CH 3

Even if you learned, the learning time and efficiency would vary depending on whether you have talent or not.

But what if you have to do one thing so many times that you couldn’t count with both hands, in different situations, and if you didn’t do it, you die?

Even if your talent for the job were infinitely close to zero, you would eventually become good at it.

There was no other way to live except for that answer….

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of any sword. I’ve only ever tried a meat knife. But it worked. Sneaking back behind assassins and hitting them in the back.”

It was something she could say with a little smile, but at that time, her blood dried up.

In fact, there have been times when the blood has dried up.

She didn’t know what the assassins did, but as soon as she drank something, she died in a mummy state with blood gushing out of the holes in her body.

Ophelia felt sick when she remembered how she felt at that time.

“Drink it.”

Seeing her face turn pale, Richard held out the cup he had been drinking.

If anyone had seen it, it was a good thing to do.

It wasn’t even a sign of poison, but she couldn’t believe he handed it to someone else. If those who teach etiquette saw it, they would have grabbed the back of their neck and passed.

However, there was not enough spirit to follow her etiquette carefully, so Ophelia did not hesitate to drink the tea he was drinking at once and took a deep breath.

Richard, who was staring at her, spoke.

“How many times have you returned to the Founding Day?”

“Eight…. no, I didn’t even count them after the eighteenth.”

“Then, it is too early to speculate that the lady’s return is due to me. The regression that ended the moment I was alive could be just a coincidence.”

At first glance, it sounded very logical, but Ophelia noticed it at once.

Richard’s few words couldn’t shake the certainty she felt as she tossed her body, literally her whole body.

“Your highness, no matter how lazy you are to try anything, I’m trying to get over it.”

With her eyes narrowed, Richard nodded his head openly as if he had no intention of making an excuse for her.

“I don’t want to do that anymore.”

At the sound of her dry voice like sand, Ophelia bit her lips.

She couldn’t say that she fully understood him.

Even if they go through the same thing, each person has a different way of accepting and overcoming it.

As just before Richard opened his mouth in front of Ophelia, who was in conflict with whether to grab him by the collar or not, a knock rang.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Your highness. It’s almost time.” 

Ophelia sprang like a harpooned tuna to the voice that rang outside the door.

Screaming silently, she looked alternately at the tightly closed door and Richard with a mixture of bewilderment, surprise, and confusion.

H-how? How did they find out that Richard was here? If they knew, why did they let her go so far?

“I was struck in my head and didn’t pass out right away. That’s why I left a sign telling them not to follow me along the way as you dragged me,” said Richard, as if he had read her thoughts.

The question has been answered, but a bigger question remains.

“Why….”

“Because I was wondering why an innocent lady would kidnap me.”

He gave a straightforward and very easy answer this time too.

It was as if it didn’t matter.

“No, what if I meant to harm Your Highness?”

“In conclusion, you were not.”

“I wasn’t! No, then why did you kill all the assassins before I hit you in the back of your head?”

“Because I knew that the lady was behind me.”

“What if I was another assassin?”

When asked about Ophelia’s origin, Richard responded by tapping the hilt of his hardened sword.

“It doesn’t matter. If I died, I would have returned anyway.”

Ophelia was speechless again at the dry voice.

Richard Isaac Dunc Milian

The only Crown Prince of the empire

And as no one could refute, he was noble enough to bear the terrible pressure of standing above everyone’s head and the burden of supporting everyone.

Not only his unrivaled strength and political ability…. But also the pitch-black night hair and the golden eyes were as thick as honey.

He was a very languid black panther-like man lurking somewhere deep.

Even the blood-stained figure could turn into a fatal painting.

If the word ‘perfect’ were embodied as a person, it would become Richard.

She was convinced. Because h was the main character. The only protagonist in the novel that Ophelia possessed.

A fantasy novel that she had never read before wasn’t about the protagonist growing up through an ordeal.

The main story was the unstoppable biography of the protagonist, who was perfect from the beginning, incomparable to anyone else.

If it were her favorite novel, she would have tried to do anything, but….

Before this crazy regression, she was obviously possessed as an extra that had nothing to do with the original story, so she would have thought of desperately avoiding marriage and hiding the money he had saved to live a long life.

She didn’t have lingering feelings about her former life before possession.

However, she didn’t know who made her do this ridiculous possession and gave her a little consideration, but it was like a miracle that she had no longing feelings even though she had memories of her previous life.

Ophelia would have gone mad if she had the longing or desire to return to her former life as much as an ant’s tears.

While she was prattling, he was looking for Richard again outside the door.

“Your highness?”

“I’m leaving now, so tell him to wait.”

Despite the prince’s answer, which didn’t feel as motivated as a piece of dust, the aide who was waiting outside the door left without questioning.

Even if Richard was his greatest political opponent, it was the Crown Prince who asked to wait.

“Get up first.”

Richard rose to his feet calmly. After Ophelia hit him, his head had already been fine, so he stepped forward, undoing the cuffs from his wrinkled sleeves as his blood began to harden.

Ophelia was bewildered in a different way than before.

Was this the end? She was determined and kidnapped the Crown Prince, and that’s it?

Now that she knew he was the cause, they could find a way to overcome this situation together….

‘I’m exhausted.’

Should she close her eyes and grab him by the collar again? It went over vaguely a while ago, but if she caught him again now, she would be blown away saying, ‘It’s rude!’

Ophelia, who had unknowingly planned to grab his collar, couldn’t catch him and was at a loss, but Richard paused.

Turning back, he reached out his hand to Ophelia.

“You’re coming with me.”

Unable to read anything in his dry eyes, Ophelia, needless to say, grabbed Richard’s hand.

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– Imperial Calendar. Year 588. April 16th. 3:23 p.m.

Ophelia Bolsheik, before the second infinite regression begins.

She thought he said she was coming with him. She was trying to look as far away as she could.

Two people were waiting where Richard had led Ophelia.

“Your highness, please do not distort what I am saying.”

“I just repeated exactly what the marquess said.”

“Of course you did. I’ll tell you again….”

Marquess Neir. The master of a marquess with one of the most powerful powers in the empire.

The most representative word that goes around openly in expressing him is ‘bloodsucker’.

In addition, he was a person with mainstream evaluations such as ‘an iron-faced person’ or ‘a person who is very capable but does not want to share’.

Those things were of no use to Ophelia, for she had never met the Crown Prince, nor the Marquess Neir herself, until her return.

Moreover, there was only one most important fact about Marquess Neir.

It was a villain in the opposite direction to the main character, Richard.

She should have read a book. Even if it wasn’t her taste, she should have read it!

It was useless to get your hands on after the possession, and regrets were always late.

She only remembered the villain written on the back cover but had no idea what the hell he had done to make him the first and worst villain.

First of all, she knew that he was a person who could say what he wanted without blinking an eye, even when he saw Richard covered in blood….

Ophelia sobbing inwardly at the deep regret that came up late, then swallowed her breath abruptly.

The Marquess’ daughter, Raisa Neir.

Perhaps because her eyes met hers, Ophelia pretended to be furniture in the room, not human.

Even if Ophelia wasn’t interested in the imperial social world, which was called the battlefield without blood or tears, she carried out the superficial relationship that must be established as a Count’s daughter.

She didn’t remember all of the young lady’s rumors, who were in a relationship that was so light that they seemed to be blown away, she remembered hearing about some of them too many times.

‘Do not stand out in front of the Lady Neir. whether in a good sense or a bad sense.’

She didn’t bother to ask why.

If the person who tells her not to stand out in a good or a bad sense was at a distance she would never meet for the rest of her life, it would be tiring of hearing many anecdotes.

She should have asked.

Ophelia regretted not knowing how many times. If she could go back in time, she would squeeze out information without any left.

In any case, it was just a family.

‘You are not a maid of honor. Why do you dare to be with the Crown Prince?’

From the moment those words come out of Lady Neir’s mouth, the bullying that appeared like a regular in typical novels would begin.

If she read it as a novel, it would frustrating and she would cursing to get rid of the Lady, but….

If Ophelia was being bullied right now..

She got chills on her back.

If she really had known anything she could have avoided a situation like that!

Ophelia wept bitter tears in front of the two villains who run through the entire novel, which she suddenly encountered.

As she was exuding the will of ‘I’m furniture’ all over her body, the conversation between the Marquis Neir and Richard was drawing to a close.

“And if you can, please take a good look at this child.”

Marquess Neir brazenly said that he was aiming for the Crown Princess position in a small way, without changing his complexion.

Richard also didn’t even raise an eyebrow, let alone a complexion, and accepted his words with a nonchalant face.

“I’m not in a hurry to bring in successor to the marquess.”

“Ah, I’m not saying it’s right now. But if she have a chance, please.”

Marquess Neir laughed a little, but Lady Neir did not.

Her face, which looked nothing like the Marquess, was like a mask, and there was no movement from the fine muscles.

Ophelia sighed in relief when she saw both Richard and Lady Neir were both ignore each other.

Fortunately, among the many women in the main character, there is no Lady Neir.

And it happened less than a minute after Ophelia was relieved.

The tea had grown too cold and lukewarm, so the Marquess Neir and his daughter didn’t touch it, but the Crown Prince took a sip without hesitation.

“Hmm.”

Richard, who emptied the cup, turned slowly, very slowly, toward Ophelia.

When their eyes meet, Richard’s lisps twisted, and the next moment.

“Kheok.”

“Your Highness!”

“Oh my God, Your Highness!”

In front of Ophelia’s open jaw, Richard collapsed, vomiting incredible amounts of dark red blood.

While the Marquis Neir reached out to the collapsing Richard as if he were really surprised.

Ophelia sank down as a warning of her instinct for sensing danger developed by dozens of regressions.

Clank!

With a sharp sword cutting through the air, strands of her bright red hair were cut and fell one by one.

“Ah, come on, this again–”

Ophelia was unable to speak and a sword flashing in front of her had cut off her throat.