to a different conclusion.”
“Same… conclusion?”
“I just hope it doesn’t turn out that way.”
I don’t understand why you speak so contemplatively, as if you were talking about someone else.
In an instant, a new sight unfolded before my eyes. I barely managed to face the sight before me, holding back the dizziness and nausea.
A woman sat in front of him, her clothes torn and covered in wounds. Her original hair color was hard to tell because of the red blood.
-I should have listened to you when you spoke so nicely, Your Majesty.
A captivating and sophisticated voice.
Chuk- I brought my face before the sagging Saint Alana.
He was looking down at the saint with a dry, bluish-green gaze, different from the gaze he had used when looking at the sword.
-I told you to stay away from the knife, Alana.
-……
-I thought I was being merciful. Because I had been tolerant. But you are repaying my kindness with enmity. A saint who should be pure is getting married. What a blasphemous thing! Now, let me ask you. Did you simply get ahead of yourself out of greed? Without anything happening between you, you just put a ring on it and called it marriage?
Her turquoise eyes looked at the golden ring on the saint’s ring finger. Greed blossomed in her dry eyes.
-Just kill me.
The voice of the weak saint was heard, but there was a hint of determination that she would not give in.
-Well, I’ll think about your disposal a bit more. Before that! This doesn’t suit you, Saintess.
He roughly took the gold ring off the saint’s finger. Then he put it on his own beautiful, white finger and smiled with satisfaction.
-I’ll take this ring. Karl will be wearing the same ring, so I’ll show it to him when we meet. After all, I’m the only one who’ll be with him.
Only then did the saint, who had not moved at all, become angry like fire and start to storm out.
But she was unable to move as she was crushed by the magic that held her tightly in its grip.
-Trixie Green-! Don’t you fear God? How can you be so cruel…? Are you trying to take everything away from me? Not only are you going to bring the Empire back to evil, but my only hope!!!
-Take it? Don’t be mistaken. Alana, it was all mine from the beginning. The empire, the cult, even the sword… everything. You tried to steal it from me.
The soft pink eyes were filled with stubbornness and anger. They glared at the teal eyes.
-Even if you take that ring away, and make love to Karl in illusion and delusion! It won’t change that I’m his real wife. Poor woman, I know Karl’s face that you don’t know. I know the confession of love that has never been whispered to you and will never be whispered to you. The sweet and crazy kiss, the rough hands that brushed my clothes-
Then my, Trixie Green’s hand cupped my forehead.
The sight of the murderous saint and I was covered in darkness and ended. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and returned to the darkened border of the magic.
“!”
“Up to here.”
It’s a bit much to cut off at such an important point!
I wanted to ask her a question, but I held back because of the sad look on her face.
“I’ll show you only this much today. Beatrice.”
She seems to want me to live as Beatrice de Dahlia.
*
It’s becoming more and more certain.
Beatrice in the novel will be a defeated heroine.
The real wife is probably Saint Alana.
Is that why we keep seeing scenes like this?
There’s a backstory I haven’t read, or a climax that hasn’t been serialized yet.
Will it be used soon or in the distant future?
I’m afraid that the future the writer has set will come.
I’m so scared that I’ll live my life according to that fate, that the sword will hate me, and that I’ll meet my end at the sword’s hand.
So that’s why the other me, Trixie Green, who is in front of me now, came to see me with such a sad face.
“… What happened to the saint?”
It’s been quite some time since the silence fell. I speak to break the still silence.
A woman who looked exactly like me, Trixie Green, blinked.
“It’s better not to know.”
“Did you kill him?”
Well, I guess the sword hates me because I killed it. I must have committed an irreversible and unforgivable act.
“……”
While waiting for an answer, I looked at the woman who was fiddling with the ring on her finger.
The gold ring looked great on her white, pretty fingers.
Certainly, it felt more like the ring had found its owner now that it was on that woman’s finger than when it was on the finger of the saint I had just seen.
She looked embarrassed.
“I won’t say anything. Even I don’t think you’ll understand yet.”
“What the heck-”
“Shh.”
She laughed.
He smiled, straightened his finger, and brought it to his lips.
“The only thing that is certain is that ‘it’ is no longer human.”
“!”
“So that’s it, you know, knowing too much is poisonous, right?”
I heard something incredible and imagined something ridiculous, but I decided to forget about it.
For now, for now, this seems right.
Not yet… I still feel like it’s difficult for me to accept myself.
“Good? Now it’s your turn to answer my question.”
“……”
Her bright blue-green eyes were filled with anticipation.
The sight seemed extremely dangerous. And every word he said felt as if he was looking straight into my head.
“It’s also a time of choice. What should I call you?”
I opened my mouth blankly, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer.
“Do you still want to be… Tricky Green?”
She again created a black flame over her hand. At the same time, the area that had been covered in darkness suddenly changed. She clenched her teeth in surprise at the sudden change in her surroundings.
Where the darkness had receded, red flames filled the air. Shadows could be seen swaying in the flames. The flames, consuming everything, seemed to literally burn the world.
A loud explosion and roar were heard, and the sound of burning filled the space.
As I was watching what was happening, bewildered by the rapidly changing scenery-
I heard people screaming.
-Kkaaa …
-Kkiyaaak!
It was the scream of not one person, but hundreds or thousands of people crying out at the same time. It was also a feast of the last words.
The screams overlapped and overlapped, becoming the sound of an animal rather than a human being, and just hearing them was scary and gave me a sense of instinctive disgust, so horrible that I wanted to turn away.
“Stop it! What the hell is this-!”
“This? What are you surprised about? It’s the path I’ve walked. It’s the path you’ll walk too.”
“What!?”
She smiled and said calmly.
“I (we) am Tricky Green. The last of the royal family to return to judge the traitors. We will fulfill our mission only after covering them in their blood and trampling countless lives.”
“……”
“Our fight will not stop. Until we have everything. Until we punish and trample our enemies with this power.”
bang-
Again there are explosions here and there, and again there are screams.
I couldn’t bear to look at that horrible sight, so I shut my eyes tightly.
“This is inevitable. This is our destiny. This is the kind of life… Do you want it?”
Damn, damn.
I… I-!!
“You must have thought you were ready. I did too. But when I actually got foolish, I had already gone too far.”
shit-!!!
I clenched my teeth, hugged my arms, and trembled as I heard the screams ringing in my ears.
“You’ll be lonely. You’ll feel wronged. And most of all… .”
“?”
“Can the sword really understand and love us like this?”
She closed her eyes, opened them, and said.
“Beatrice.”
No further explanation was needed.
She is forcing me to live as Beatrice.
Even if it’s a fake version of myself and not the real me.
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