……

Day after day repeated, people sought joy in their anguish. 「」

That afternoon, I followed my own wishes and released the betrothed pigeon's dove, but compared to this person, the marriage contract that could not release the pigeon as I wished was the real trouble that I could not get rid of.

The root of this troubles did not come from my father, who doted on me, nor from the person who was betrothed with an embroidered pillow and the family behind him, but from my mother, the queen of the kingdom, my own mother.

I could feel that she didn't really like me, even though I was the first child she had been so eager to come to.

The reason why she doesn't like me is so obvious is because of my looks:

Black hair, black eyes, and a beautiful majesty, but the ancestors of both parents could not find similar eyes.

When I was born, I was almost assumed not to be my father's biological daughter - you know, what a blow it was for a woman who was the first lady of the kingdom.

Thanks to the magic, even if I could not find the slightest resemblance to my parents from beginning to end, it still relied on its undeniable authority to determine that I was undoubtedly the biological daughter of my father and mother.

Magic saved my life, and I think that's why I've had an indescribable affection for it since I was a child.

But contrary to me, even though magic had also saved the Queen's reputation, she still didn't like it—

Oh, don't think of my parent-child relationship with my mother so badly, although my mother's feelings for me are so complicated, but they are far from the point where you need to be tired of the house.

The reason why she doesn't like magic is probably because of the existence of magic. "I've strayed further and further from the path of an orthodox royal princess.

My dear Queen Mother, is an orthodox Tamara woman. A model among the first ladies, she certainly does not allow her daughter, whose appearance deviates from her expectations, whose personality deviates from her expectations, even her marriage and her future.

There are two tools she uses to correct my deviations:

One was the marriage that seemed to me not to be a wonderful marriage, but it met all expectations, and the other was the Lady of Cultivation who had advised me by her attendants—and with the coma of the Countess of Comodo, I was soon in the nineteenth place.

I have to say that the queen mother's method of correcting me is really gentle, although it has brought some small changes to my life. But the actual effect seems to be almost non-existent at present.

Compared to the cleanness with which she dealt with my father's amorous affairs and illegitimate children outside, she did to me. Gentle as the caress of the spring breeze-

Even if I don't care about the lives of the noblewomen, but by hearsay and hearsay, I know that the "persuasion" of the noblewomen, even if it is only a gentle method of cutting off the source of income, is much more harsh than she is to me.

More than once I complained to my maid Angelina: "If only the queen had been more violent in her treatment of me!" ”

Well, maybe I'm having enough time to take it anymore. "" will really put into practice some of the actions that have been planned in mind for a long time. And not like now, scruples about a lot of things-

My yearning for freedom seems to have started the day I landed. It is carved in my bones, which is incompatible with the fate of an orthodox royal princess, just as my appearance is incompatible with this family.

I love and take pride in my looks, even though it still doesn't fit in with the world's common aesthetic.

However, for the sake of freedom, I may not care about the status of the fifth in line to the throne of this kingdom, but I cannot help but care about the complicated and worried gaze of the queen mother when she occasionally looks at me, the adoring and curious eyes of my lovely siblings, the prickly beard and kiss of my father, and the blood and responsibility that have been destined to be inseparable from this country from the moment of birth.

My adolescence was spent alternating between mystical and interesting magical learning and boring royal lady education.

My results are as good as ever, just as my talent is unquestionable.

I fell deeper and deeper into magic in the alternating love of boredom and addiction, into the deviated fate in the worried gaze of the queen mother, and when my yearning for freedom was finally suffocated once again by the constraints of reality, my ambition finally became unquenchable.

The night before I made my decision, I quietly went to meet my teacher, the rogue white-bearded old man of the court mage regiment. 「」

He said to me, "If you have made up your mind, then I will take you away from this country and away from the world in three days, as you wish, and you will receive my complete mantle inheritance, and in the world of magic, realize your true exploration of the world, and your ambition for unfettered freedom." ”

I gave him a smile.

……

And then—

No then.

Two days later, the news of the undeclared war of the neighboring countries, and the flames of war beginning to ignite on the soil of my country, spread from the border to the royal capital.

The people were in an uproar, the nobles were in an uproar, the royal family was in an uproar.

Fate turned my future like a toyer.

My girlhood, which belongs to me and dreams of freedom, ends on this day.

My betrothed is from the only family in the kingdom with a hereditary dukedom.

Under such circumstances, in order to stabilize the political situation and provide a stable rear for the war, the fate of me, an adult royal princess who has reached the age of eighteen, to marry and become a future duchess has almost become inevitable.

But at the royal family's family dinner on the third day of the news, I appeared at the table, slowly and proudly raising my slender chin, and personally rejected this almost predestined fate. 「」

Five days later, the blue marigold flag, representing the members of the royal family, appeared at the front of the pledge procession.

My mother, the first lady of the kingdom, fainted and lay ill in bed.

……

Two months later, the battle on the front line was deadlocked.

Rex put on his armor and sword at the second pledge, knelt down and kissed the horns of my father's robes, and held the hands that had suddenly grown old and wrinkled. To his king said:

"If you follow her, you will bring her back safely—by the sword and honor of the minister. We will surely complete the engagement in your witness! ”

My betrothed came after me and brought me the thoughts of my relatives and the blessings of my subjects.

Our troops merged into one, drove the invaders to the border, sounded the horn of a pre-dawn counteroffensive.

The iron hooves of the king's ** team set foot on the territory of the enemy country.

The pre-dawn sky, as dark as every dream.

The blue marigold flag snapped in the canyon, staining the flag with blood.

I was lucky that my loyal soldiers fought to get me back and didn't let me die on the battlefield. "The corpse was taken by those hateful enemies.

The long arrow pierced my left chest and my heart. It looks as off track as my whole life - it's on the left.

This earned me a little longer.

I gave Rex the talisman and the seal, the first and last time I looked at him.

“…… My Country,...... Father...... Queen mother...... I'll leave it all to you......"

He held my hand and kissed my fingertips, tears falling down the back of my hand in large chunks, crying like a child.

- This infatuated fool and unreliable little white face, even if he has a next life. I still won't marry you.

[This life. Do you regret it? 】

As I was dying, I heard someone ask me this.

[No, it's not ......]

……

This life. I have so much, affection, love, loyalty, friendship, status, glory, dignity...... Too much, too much.

It's just that......

It's just that after all, there are some regrets, regrets that "three days later" can no longer be realized......

……

The beautiful marigolds are finally frozen in May of the eighteenth late spring of life, the moment before they bloom.

A month later, the news of the victory and the obituary spread to the royal capital.

People took to the streets with flowers and wreaths to celebrate and weep at the same time.

And I don't see that anymore.

In accordance with my last wishes, Rex cremated me with his own hands.

He sprinkled my ashes from the cliffs of the canyon and let it fall into the river, floating away freely with the wind......

***

……

【…… Good stubborn soul ......]

【…… Do you want to fight against fate......]

【…… Reincarnation after reincarnation, the soul will be obscured ......]

【…… So, go ahead ......]

……

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May in Warren, green fields.

The shepherdess grazes her flock, and the man's loud and high-pitched love songs echo across the mountains.

This is the May when the grass grows and the warbler flies, which belongs to the May of the lover's appointment, and even the two sheep I graze are grinding in their ears and temples, feeding each other the tender grass, and even the bleating cry is very lingering.

A sunny April day, high and cloudy, was no different from every Mayday in the past.

I chewed on the sweet grass roots, lay on the grass with my back to the sky, and heard the sound of the shepherd dog Kalhech running and jumping in my ears.

I am an ordinary shepherdess, the daughter of a blacksmith.

My father was a slave of a large manor or two, and because he could make an iron tool or two, he was given the same status as a hired freeman from his master.

But my mother is said to have been the master's slave girl, so I, who was born through the union of the two, was also the property of my master.

I don't have a name, my dad is called Saul, and I'm called Saul's daughter, or little Saul.

I rolled over, not patting the grass clippings on my back, and underneath my unkempt black hair was a blackened face that I couldn't see.

Hey, that's what you think anyway.

As the property of the master, the ownership of the female slave by the slave owner is more natural than the right of the nobles to the lord to have the right of the first night.

And I have the misfortune to have a somewhat special face.

Even more unfortunate, the black-haired and black-eyed features of this face seem to bear some resemblance to the witches who preach and ignorant people claim to bring calamity and pestilence.

And from the rumors of those evangelists and ignorant people, it is said that several knight lords near our noble domain are a little unstable, and it is said that the knight lords are going to fight, and maybe the lords of our realm will also join in.

Anyway, I don't know what the war is all about, but I know that after my dad got the news, he came back with a sad face all day long. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. )