Read Rondo of Mistakes :: Prologue

I was once told to never find peace, and the person responsible for saying it was my maternal grandfather.

He was by no means, an enchanter or a hexer, and yet those words seem to carry a certain kind of curse that continues to plague my life until now.

To be born in a prestigious family, whose name carries years worth of historical significance. Naturally, the public would expect me to live, to act like the graceful and refined lady I was meant to be. In fact, some even went too far by referring to me as a ‘Princess’ despite having no traces of nobility in my bloodline, and for my name which bears resemblance to a certain princess from a chivalric romance of the Old World.

Juliette Richter should have lived that kind of life.

Running away from home, nearly end up as homeless, a society that doesn’t even like me in the first place, my stinky rolled up carpet, and the static noise of television that seemed to look like thousands of ants fighting each other, I guess my direction in life is heading towards the path it was intended in the beginning, all according to my grandfather's wishes.

Because I have so many mistakes, that's why all of these are happening to me.

Mistakes that are mine, mistakes that are not even mine, regardless, you cannot extinguish a brand so deeply embedded under your skin.

With that thought in mind, and despite everything that comes after me, I aim to live life normally like many others do. One day, these mistakes of mine will vanish as if washed away by the shore, by the incoming tide at dawn.

That's right. If I continue to live life like this, then even someone like me can reach the pinnacle of life.

And yet——

"...Ah."

The sound of a collapsed ceiling, dust and smoke alike billowing in the wake of its aftermath. Panicked noises of exclamation would echo throughout the entire structure, and yet that's all there's to it. Ashen hair that blends well with the destruction behind us, a stare that penetrates, and I gulped. A gloved yet rough hand, with a grip so tight against my waist it speaks to me; don't go, you can't go.

From the perspective of a regular bystander, they might mistake us as dancing, but to those who know what's going on, it's a whole different story.

"What is your answer?"

"A——A——Ah—"

I stutter, but the answer is obvious enough at this point.

How the hell did this happened to me——

Ten minutes ago, I was about to head out, return to my days where neither of this had ever happened in the first place. To be within extremely close proximity with a notorious killer was not what I expected for the incoming future!

"My answer is——"

Whatever I said about seeking a normal life, that idea is better off thrown into a trash can.

Because it seems I just did a grave mistake!