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[Insert] Princess Bernardina's aspirations

"Princess Bernardina, how could you do this?

Staring at me, my beloved looked away.

- You don't even know that? You're not the only one asking me why I foolishly did this?

I was so sad that I couldn't convey my thoughts, I snuck.

"Dear Edoardo, I do not apologize. Because I knew it would end like this."

"Bernardina, why are you..."

To me, Edoardo, you will laugh, and your father's voice will descend in a hurry. If you look at me, I can see your father, but... I'm sorry, Dad. I have no regrets. I didn't think this plan would work better.

"I'm sorry, father. So, what happens to me? Beheaded or claustrophobic? Or is he going to be married somewhere? Whatever."

"You..."

Your father made a fool of me. I know I'm sorry, but I can't undo what I've done.

"Hey, is that guy dead? Um... Chestnut hair sounds like a quiet person."

"She's alive."

"That's... that's great. So you're lucky you're unhappy."

I remember the girl who tried to kill me. Looks like a quiet, plain impressed girl. A mediocre girl who is close enough to exceed her identity with that girl, just worth it. It's weird that some of us grate our breasts that she's glad she didn't die, and on the other hand, spit why she didn't die, which leaves us with a tickle and a laugh.

"Come on, let's get this over with. Please take me with you. I'll come anywhere. Tell Chezi, your mother and Ildebrand about it from your father. If this happens, I won't see you again."

I remember my dear family and my chest ached. Close your eyelids and work your way through the sentiments. Didn't you make up your mind when you decided to dye your hands on a stupid plan? Hold on, Bernardina.

I stretched out my spine and smiled as beautifully as I could. If it's to be remembered by anyone you like, I want to look beautiful. A woman would naturally think so, wouldn't she?

"Belle......"

He used to call me by my nickname. Belle, that's how you called me when you were young, when you were lining up your desks with me. And this time I came to this country, and now you call me for the first time. When that girl was next door, she never called me by my nickname.

Keep the joy that springs up, and I will pack that one with a smile. As deep as possible, so as to scratch.

"It's all your fault. Because you didn't choose me. Goodbye, Mr. Edoardo. I truly loved you."

Goodbye, my dear.

When I shook off Lady Edoardo, the Kingsguard who came took me to leave the room behind.

"Belle!"

I could hear him calling, but I did not turn around.

Hey, Master Edoardo.

You asked me why.

Why... why? Isn't it decided because I didn't marry you?

This is also revenge for you and your father, who cut off their childhood memories just before they could be fulfilled.

It's also because I wanted to take something important from that girl who took you.

And if you get this far, I'll be something you'll never forget, will I? If you marry that daughter, I may be forgotten as a mere fiancée candidate. I couldn't bear to be forgotten by you without realizing my thoughts. I wanted to stay in you as a scratch.

It's all your fault, Master Edoardo. Because you didn't choose me.

Remember that if you chose her over me, you would have at least had a daughter named me.

I was in love with you, and I thought it was going to happen, and I abandoned myself and threw it all out.

It was more important to me than peace in the world, than the survival of my country.

The celestial tree does not have to be purified. If that were to happen, it was the Virgin Mary who wanted to kill her. I couldn't do it right, and I aimed at the girl that she was sticking with, but if it's true, I wanted to kill her with this hand and hate you.

Hate is fine, so I wanted to feel strong from you. Even though he hated me, I wanted to be remembered by you.

Such a shallow, my wish.

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