Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

I'm surprised.

Carol said that this was taught to her by a sister nun, who also taught her things like arithmetic.

But I didn’t have many opportunities to leave the palace, so I didn’t have the chance to meet the nun.

Carol has been talking about the nun a lot lately, and I kind of want to get to know her."

Grace inferred from the contents of the diary that this should be a record of her mood from a year ago.

I don’t know why, but I feel a little complicated.

Grace before must have been a very good person, kind, sincere, and treating everyone equally.

Except for those ugly relatives, almost no one disliked her.

Grace shook off the unnecessary emotions and continued reading.

My current identity is Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess. Only by entering into the inner world of this princess can I better integrate myself into the society.

She quickly flipped through the pages, wanting to know about the Fifth Princess' recent situation.

But what followed was shocking to her.

"10.26

Today is my mother's memorial day. I secretly went to the cemetery to pay my respects. When my father found out, he was so angry that he wanted to kill me with a sword.

He only slapped me twice, and it hurt.

I don’t know what I did wrong…why does my father always treat me like this.

But I am indeed my father's biological child...

I heard that my royal sister has returned to the northwest of the empire and will be back next week.

I haven't seen my sister for two whole years.

I really miss her.

10.29

I don’t know why I cried again today, there is no reason.

I seem to be crying for no apparent reason lately.

Belle was licking my palm, it seemed like it could read people's moods...

Fortunately, there is Bell.

Sister, please come back soon.

11.3

The Queen is back!! She brought a lot of rare things.

She is prettier, more mature, and more powerful than before.

Talked to me a lot.

I was really happy today, and I didn’t cry secretly for no reason.

11.15

Bell is missing... Why is Bell missing? I can't find it anywhere.

It's really well behaved. It's so cold outside, where can it run to?

Bell please show up soon.

11.20

Bell's body was found, and my sister covered my eyes and wouldn't let me see it.

But I know that it was killed by my royal brother.

Am I really useless?

11.23

Untitled, I cried again today.

11.25

My sister's reception is the day after tomorrow. I seem to have no motivation to do anything lately. I hope things will be better tomorrow.

11.26

The royal sister chatted with Sarah while I was sleeping and said that the wine at the banquet was poisoned.

They thought I was asleep in the carriage and were talking in secret.

Why doesn't the emperor want to tell me this?"

As Grace's eyes followed the beautiful handwriting, passing over the girl's life journey.

Her eyes were suddenly filled with a picture that did not belong to her memory.

Tiny dots are played before your eyes like a ticker tape in an old movie.

She saw a girl who looked exactly like herself in the huge room.

Facing him was Victoria, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress.

The fifth princess in the picture was shaking constantly. She was holding a goblet, and the blood-red wine was swaying gently along with her body.

The rim of the cup was brought close to the pale lips, and the wine was completely drunk in one gulp.

Then the girl's eyes were red, and tears could not help but flow down her cheeks in despair and sorrow. She asked softly with a trembling voice and a crying tone,

"Sister, did you hesitate before handing me the wine glass? If... I died, would you be a little sad?"

55. Do you want to take a bath with the emperor sister?

Victoria, who always gave Grace a cool and calm image, showed for the first time a look of being out of control of the situation.

"Who told you that the drink was poisoned?"

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes blinked rapidly because of her restlessness, and her slender fingers firmly grasped the fifth princess' wrist.

"And I never meant to hurt you."

"Sister, I'm not stupid..."

The fifth princess felt disheartened. She smiled softly, but it was uglier than crying.

"Why are you still so calm? You didn't even think of snatching it when I drank it?"

Victoria remained silent, her eyes began to move downwards, and the drooping corners of her mouth could not conceal her indifference and selfishness.

Silence is the best answer.

The glass that was tightly clenched in his hand was released, and it broke into pieces with a snap.

The girl came to a decisive conclusion: "Sister, you have never cared about me for a moment."

"When I took the poisoned wine, I looked at you and Sarah eleven times, but not once did you want to say - my dearest sister, the wine is poisoned."

The expression on the girl's face was almost broken, desperate and helpless, with tears all over her cheeks like a lily withered in spring.

"Not once."

Victoria's expression was not good. Even if you have raised a pet for three months, you will still feel an inseparable feeling when you lose it.

Victoria lowered her head and her face turned a little pale.

Perhaps she felt guilty for a moment, so she stepped forward, hugged the thin girl in her arms, and whispered an apology in her ear.

"Grace...I'm sorry, I really do think of you as my sister."

But such an apology can no longer change any outcome.

"It would be nice if it was true. Even if it's a lie, I'll be very happy, sister."

The fifth princess smiled softly, pushed away the embrace that had been lingering on her before, and then let out a long, self-deprecating sigh.

"...Actually, if my death is the Imperial Sister's plan, I am willing to do it... It doesn't matter whether I live or not."

The girl's pair of clear eyes that had no offensive intent completely collapsed and shattered into pieces like glass that had been hit hard.

She clutched Victoria's gorgeous bright red sleeve tightly and reluctantly, as if begging her owner not to abandon her pet, revealing a distressed expression.

"But I am so sad, sister. I wouldn't be so sad if you were even a little bit sad."

The fifth princess wiped the tears from her cheeks. She stopped crying and instead showed a faint smile.

"But it doesn't matter. I'm not afraid of pain. I will be poisoned silently and die just like my sister planned."

Even at the end, Victoria did not call the royal physician.

……

Grace was pulled out of her memory, and the blood in her body began to surge almost instantly.

All of this, from beginning to end, was all secretly planned by Victoria! Whether it was the farce in the court or her own poisoning... it was all.

His five fingers were almost clenching the thin paper. An uncontrollable sadness and anger was like a huge wave that was about to swallow him up.

After the confrontation, Victoria knew from the first moment she saw her that she was no longer the royal sister who only had eyes for her.

So she never doubted her words.

And she was not sad about it, but shamelessly used her new self as her chess piece!

Grace clenched her teeth, her chest heaving rapidly, her body seemed to be tortured between ice and fire, and her breathing was heavy.

For the first time, she was so angry that she was about to go crazy. Rage took over her entire chest and she even wanted to stand up and overturn everything in front of her.

That kid did nothing wrong!

She is obviously just a good kid who loves life, is kind and wants to get along well with everyone. Why, why should she be treated like this?

For the first time, Grace empathized with the Fifth Princess. She raised her head, but could only see a contented figure.

Sarah performed her maid duties as usual.

Anger was growing wildly inside her, and Grace couldn't help but question loudly in the silence.

Why are the perpetrators who abandoned that sincere and pure girl among countless choices still at large?

The child was clearly living in the abyss of pain every day, so why did the last bit of light in her life become the despair that strangled her life?

When Grace was still a child, she also had an older sister similar to Victoria in that huge, cage-like mansion of the chaebol.

At that time, my grandfather was the owner of a huge chaebol, and my father was an illegitimate son who was not allowed to be seen in public.

This doesn't affect anything, my grandfather loves my father very much.

There may have been hardships in her young years, but Grace has long forgotten them.

She only remembered that when she moved into that magnificent villa, her father and mother's faces were filled with joy and excitement, and she herself began to live a life like a princess.

For a long time, Grace thought her life was extremely happy and surrounded by love.

But the lustful beasts who wanted to divide up this huge fortune did not actually welcome me.

At first they pretended to be friendly and never showed any sign of their fangs.

Later, my grandfather died and my father successfully took over the throne through the will.

In her more lofty days, of all the voices that could be heard, Grace heard only love, beauty and praise.

I saw it rise from the ground, and I also saw it collapse in an instant.

His father was murdered in a man-made car accident, and he lost the roof that sheltered him from the wind and rain.

All the kind relatives bared their terrifying fangs like wild beasts. They devoured themselves but did not leave any medical expenses for the mother who suffered from ALS.

Before, the cousin who was closest to me also seemed to have changed into a crazy look.

When I was extremely disappointed and grabbed her collar and asked her why she became the perpetrator.

She seemed to have also degenerated into a two-limbed beast in the madness of interests. She also grabbed her shoulders and growled angrily:

"You know, I'm really jealous of you. I'm crazy jealous of you. I'm afraid that you're not living a good life, but I'm even more afraid that you're living a better life than me."

"You and I are illegitimate children of illegitimate children. We have simply returned to our original starting point. Why do you have to show me such disappointment and sorrow?"