Zeusia, who only uttered a single word, looked unusually distressed.
Her eyes seemed wet, perhaps because of the moisture still remaining on her face.
‘If it’s Calliope, it’s definitely…..’
Calliope Dilohim. It was my biological father’s name.
Instead of saying “Daddy?” i closed my mouth.
‘On the day I was born, Senya almost died because she said my father’s name by mistake. It might just make Zeusia’s temper worse.’
If it’s me, She might try to kill me because I responded to her.
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out which way would be less urgent.
‘If i die no matter what i do……!’
I held on to the trowel with both hands, as if my life was at stake, and decided to greet her cheerfully, as I was from a land of courtesy in the East in my previous life.
“It’s my first time meeting you, your highness.”
“……..”
There’s no answer.
“Oh, aren’t you feeling cold?”
I tried giving her an innocent smile, but she still didn’t react.
Rather than easing the frozen atmosphere, it felt like the temperature around me dropped by 10 degrees every time I spoke.
Just when I felt strongly that I had failed, Zeusia’s face, which was staring at me, crumpled without warning.
“You are not Calliope.”
….What?
If there’s one thing I’m grateful to Zeusia and my unknown biological father, it’s that they passed on great genes to me.
The soft pink hair reminiscent of cherry blossoms and the red eyes that looked exactly like Zeusia’s were so harmonious and lovely that it was embarrassing.
Moreover, my delicate facial features are so cute that, to be honest, every time I look in the mirror, I find myself smiling languidly.
I’m not narcissistic at all, and I’m objectively cute.
Klein, Senya, and other employees who occasionally visit the annex also had disarmed expressions whenever they saw me.
It is natural for parents and children to resemble each other, but my overall facial features resembled my biological father, Calliope, rather than Zeusia.
If he had been acting like a father, we would have been pink bungeoppang.
Note : bungeoppang, It is a Korean food. I don’t know why Koreans make similes so weird sometimes, honestly.
But!
‘How can you confuse this big man with a little girl?’
She must have gone crazy from fighting too many wars, or from doing too many bad things.
Maybe she was just crazy from the moment i was born.
‘Wow, I was glaring without realizing it.’
With the thought, “Oops,” I smiled innocently again, but it seems I was a step too late.
Immediately, Zeusia’s gaze became as sharp as it had been when we first met.
“Well, there’s no way that bastard is here.”
Zeusia, brushing her hair, smiled cynically and muttered.
‘Oh, that cub isn’t there, but your cub is here? So please save me!’
Of course i couldn’t get that nonsense out of my mouth.
“It means that you are not Calliope…”
“……..”
“It means you are the thing I gave birth to that day.”
“….I’ll say hello your Majesty.”
If I pretended to be friendly with a woman who didn’t even like to call me ‘daughter’, let alone give me her name, I might lose my head.
I politely called her ‘Your Majesty’ and – although the pronunciation was a bit off – I bowed somewhat as I had learned from Klein.
She quietly watched the sequence of my greetings without any comment.
Soon after i fully stood up, I carefully lifted my head and looked up at Zeusia.
A face so beautiful that it makes you forget about this messed up situation for a moment.
But don’t be fooled by this pretty face….
“You have grown a lot.”
My heart sank.
‘You’ve grown up a lot’, isn’t that a cliché line that indifferent parents say when they feel affection for their child?
It felt like the death flag that had been erected so closely had become a little bent.
“It’s my sixth birthday today, no, uh, yesterday.”
“Has it already been six years?”
I nodded urgently.
Yes, Zeusia is also a human being, so it’s impossible for her to have no maternal affection at all.
If you think about it, since the original story hasn’t started yet, she could be said to be still a ‘lesser’ idiot.
My hope that i would survive rose brightly.
The route of going into exile with two maids wasn’t bad, but living as a lovely princess who rehabilitated her tyrant mother was, by all accounts, the true ending.
‘Use the original information to revive the Eastern Empire and get along well with the Western Empire. Along with that, my mom also makes people.’
A happy future seemed to be in sight.
The past six years felt like the foundation for this day.
‘Can i hug her then?’
After wriggling my little hands, I made up my mind and started my engine to hug her.
“Looking at you, you don’t look like me at all…except for the color of my eyes. But you look like that bastard Calliope.”
Yikes, I guess not yet.
I hastily hid my arm that was about to reach out towards her, and I laughed and measured my timing.
Let’s not forget that 『The Mad Emperor’s Red Bedroom』 is different from other romance novels.
Zeusia is not just a tyrant in name, but a truly crazy woman.
It would be difficult for me to assume that i had completely escaped the possibility of death.
‘Should i change my strategy now? How on earth can I get out of this situation?’
After a long time, Zeusia opened her mouth, perhaps knowing that my insides were burning.
“You’ve really grown a lot. It was annoying when it was the size of my palm, but now that it’s bigger, it’s incomparably annoying.”
Hah? Wait a minute…..?
Isn’t i really cute because i am so big?
“If you’re six years old, you’re not an adult yet.”
Zeusia’s lips softly recited, drawing a graceful line.
Her smile was so captivating that it took my breath away, but at the same time, it was a cruel smile that I saw again after 6 years.
“I would have told you to stay out of sight until you were an adult and could aim for my head.”
“………”
“You are just like your father and disobedient.”
Damn it. Oh my god.
But it was much quicker for Zeusia’s hand to lift my collar than i say anything.
“Ugh… !”
I was convinced that I was really going to die this time. Because the life she felt in her was so vivid.
It was the same situation as that day six years ago, except that it was outdoors and I had grown up quite a bit.
My mother, Zeusia, who held her life, and the helpless me who had even her life or death taken away by her.
‘If i had known this would happen, i would have just quietly died six years ago.’
However, my nihilistic thoughts only lasted for a moment.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
The resentment and resentment that had been building up for 6 years, which I didn’t even know existed, exploded like a volcano from my chest.
“what?”
“I have never said that I wanted to be born! The ruined child gave birth to the child as she pleases, and I wonder, why, why are you doing this…!”
Rather than easily subsiding, once the anger exploded, it fueled my resentment even further.
Because of her decisions, which she made based on her whims, the miserable days she had lived so far passed like a flash before her eyes.
Feeling like I was being eaten by my emotions, I struggled as hard as I could.
“Let me go…! It hurts, it hurts!”
My speech was almost muffled with crying, but I didn’t stop struggling.
“YOU ARE SO BAD!”
I had been ignoring it, trying not to think about it, but in fact, there was a question i had been harboring since the day i decided to leave the imperial palace.
If she was going to kill me as soon as she gave birth anyway, why did Zeusia wait until the day she gave birth?
‘If she had been harboring me for ten months with the intention of killing me, i would have died in the first place…’
Before I knew it, Zeusia’s hand that lifted my neck had loosened.
The moment I realized that, I said what I wanted to say most.
In the loudest voice I can make.
“Either you have a baby or not!”
This was what i wanted to say not only to Zeusia, but also to my parents from my previous life.
‘If you’re going to throw me away so irresponsibly, you shouldn’t have had me!’
The pain was solely the responsibility of the remaining child.
I was in the same situation, both in my past life and in this life where I was possessed, and I tried my best to survive.
Even in desperate situations, I turned on the positive circuit to the point where it seemed pathological and did everything I could.
So, somehow, I held on with a smile. I have lived so hard without harming others.
But why is the world so cruel to abandoned children?
“Ahhhh!”
Without realizing that the pressure on my neck had completely disappeared, I began to cry so loudly that my face was completely wet.
• ❁ • ❁ • ❁ •By Esraa• ❁ • ❁ • ❁ •
