Serira patted my shoulder as I grabbed my head with a grave expression. Was my mom trying to cheer me up, or is it just me feeling like she was bidding farewell to me? Sob, sob.

  “It’s alright. I’m sure His Majesty will understand.”


  Assisi spoke with a proud look. I was more frustrated by the comforting words that he had just thrown. He could only say that because it’s not his problem.

  I was now feeling an indescribable feeling after these series of unfortunate events. It was not a life crisis where God threw me out to a den filled with sin! I felt like I met the boss as soon as I started playing the game!!! Game of Life Over!

  “What should I do? What should I do? How could I get out of this dilemma?”


  I walked around while grabbing my head, but I had no idea what else to do after that. Ah, I should just shut up and get down on my knees. If I begged like my hands turned into my third and fourth feet, then I would do it without reservation. No! I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t! I still wanted to live! I couldn’t die like this!

  How on earth should we deal with this hardship, crisis, and misfortune? I tried to think of a good plan, but time passed, and I could not think of anything, and before I noticed it, the time of my judgment had finally come!

  “Princess, it’s time for dinner.”


  An innocent maid who knew nothing told me when to die. I really didn’t want to die.

  “Can I just skip my dinner tonight? I’m not hungry.”


  “Are you feeling sick? Would you like me to send the doctor here?”


  “No, I just don’t feel like eating.”


  If I ate now, then I was afraid of going sick later. No, I would definitely feel sick if I sat beside my father right now. I would be the first princess who would die after feeling ill because of her father in this world! However, when she saw my stern look, Serira placed her hand on my shoulder before speaking.

  “… wouldn’t that make the emperor even more upset?”


  “….”


  Why were moms always right? She would always nail the point right on the head; it made me feel guilty all the time… sob, sob.

  Eventually, her words made me concede. As I clenched my teeth and left for the restaurant, Assisi, who took my hand, showed a sad look at me. ‘Don’t do that. Don’t you ever do that, too! You’re really making me feel like my life is over!’


  I felt like I was a swine being dragged into a slaughterhouse. I thought I could finally understand what livestock would feel moments before their death.

  Oh, those pigs, so this was how they felt… They felt this sad and hopeless.

  Sob sob, they were so delicious, though. They were the best. Every part of them was pleasant! However, for my Dad, the pork belly was the best. I’d argue, though, that lettuce, pork belly, and soju was still perfection!

  …but Dad doesn’t know what soju was. Tsk tsk, poor soul.

  I glared uncomfortably at the door of the restaurant; I was now on the verge of a breakaway. Yeah, I died once in my life, but I didn’t want to do it all over again. Let’s go as far as I could go today.