Chapter 1

Creak.

The wooden swing chair moved back and forth, making a rubbing sound. Sierta listened to it, leaned back on the chair, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sunshine. She heard the sound of urgent steps interfering with her rest, but she could know who it was without opening her eyes.

“Miss.”

It was a maid. Rita. Rita is the only one who would run to her with such footsteps.

“Yes.”

Rita held back a sigh at the appearance of Sierta sitting on a swing chair without opening her eyes. These days, the girl seems to have become really weird, but she was more frustrated because she couldn’t figure out why.

“Ugh. What else are you doing here?”

“Just, thinking?”

“Master, do you know something’s really weird these days?”

“Well… … .”

“Anyway, today I brought you news that might surprise you!”

“Surprise… …surely!”

Sierta, who listened to Rita’s chirping with one ear and tried to spill it with one ear, jumped up from her seat when she heard the ‘Surpising news’. Rita, who thought of Sierta’s behavior differently, said with a serpentine smile.

“Oh. After all you noticed! Do you like it?”

The young lady who had helpless expression thought ‘A mountain is a mountain, and water is water.’

“Is it enough for the young lady to rise up?”

As Rita’s words continued, Sierta’s expression was more amazed than filled with fear. Sierta could predict what Rita would say next.

It wasn’t because she was a prophet would could see the future. No, it was because she came back to the past that she was able to know the future. From the twenty six year old Crown Princess to the twenty one Marquis, young lady Sierta.

A month ago, Sierta apparently died at his hand. But for some reason, when she opened her eyes, she was back at the age of twenty one. Back when she wasn’t swoon by him yet.

The past life that Sierta remembers was not very happy. No, it would be better to say that it was an unhappy life. Even though she was in the position of the Crown Princess, she was only used as the Crown Princess without enjoying anything.

At that time, it was no one else who ended Sierta’s life, but the prince, who she loved but used her in the end.

‘Sierta, there is one last thing you can do for me.’

The last word didn’t get into her ears. Sierta was just happy that she had something to do for him. She couldn’t think of anything because of his presence, calling his nickname in a sweet voice.

‘My Dale, anything for you…. ugh.’

Like a fool, Sierta didn’t really notice anything until the end of the end. When he put a knife in her heart. It was only then that Sierta realized that something was wrong.

‘Why….. Why….Why…..Kguk.’

Dale Basils, who is now the crown prince, or now the Emperor, smiled and kindly added an explanation to Sierta, who was vomiting blood while asking why.

‘Yes, you’re useless. You said you would do anything for. All you can do for me is dying, so you have to die.’

With a refreshing smile, he said, hugging the woman next to him as if it were a precious treasure, covering her eyes.

‘I had to deal with it when you weren’t. I’m sorry. It looked bad to you.

At the Emperor’s words, she, Elina, trembling and digging deeper into the Emperor’s heart. As she watched it, a fever sprang up in Sierta’s heart.

The end of the love that you chose by throwing away even your family is barely like this. At least it would have been less miserable if it had not been for that bitch.

Dale, how come you insult me….Why me… It would have been great if you had at least given me the least consideration, who loved you and lost her family. Had he given me death in the absence of that abominable Elina, at least it would not have been insulting.

But you don’t care about me until the end. Seeing my miserable end to Elina.

Sierta was more shameful for this insult before Elina than for Dale’s betrayal. So I thought as I felt power draining from my body.

‘If I was born again in the next life, I would never be shaken by men. I won’t believe in love.’

Thus, at the age of twenty six, Sierta, full of anticipation for the future as an Empress, faced a cold and insulting death.

***

Tweet.

Sierta smiled softly, thinking of the bird’s sound at the Marquis.

‘It’s been a long time since I heard the sound of birds. It’s what I heard every morning when I was at the Marquis. I used to wake up from my sleep listening to the sound of birds. No, I don’t want to wake up…….’

“Miss! Uh, how long are you going to sleep? Hurry up and wash.”

“Oh. By the time I heard the sound of bird like this, my maid Rita would come in to wake me up…..Uh?”

Sierta quickly opened her eyes, amazed by Rita’s inaudible voice and her shaking hands.

“Ri…ta?”

“Yes, lady. If you are awake, go wash up quickly.”

It’s not an illusion. Rita’s moving and talking. She jumped out of bed and ran to her. Then she hugged Rita tightly and wept.

“Ri…ta. Sob Sob….”

“Miss! Why are you like this?”

“Rita, sorry. I’m sorry, Rita.”

Sierta thought she had died and came to heaven. She thought she would not come to Heaven she had done something wrong.

The Marquis collapsed due to Sierta’s wrong choice and Rita died alongside. Could it be that because she couldn’t apologize to Rita for being sorry, she got a chance to apologize to Rita, now? She thought she would never see those she missed again. How can she meet Rita again in heaven?

“Master, why are you doing this? Have you had a nightmare?”

“Night….mare?”

“It’s late, we don’t have time. Now, wash quickly.”

No, it couldn’t be. She couldn’t dismiss all the things she had gone through as a dream. It was a nightmare. Those things are all dreams.

Rita pushed back Sierta’s, which wasn’t moving in place, and Sierta, who was heading to the bathroom, was surprised to see her reflection in the mirror and stopped.

It is because in the mirror, she was not the twenty-six-year-old Crwon Pirncess, but she was in the form of her younger self who, before her meeting with Dale.

“How many Imperial years are we now?

“Ah? My lady, why are you like this today?”

“Rita, answer.”

“Ah, today is the 817th year of the imperial calendar.”

“817 years.”

The year 817 is five years earlier from the 822nd year of the imperial calendar, in when I died.

In other words, I am twenty-one years old now. What? Did I return to the period because my marriage to the Crown Prince.

While staying with the crown prince, she longed for his love and committed many vices for him, but she always regretted them. And at the moment of her death, she was full of what she had done. She pledged the moment of her death, that she would never make such a stupid choice if she could go back. And she did.

“Ah, it’s late. My lady, we have tea time with Count Rope today!”

“What? Count Rope?”

“Yes. Today, Count Rope’s daughter. You asked to dress as the best, saying that she should press down her nose. Why are you so entranced?” (1)

I did. Elina Rope, who seemed to be close during this period. Sierta, who felt inferior to her, tried to press her flags with various outfits whenever she met her.

However, nonetheless, Sierta had never defeated Elina. No, it was more that Elina didn’t care about Sierta’s existence. Sierta alone thought of her as a rival and heated up alone.

“I’m going to rest. So stop, leave.”

“Yes? Uh?”

“Rita! Didn’t I say that I want to rest?”

Sierta knew well that Rita was worried about her and wared for her. But now, Sierta did not want to see Elina. Because if she met Elina, she couldn’t know what she would do with her.

Also, Sierta needed time to clear up the situation. What the hell is this about? Is it a dream or is she really came back to the age of twenty one? She really needed time to clear this up by herself. So she broke and ordered Rita with a firm voice that she usually don’t give.

“Please tell her that it is difficult to attend tea time because I am sick. And don’t into the bedroom until I call. Also, please don’t let anyone get into my bedroom. I’m really not feeling well. I need to rest a little.

Sierta’s statement that she was not feeling well was not a complete lie because she was aching and confused.

“Yes, my lady.”

Somehow, Rita’s voice was a little depressed, but Sierta didn’t care and lay on the bed. It was because she couldn’t afford to look into and consider other’s hearts now.

“Ha…….”

After letting Rita go out, Sierta was forced to realize that she was really back at the age of twenty.

This is because when she pinched her cheeks and squeezed her head, she felt clear pain that was impossible in a dream. However, this reality was too vived to be able to see one’s own past before death.

The soft texture of the blanket that covers the body. The warmth of the sun set of her body. It was too real and vivid to dismiss all of it as a dream or a fantasy, so she had to admit that she had returned to the age of twenty before meeting the crown prince in the past, or at the time when she began to associate with the prince.

After learning that she had returned to the age of twenty one, Sierta spent almost a month in silence. It was because her head recognized that she had returned to the past, but it was difficult to accept it with her heart apart from that. Who can easily accept such a situation?

I died, opened my eyes, and returned to the past.

It was difficult to accept such a situation, but maybe Sierta knew the future to come and had greater desire to avoid it.

Meet the prince again, live as his fiance, and her future to be swung by his sweet whispers. Of course, in this life, Sierta vowed not to be so foolish. But even then, she couldn’t really do anything for awhile. It was because she was not motivated to do so.

However, she couldn’t waste her time blanking herself anymore. According to the memory, after a month, she hold an engagement ceremony with the prince.

This engagement ceremony had to stopped unconditionally. She couldn’t be used by him again. Absolutely not, even if she die!