Who Made Me a Princess

Chapter 102

Translator: HH Editor: HH

Their sibling relationship was sweet. I was a bit jealous because I didn't have any siblings myself.....well, I guess Jannette is pretty similar.

And Claude suddenly popped up in my mind.

When I turned my head, I could see flower petals swirling around against the night background like snow against the dark.

Should I go to see him.....?

I slowly raised my hand looking outside the window. I finger absorbed the cold from the window sill.

Since he might be sleeping now. Although he works day and night, but.....

I was suddenly curious about how the person trying to kill me was doing. It might've been because I saw the Earnst sibling's relationship.

Since I can just run away, I might as well.

I knew it was a careless plan, but I ended up deciding on going.

Without hesitation, I let go of my body to the wave of magic.

***

The place I arrived was a dark room. When I realized that, I wasn't able to move from my spot.

Wait, why was I here? I was supposed to be on the roof! Magic, why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to give me hell?

I was planning on looking around the roof to see what was going on, but I had arrived right in the middle of the room!

And this place was familiar to me. Because this was Claude's bedroom!

I was completely frozen in lace.

Of course, even if I could run away from him like I did in the rose garden, that wasn't guaranteed so.....

I walked into the tiger's den myself! What should I do? Should I use teleportation?

For a moment, I spun my eyes around to observe my surroundings. Thankfully, it was extremely quiet in here.

And I saw it. The familiar gold hair shining on the sofa.

When I discovered it, I quietly stood still holding my breath. And I slowly moved.

Rustle.

But then, I stepped on something and it made a sound. It sounded like thunder in the quiet room.

I peeked at the sofa but I didn't feel any movement.

What was it? Was it a document, since he often looked at them in his bedroom?

I ignored the paper on the floor and moved again.

Geez, what was this? How many of these are on the floor? As I continued to make noises two more times,

I hunched over because it seemed like Claude would discover me.

But the paper shining in the moonlight was a bit strange. Hm? This looks like a drawing, not a document. What is it?

I stretched out for the paper that I was stepping on and held it up. I slowly looked at it, then widened my eyes.

Gasp! What's this!

It's a drawing from when I was younger. W, What was going on? Why was this here?

I was so surprised that my hands started to shake. I picked up the other papers on the floor doubting myself. And I screamed a silent scream grasping my head.

These were definitely the drawings that I made for Claude when I was younger! My embarrassing history that I actually worked hard on!

This was the drawing I gave Claude because I was grateful for the treasury he gave me when I was 9 years old, and this other picture was the one that I drew after dreaming Claude had gone bald!

And next to it was.....

Gasp! My greatest work! It's one of me drop-kicking Claude! Goodness, I didn't remember giving him this, but how did he have it?

I whipped my head around and looked at the being behind my like it was an alien.

W, What are you? What do you plan on doing with these? And why are these on the floor? Gasp. He wasn't planning on burning these, right.....?

Scared that they would appear in my dreams, I just placed them back down anywhere and silently tiptoed to the sofa.

Claude received the shiny moonlight lying on the sofa.

Why was he skinny? He looked like someone who really lost his precious daughter.

I became concerned about his health because he looked like he hadn't eaten in days.

If he kicked me out like that, he should be enjoying life right now. It seems like I'm actually doing better than him.

But even while having those thoughts, I felt something else inside.

It's like I'm the actual Athanasia now. Although I don't plan on being killed by you like the dream.

"Stupid."

I quietly muttered and poke Claude's forehead. Then, his wrinkled forehead began to become clear.

His gold eyelashes slowly fluttered open. I just silently looked at his unfocused eyes.

"....."

When his eyes slid towards me, I took my hand back. Claude was quiet for a moment. The same went for me.

And some time later, his mouth slowly opened.

"I'm sick of this."

My hand flinched at his low voice. But what he said next was completely unexpected.

"Aren't you even tired? You appear in my dreams every single night."

I blinked my eyes at what he said.

What was he saying? He dreamed about me every night? I, It wasn't about killing me, right?

"But you're quiet today."

"....."

"Yeah. But this is better saying those damned words over and over again."

I didn't know why, but Claude seemed to think this was a dream. So I decided not to tell him the truth.

For a moment, the room was quiet.

"Why....."

I looked at him cover his eyes like he didn't want to see me, and opened my mouth.

"Why are you going to those lengths to find me?"

I didn't understand why he was working so hard to find me.

If he wanted to kill me, wasn't it better for him to forget about me and not care about whether I die or not outside of the palace?"

"Are you going to kill me if you find me?"

Or did he really want to kill me himself? Then that was the worst.

"Do you want to kill me right now?"

My question rang in the silent room. Claude didn't say anything for a moment and flinched his hands that were on his eyes.

"Yes."

He answered with his pale lips that were illuminated in the moonlight.

"I want to rip you apart even now."