The Princess Wants to Die Comfortably

Eute looked at Ophelia, who was looking down at him.

Unlike her cream-colored hair, which looked soft and warm, her amethyst-colored eyes had a cold piercing gaze.

Unafraid of what is happening, she just stared indifferently at him, he who had just come back alive.

"Sister, things have changed now."

She tilted her head to the side.

My younger brother, who is nine years younger than me, has come back alive.

I had already tried to kill him repeatedly, and I thought he should have been dead many times over, however, it always ends like this. Eute returns to the imperial court and kills me.

The ten-year-old boy who was sobbing as he was locked up in the imperial tower, has now proudly returned to the imperial palace after he turned 20.

"Now it's my turn to ask about your sins."

The tips of the swords and arrows of those who came in with Eute now all pointed towards Ophelia.

Ophelia, sitting on her throne, in the highest place of her imperial palace, looked at her younger brother then clenched her jaw.

"For the crimes of poisoning Sitara, trying to assassinate Eute, killing the maidservant of the previous emperor, and concealing his majesty's will, you will be judged as per the imperial law!"

She looked at the person who was listing her sins next to Eute.

Nau, who was once her escort, was standing among the men of Eute.

His Indigo blue eyes were directed towards her. His eyes were burning with fury for revenge.

Come to think of it, Nau has always stuck to Eute ever since he returned.

"Does the sinner have any last words to say?"

Ophelia who just relaxed her chin, and looked so bored. This always seems to happen.

She had a face said that "this isn't as fun as it used to be".

The tips of Ophelia's lips, who had been quietly listening to them, suddenly started moving.

Ophelia then opened her mouth and said…

"This world."

Her voice was languid and full of indolence, it felt like it was some kind poison that's oozing out.

It seemed impossible that she's that same sinner, she looked too calm to be one. Everyone in the room couldn't hide their nervousness.

I wonder if it was that hard for them to believe.

His hand tightly pulled the bow.

"You will be fall today."

This world without mercy doesn't matter to me anymore, even if it was to be completely destroyed.

***

Flash!

As she opened her eyes, she quickly shut them closed again after seeing the gorgeous colorful chandelier that she always saw every time this happened.

She raised her droopy arms, then wiped her face with hands.

"I really want to die… How many times has it been already? Ugh…."

She rubbed her eyes with both her hands, then she felt a sharp pain in the place where the arrow should have hit her.

Of course, it was better than being ripped apart to pieces, but that doesn't mean the arrow didn't hurt.

Once upon a time, I was a person who quickly wear a band-aid because it hurts when I got a papercut.

She moved her hands that were covering her eyes, then looked up at the chandelier.

"Just how many times must I come here?"

It already happened a few times.

she slowly folded her fingers.

The first time she died, she was beheaded in an execution. The second time, she died suffocating. The third time, she suicided by drinking poison because she was too scared of the death sentence. And finally, the last one was death by an arrow piercing her heart.

"I thought it was going to be burned at the stake this time."

I thought I would be burned at the stake for being a wicked villainess witch. Luckily, it was just an arrow.

She jumped up from her bed, wiping her then astonished face.

No, is there a meaning for a life that does not end even with death?

It would be better if I were somehow an immortal human, but this is neither dying nor living!

This is already my fifth regression.

If I don't do it correctly this time, my end next time will really be getting burned at the stake.

They say being burned at the stake is truly one of the most painful to die.

But there isn't another way to die left...

She bit at her fingernails.

"What if?"

What if God is giving me such trials? But why?

I remember when I first entered Ophelia's body, the villainess of the novel 'The Prince Is Back'.

Like many other romance fantasy novels, I had just planned to avoid all death flags in my head.

And I thought I'd be able to dodge the death flags pretty well.

Just like the main characters I read about in other novels.

My situation was very similar to a cliché novel. I was stuck in the position of one of the main characters.

Giving no heed to what others said, she reached out to her half-brother who was trapped in the tower, she became a gentle older sister.

To avoid becoming the empress, a romance between her and a handsome male character blossomed. One of her plans was to get married quickly and leave the imperial family.

"Even if my husband did commit treason without my knowledge."

How was I supposed know that the character who I had married me back then would trick me into becoming the empress?

I mean, it was my first time taking over Ophelia's body.

I was unlike the character of 'The villainess Ophelia', and this was not a romance fantasy novel.

Considering the fact that it was a growth-type fantasy novel, the men around me were not love interests, but only people that are waiting to stab me in the back.

"Huh, that damn man…"

Because I played the role of a good older sister and a princess, of course, I thought the original narrative of the story would be destroyed.

Unlike Ophelia in the original work, the emperor's will was obediently followed and the young Eute was crowned to be the new emperor.

That's why I tried to twist the original narrative, and I thought I'd be able to survive.

No one would have been able to guess that I would die before I turned 30 just like the original Ophelia. That of course was all because of her husband.

When I think of the man who used to be my husband, my stomach churns all over again.

It wasn't because she was insincere, so she no longer didn't want to get married after what happened.

When I first regressed, I had a hypothesis. And it was that I went back because I didn't follow the original narrative.

But what if I don't want to die?

So, subtly, she tried to move narrowly between the original and the non-original narratives.

As in the original story, she played a villainous princess who was greedy for the throne, but she didn't want to die, so behind the scenes, she helped her half-brother Eute.

But, perhaps because of her wrong methods, she was sentenced to death in which her limbs were torn apart, due to then strangely more sinister Eute.

"Ah… it looks like you're in pain again."

It was God who killed people so cruelly and he was even more cruel. She died as a felon, but he saved me and brought her back to life.

It was then that she was convinced that he was the one that had brought her back to life.

Whether it was God's joke or the writer's joke, but it meant she must follow the original route as it is.

So for her third time, she played the villainess role.

She acted so wickedly; she was toxic to that point that no human ever could.

She tried to kill Eute, who was imprisoned in the tower, cursed his mother right in front of him, she bullied Sitara to the point that she committed suicide, and never held a proper funeral for her.

Fearing that she would be sentenced to death, she asked Eute to get her poison to protect her last bit of pride as member of the royal family, and the result was suicide by poisoning.

"I was fortunate enough to be able to get my hands on the poison."

At that third time, he was so vicious that I thought he would not even kill that easily.

And from that point on, things started to get weird.

I thought that if I died following the original narrative, that would be the end. But I never thought that I would come back again. When I returned for the fourth time, I really, really, really wanted to commit suicide.

I couldn't hang myself because I was scared…

I wondered if something went wrong, so even on my fourth regression, I executed my role as Eute's enemy

I thought that I did a good job in my own way, even if my job was to be a tyrant.

Even if Eute rebelled, I wondered if he would show any leniency if as Empress, I said that his work was well done.

Of course, I would often cut the heads of those who opposed my opinions or ideas,

But guys who were nice and handsome were taken as lovers, and so the imperial palace itself became my harem.

It really was.

If I could sum up the fourth life in one word, it was like debauchery in itself.

As a result, arrows were lodged all over my body.

"Now the fifth return."

After suffering a total of four deaths, I realized.

If I don't follow the original narrative, I'll die, and if I do follow the original narrative, I'll die.

She washed her face with both hands.

So, in a word, even if I dodge all the death flags, I'll still eventually die.

I'll die at the hands of Eute.

If I don't follow the original, things will still be twisted and I will end up dead, and if I do follow the original, I'll die on the throne.

I'm tired of acting the same life for the fifth time.

"Your Majesty, have you been coughing?" Her shoulders drooped at the sound of Amy's voice, who was right outside her room.

I am nineteen now. Every time I wake up from after dying, I returned to this moment, it's crazy…

"Come In."

As she opened her door, she saw her maid, Amy, staring back at her. Amy always seemed to check how Ophelia is feeling.

That's because Princess Ophelia Dain Redania in Lavender Palace's temperament was rumored to be nasty in the Empire and even the Continent.

"What would you like to eat?"

"What's on the menu?"

"We have hot soup with toasted bread, and salmon with avocado salad."

At that same time, Amy was startled. Princess Ophelia, who is usually sensitive and temperamental, would cut off her maid if there was anything she didn't like.

She was, in a few words, a very picky and fussy person. She had the worst personality for a boss.

There were several chefs who she fired right in the morning, just because she didn't like the menu. She folded her fingers a few times.

"Bring the avocado salad with you. I'm going to eat it in my room today."

"The soup... huh?"

I repeated it again with a very cold gaze.

"Do I have to repeat myself again?"

"Oh, no! No!" Amy in a hurry, shook her head and quickly left the room.

That day, among the maids, there will be rumors of 'Princess Ophelia is feeling a little better today'.

Amy slammed the door shut and then Ophelia slept back on her bed.

She buried her face between her hands and reimagined what happened before she died.

"Please, this world is so messed up."

I really wish this world to be completely ruined. I wish a meteorite would come flying from the sky, or lava suddenly erupted, I just wish they would all die.

Everyone in the world dies, am I the only one that keep coming back like this?

The thought of that send a chill down her spine once again.

"It's creepy."

She felt suffocated, She felt all sensations she had once felt when she was hanged.

What is certain is no matter what I live for be it for good or bad, death is the once thing that's coming for me for sure.

And this time, with all my heart, I really wish to die 'comfortably'.

"So how should do I die?"