The boy's laughter stopped abruptly when he heard this and he looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Do you think so?"
"Yes."
"A lot of people say that, but hearing it from you makes me even happier."
"…"
He is very handsome, why didn't I notice him before?
I remember the past, the first time at the royal event where demons and angels had made peace after a great war.
[A small part of the memories]
After 19 years, I was formally introduced for the first time, of course without a sword and aggressive behavior, and this was a moment of destiny for me, or rather a doomed moment.
I still remember the frightened faces of the audience who were always curious to see me, and the face of the man who was introduced as the most ruthless emperor in the angelic realm,
[Rian Skelt Carnelian]. He was someone who, contrary to all the rumors, was different.
His blond hair shone under the chandelier light, and his crystal red eyes seemed completely emotionless.
Resting his chin on his hand, he leaned back on his throne.
I saw my reflection in those crystal eyes as if he was only examining my movements.
"Be careful, Jesa, that man… you shouldn't get close to him."
The person I called aunt and the only elder sister my mother had, pulled back her long silver hair, held a fan in front of her mouth, and looked at me sideways.
Both of us were standing in the middle of the hall, facing that man, with the faint sound of angels' whispering filling the hall.
Finally, after a long pause, the man opened his mouth.
"So, you said your name is Jesa."
"That's right, Your Majesty."
I answered immediately without a moment's hesitation, guiding my silver hair behind my earlobe.
The red eyes and silver hair, indicating the Diavolen royal family, but the only person in the family who didn't have those white hair was my mother. Now that I think about it, I originally inherited my mother's brown hair. However, every time my grandfather wanted to use my power or take me to the nobility, he would force me to dye my hair silver. I really loved my natural hair color, but in the past, I had no choice. Maybe I didn't even want it myself.
Amid the hall's silence, the doors suddenly opened, and a young man with blond hair and red eyes, like the emperor, entered. The boy had a completely emotionless and serious face; by looking at him, one could say he was the crown prince.
The young man stood beside me, but it was as if he didn't notice my presence. He opened his mouth with a relatively loud voice, addressing the emperor,
"I apologize for my delay, Father."
Rian just nodded and turned back to me. The boy followed his father's eyes and looked at me. I tilted my head towards him and bowed, and that was the moment he finally noticed my presence.
"Greetings to the crown prince of the angelic empire."
Silence… Why isn't he responding? Did I make a mistake?
I raised my head and stared into his eyes.
He looked completely surprised and frightened. What made the crown prince scared of me? I hadn't done anything yet… There it was again, that frightened look!
The boy pressed his lips together and finally started to speak after a pause.
"Oh… I'm sorry… Princess… I hope you have a good time in heaven."
It seemed like a forced smile appeared on his lips, and he quickly turned his head and walked away.
Unlike me, he was known for his good reputation among the angels… beauty, manners, intelligence, power.
In contrast, despite having all these, I was still known as a villain; in everyone's eyes, I was a monster. No one saw me as anything but a hybrid monster, and no one seemed happy about my presence in that place.
[Present time]
*Tock*
The sound of someone's footsteps outside the cottage brought me back to the present. The boy, in a defensive posture, was staring outside.
Someone was patrolling outside the cottage and had found the prince's location. From the boy's reaction, it was clear that the person who had died behind me was an infiltrator killed by the boy.
I turned into a villain who mercilessly killed anyone commanded, becoming a tool for evil. Despite my death, the havoc continued, and I became a wandering spirit. Now, with a chance for redemption, I decided to change my ways. But can those who hated me become my family, and can someone hurt by me fall in love with me?
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