The Princess's Doll Shop - Chapter 47

The part that is veering from the original novel occurred not too long ago.

The death of the Crown Prince.

‘Starting from my debutante banquet.’

Perhaps there was no such event in the original novel.

Kathia smiled bitterly. The me in the original novel must’ve been a little bit more cowardly, and a bit wiser.

As she kept blaming herself for her faults, Kathia tried her best to closely examine the paragraph where she and Hannah were introduced in the novel.

[The Second Consort’s purge initiated.

The Imperial Crown Prince and the Third Prince were shredded apart to be used as animal feed, while the thorn in her eye, the First Consort’s head was decapitated and hung on the side of the palace wall.

Due to the previous emperor’s bad habit, slaughtering the worthless common-blooded Third Consort and Imperial Princess, who leeched off of him in the detached palace, as well as countless concubines, felt so refreshing inside.

What’s left now is the sleeping Empress and her idiotic son.]

That was it.

With such effort. There was only about this much. That’s why, until now, I’ve lived without realizing this world was inside a novel.

Even if I knew, it would still be a ‘dead-ending’. This, that is.

What happened to that life of extreme ups and downs that my mother and I faced, huh?

Kathia glared at those words, her face full of disbelief for a long time.

“…Ugh. Even if I do this, it’s not like the original novel would rewrite itself or anything…”

It’s not like I can go pick a fight with the author.

Let’s just get back to the main issue at hand.

According to the original novel, in any case, the Imperial Crown Prince should’ve died later.

On the day of the Second Prince’s uprising.

Next summer, the Second Prince, Daniel Lotti del Brezina, along with the help of the Arcane Tower, revolted.

Of course, behind him, was the Second Consort holding the strings.

The result was a complete success.

They acted swiftly to grab a hold of the Imperial Palace and killed off all members of the imperial family, except for the main character, the youngest prince.

The reason why the Second Consort left the youngest prince alone was because she needed an easy-to-manipulate chess piece.

He was useful in many ways to her, but only on the outside.

It resulted in the youngest prince living life as a hostage when conflict broke out between the Brezina and Pelsod Empire, rolling around like a ball for many years, fighting many small battles near the border area.

As the youngest Swordmaster by the age of 22, he finally took the imperial throne…

“If I time this just right, we don’t need to go through all of these hardships.”

With the youngest prince also preparing a revolt, in any case, he just needs to strike first.

Who cares if he becomes emperor at a young age? He’s the protagonist after all.

Alright, good. Moving along, then, the next big incident that happens is…

Kathia tried her best to run it through her head and write it down with her pen.

She scrawled things down continuously but then stopped at a certain point, it was none other than the time when the female protagonist appeared.

‘Should I mention that or not?’

After careful consideration, Kathia decided not to point it out. That fact would be better kept as a secret, as he falls desperately in love with his fated pair.

On top of that, this was the best time to find him color but if she were to blabber on, it felt like she was going to receive judgment from the heavens.

“Color…”

Halfway laying on the desk, Kathia slowly moved her pen.

Color. Colors. Colorblind.

Not being able to see colors, I wonder what that feels like.

As it flowed through her mind, the pen stopped suddenly. Kathia put down her pen and kept gathering and releasing a lock of her hair in front of her eyes.

Light pink. A color that resembles the petals of a cherry blossom the most.

My eyes are light blue. The color of a clear summer sky.

Turning her head slightly, she saw the desk is the color brown. The color of a tree’s roots.

Now entering through the window, the color of the colorblind boy was black.

…What color?

“Please excuse me.”

“…”

“Thankfully, I came to the right place.”

But, you came through the completely wrong way though?

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