Chapter 95
Who Made Me a Princess
Translator: HH Editor: HH
How far did that girlâs magic reach? She even made the guards in front of the door say they were protecting her?
âOnce there was an unpermitted intruder in the library so you changed all the guards.â
âYouâre still going on with that nonsense.â
âHow angry you were back then. Thatâs why the new guards are so tense.â
At Felixâs words, Claude crumpled his face. Now he slightly understood why the guards were being like that.
But he rejected his thoughts and shook his head.
No, it wasnât. It didnât make sense. Those baffling words wouldnât be true.
Felix once again whispered to Claude.
âSince youâre here, you might as well go inside for a bit. You came here often even when Princess Athanasia wasnât here.â
âShut up. I have no memory of that.â
But Claude didnât fall for his words and roughly turned away. The guards said goodbye to him in loud voices.
Not too long after, he stopped. A deep scent was tickling his nose, and he saw a rose garden that he had never seen before.
It was a disgusting extravagance just by looking at the entrance. Wasnât this a fancy garden that an empress or a princess would enjoy?
âAfter discovering that Princess Athanasia likes roses, you ordered the construction of several rose gardens throughout the palace.â
Felix once again whispered to him from behind. Claudeâs shoulder flinched at the wind from Felixâs mouth.
âOf those, the rose garden in the Emerald Palace where Princess Athanasia stays is the most beautiful. The two of you spent time together cozilyâ¦..â
This time Claude remained silent like he didnât hear what Felix was saying. But Claude was still frowning when he was heading to the Garnet Palace.
âThis isnât all. You gave Princess Athanasia a few treasuries filled with jewels and gold. If you want to view them, I can take you there myself.â
âFelixâ¦â¦â
âI apologize, but even if you glare at me like youâre going to swallow me up, what happened isnât going to disappear, Your Majesty.â
Ha. Claude was so speechless at what he said that he laughed.
If what Felix said was true, it was clear the past him was a fool. It wasnât like he was the former emperorâs father who was willing to give his liver and kidneys for his citizens.
So what Felix said so far wasnât the truth. He almost fell for them because they seemed true, but unless he went crazy, that never wouldâve happened.
Claude entered his bedroom feeling more dull than when he left it.
âListening to sickening chatter for a whole day makes me tired. I have to rest, so leave immediately.â
âShouldnât I stay by your side? If thereâs something that makes you uncomfortable, I can be your hands and feet and get it for you, and if youâre curious about something Iâ¦â¦â
âLeave, now.â
***
Claude ordered, almost grinding his teeth.
Felix moved to being forcefully kicked out. Until Claude stopped him after he saw something in his bedroom.
âWait.â
He narrowed his eyes and walked over to the bed that was in the corner.
It was the first time he approached the bed after waking up while vomiting blood. He only slept in short increments, so he always used the sofa instead of the bed.
But the moment he turned his back to Felix, he saw something strange climbing the column of his bed. He went closer and unhesitatingly pulled the curtains aside.
And his face hardened at what he saw.
âWhat is that strange thing? Is it a paper with a spell?â
When he lifted the fabric, there were pieces of paper with suspicious designs on them.
There were figures that looked like monsters or humans drawn horribly, and they were enough to raise his suspicion.
And it was even more strange that it was on the wall of the bedroom that no one saw.
âMy goodness, Your Majesty!â
Felix exclaimed and approached the wall like he was seeing it for the first time. Claude thought there was no doubt the girl had used magic and his face stiffened again.
But what Felix said was completely unexpected.
âYou were cherishing these like this? Ah, I knew that you treasured Princess Athanasia, but I didnât knowâ¦..â
Claude narrowed his eyes again because of Felix, whoâs eyes were wet like he was deeply touched.
âThese are the drawings Princess Athanasaia gifted you when she was younger.â
âSo that means these wicked pictures of magic are indeed from that girlâ¦..â
âWicked magic? Ah, it does look like theyâve been casted with magic seeing that theyâre in a perfectly good condition although theyâre old.â
Claude looked at the drawings in front of him again.
He thought he finally found the proof that the girl had used magic to pretend to be his daughterâ¦.but looking at it again, the magic was none other than Claudeâs. And it was magic to make the drawings last longer.
So did that mean these were simply drawings?
âBut stillâ¦..â
Even considering that, the drawing was still suspicious.
âWhat are these monstrous figures? Itâs obvious that girl gifted me strange drawings to curse me. Then unless I was crazy I wouldnât stick these things on the wallâ¦â¦â
âTo be honest, I was surprised too. You snorted like they were unsatisfactory when Princess Athanasaia gave them to you, but to think that you were cherishing them like thisâ¦..and you even cast magic on them in case they got dirtyâ¦..â
âWhat kind ofâ¦..â
âAh. Donât worry, Your Majesty. I, Felix, have a heavy mouth. So I wonât tell anyone that you stuck these drawings on the wall of your bedroom where no one sees. You donât have to worry.â
Stunned, Claude just looked at Felix.
What? He cherished these drawings? And he even cast magic on it in case they got dirty?
âHaa. Thinking about the old days brings back good memories. It seems like you organized them in order, as expected of you. Ah, you might not remember, so Iâll explain it to you. The first one is what Princess Athanasia drew at 5 years old after spending time with you, and the next in the one she drew when she was 8, of the dream of you and her flying in the sky, and the next is at 9 years old, in her treasuryâ¦..â
Heavens.
It got worse as he listened to it.
Claude gripped his forehead at the migraine. He couldnât believe what Felix was saying, and he didnât want to believe it.
Even if it was true, it was clear there was someone else in his body during all that time. It didnât make sense unless someone pretended to be him. It was so absurd that he couldnât speak.
Claude thought that either he was crazy or Felix was crazy.
But it was strange. From all the evidence, it was more likely that Claude was the crazy one.
âAh! Your Majesty, wonât you take a look at this drawing?â
âAre you saying thereâs another drawing other than these?â
âAs far as I know, thereâs one more.â
âNo, this is enough. You donât need to explain. Itâll probably be another crazy drawing.â
âItâs not. Itâs a portrait that the royal painter himself drew.â
Claude paused while putting the curtains back down.
His voice was different from before.
âPortrait? I drew a portrait?â
It seemed like the crazy acts werenât over yet. Claudeâs eyes shined coldly.
A portrait. He let the royal painter draw a portrait.
âTo be precise, it is a portrait of you and the princess together.â
Claude didnât have the mind to leave traces of him behind in this cold palace. Other successful emperors wished to stick their portraits up, but Claude didnât/
He had never even shown his face in the royal family portraits that were done of the other royal members.
It was because his father and brother had never allowed him, and after he became the emperor, he didnât want it either.
âIt was the princessâs request. Although itâs still incomplete because it was recently started.â
But he said he drew a portrait. With his daughter.
âWhere is it?â
âShall I take you to see it?â
Hatred filled his eyes. Claude was filled with that sudden emotion and followed Felix.
âItâs here. Itâll smell like paintâ¦..â
And when they arrived, Claude didnât listen to him finish and flung the door open.
He moved the heavy curtains aside. The sunlight filled the room.
âThey say the color fades after too much exposure, so you canât leave it open for too long.â
Felix said something about the portraits but Claude didnât hear him.
Like time was frozen, he looked at the drawing in front of him.
In the square room that he was as big as his arm span, there was a drawing in the middle.
Claude was sitting in the maroon chair that was in his office. And next to him, was the girl that he saw in his bedroom that day.
It was incomplete, so it wasnât painted in some places.
But it didnât matter. His attention was focused on the two people in the drawing.
Ha! And Claude laughed at what he saw.
What was that? Was he absorbed in the play that the girl had written?
If the reason why he had done those things was because of magic, it meant he had stupidly fallen for it.
But why. Just why was he making that face.
Why.
Why.
Just why.
Claude had never made that face in his entire life.
He had always had a strict face after his difficult life butâ¦.that stupid face that looked calm and peacful like melted snow.
He never imagined he could make that face.
But what was that? Who drew that pathetic face of him?
It was magic. Definitely magic. So unless he called that girl out to kill her this instantâ¦â¦
Claude lifted to hand to destroy that unpleasant portrait.
But for some reason, his hand had just flinched, and it was still next to him. He tried to lift his hand again, but strangely, it didnât move.
âThen Iâll leave first.â
Felix observed Claudeâs face before leaving and quietly left.
Even during that time, Claude was looking at the face of the girl in the picture.
But he didnât understand. Why he felt so frustrated looking at that bright face.
âDad, I have a wish.â
Then, a small voice whispered past him.