Don’t Concern Yourself With That Book-Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Translator: wuttisyun

Were we following the original storyline? How did I end up trapped in the country next to the female lead’s? Tell me how? How could I not even take one step out of this palace?

Shall we first break down the tyrant’s character? Well, he was resentful enough to want to cut off the neck of the woman he loved. So, he was probably crazy from birth, right? I may not like to judge but they were all living people, albeit in a book. They were not toys someone could fix just by changing the batteries. Did he think he could change her feelings by cutting off her neck?

I should just accept my fate and die. Since I was living here, of course, I was going to die. Damn it. Where is the reset button! I wasn’t going to get a happy ending here, fuck!

This wasn’t what I imagined it to be. If I remember correctly, 8 years from now on, everyone who bears the Imperial name will die. The future looked dark and bleak.

“Ha… Hahahaha.”

Come to think of it, it would have been expected if I hadn’t realised that I was part of a novel. I was an extra who didn’t have a single line in the entire novel. I laughed for a while like a madman. How could I have noticed when everyone around me was all extras?

‘Damn it.’

The information that I had come to discover was not welcomed. Take my two brothers for example. The two brothers whom I have come to cherish very much were killed by the Crown Prince in the story.

Something sharp dug into my palm. If there was a God, I wanted to ask.

Why are you doing this?

I wanted to kick you off the edge of a cliff. No, that was too light of a punishment. I grabbed onto the sharp object even tighter, not even noticing the pain as red blood continues to fall. Until the day when my soul is torn into shreds, I will curse the God that brought me into this mess. As if my veins had burst, all I could see was red.

… Who told me that I could eat well and live on happily?

Crazy laughter came out of me in bursts.

‘Lies.’

In the end, God sent me into a country that would soon be destroyed by a tyrant all because of one woman. That’s right. It would have been the same if he had just told me to eat dirt.

I wasn’t given a gold spoon.

‘Looks like I drew a short straw in this life too.’

Could I run away before it all turns into shit? That’s right, if I could steadily save money, I could use it to run away. But why did my head hurt so much?

Then, as I was picking what to do next, I fainted.

“At that time, I was thinking of a way…”

“Huh?”

1, 2 and 3. (T/N: She was counting the seconds)

Only after I blinked a several times did I realise that I had just been recalling the past.

“What were you thinking of?”

“Oh, nothing. What nice weather we’re having.”

After sipping some warm tea, the embarrassment I felt seemed to subside. In front of me, there were two puzzled faces along with one worried one. They belonged to my brothers and Sir Ray.

The Crown Prince Castor.

It had been 6 years since I learnt in a class I attended with my two brothers that the world I was living in was that of a novel’s. And that I was going to die soon. As for the Crown Prince Castor. The brother whose face I have yet to see and the sub-main character of this novel. Once he becomes the Emperor, this country will be ruined.

Usually, the main characters I read in novels who had been reincarnated into different worlds spent about 3 months in a state of confusion, as if to say ‘Oh look, I am so pitiful to have such an unfortunate fate’. But I was different. Once everything is ruined, I would have probably just entered adulthood, right? I had a small dream of wanting to leave this country before that happens, with someone I cared about.

Of course, it was useless to dream.

[Year 821. The 10th day of the month of Habermia]

My life that I had planned out while treading on what seemed to be a tightrope had been ruined by the damn prophetic writings of that strange diary.

Should I believe it? But I can’t help but believe it. Because I was already in this world by the bizarre workings of reincarnation. I couldn’t turn a blind eye to the diary.

Castor is going to kill me.

But why?

Honestly speaking, I wondered if I was making any sense. Come to think of it, I think I was going crazy. Why would he come to see me? This was an old, run-down palace and I was just a humble princess whose existence had been forgotten by most people.

‘I hadn’t betrayed my country in my previous life but the karma I’m receiving here is making me think I did.’

If there was a God that sent me here, that bastard needs to be born again as a cell and be forced to grow only by cell division.

“Hey.”

“What.”

Can everyone else log out of here? I want to be alone. I wasn’t happy at all despite this being the tea time we had arranged days before. No. I’d rather everyone here to leave the palace.

“Hey. Ashley Rosé.”

I looked at my brother who had called me in such a rude tone when I was already this upset.

Fleon, who leaned sideways, continued.

“Is anything wrong?”

His face remained cold while he raised his eyebrows. He looked the complete opposite of Dane who was sitting right next to him, reading a book. His eyes were like that of the deep sea that had been condensed into jewels in a mine.

“Hey, are you even listening?”

The only problem I have now is the way you’re staring at me.

“Yeah, there’s something that’s been worrying me.”

“There is?”

About you disappearing?

“It’s nothing. I just want to mull over it myself.”

Fleon, then stared at me, looking like he was brimming with complaints. He wasn’t the type to let this issue easily pass by.

“Then why were you crying as if you were going to die just now?”

When it comes to issues concerning me, he was exceptionally quick-witted.

“It’s not because of you, don’t worry.”

“Lies.”

“Huh?”

“You’re not thinking that I would be fooled by that stupid acting, right?”

“… Hahaha. I don’t really know what you’re talking about?”

Even if I didn’t reply to him properly, I know his fiery spirit was going to subside. So, I just smiled. What a troublesome guy to deal with.

“I know how much you care about me. But this is not that serious of matter. So, it is quite troubling how you’re pushing me like this. Do you like me that much?”

“You’ve gone mad.”

Fleon shivered in disgust. Normally, I would’ve have replied to him something else since I was so emotional. But my mind and my body were worn out by the diary. Hoping it’ll just work out, I put the diary at the back of my mind.

“… Do you have a hearing problem?”

Yes, I can’t hear you. As I pretended to be unable to hear him, he frowned and messed with his hair roughly.

“Hey. You dumb chick*.”

*T/N: Not the ‘chick’ men use to call females condescendingly, like an actual baby chicken.

“Who’s a chick?”

“Because of your hair, you’re a chick.”

Fleon replied with a tilt of his head.

“You think I wouldn’t be able to tell from your face when something is troubling you? Don’t brood over it by yourself and just tell me. Before I get angry.”

“I’m not troubled.”

Crash.

A large crash sound resounded.

Ah, I’ve endured this temper of his for a long time.

“Just tell me! What’s wrong with telling the people who care about you about your problems?”

Hearing his loud voice, Sir Ray, as well as the maids on standby, looked our way.

Ah. I already told this guy to learn how to hold his temper. But even in his fury, he looked perfect.

“Hey. So, what’s concerning you, huh?”

Concern? Do you mean the fact that we were not the main characters and couldn’t do a thing about the storyline? The fact that we were only extras? That we were going to die just 3 years from now? The fact that our stepbrother who is the maddest of all men, went crazy for a woman he fell for and caused this country to collapse?

It wasn’t that hard to tell him all this…

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

So what if he knew. What was he going to do about it? He would never believe me. He would first pinch my cheeks, asking me why I was talking about such nonsense. Of course, he would never believe me because of his pride.

“Do you know that because of you, our tea time was ruined?”

“What do you mean a mess? Dane’s still reading his book.”

Fleon narrowed his eyes. No matter how old he was, he would always act like a child. But he was a child who believed that the sun revolved around him. An arrogant fifteen-year-old, who suffers from conjunctivitis.

“Hey.”

It wasn’t that hard to deal with a spoiled brat.

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll take one of your favourite maids and give her a beating. How about that?”

This was the problem.

“Please, don’t bother my maids.”

He was only 15, but he had a knack at giving evil threats. The Imperial education was the reason why he managed to discover this talent of his.

“Hmph. If you had behaved yourself, I wouldn’t have.”

“Lies. You just want to bully me.”

Pleon just laughed.

“If you’re talking about that time when you called for me but I didn’t show up on time, how was that my fault?”

T/N:

Also I realised this novel cuts chaps pretty strangely like it’ll cut in the middle of scene. I’m not cutting any of them, it’s just how it is I guess lol.