Chapter 8

Riselle was supposed to have been condemned.

Yet—.

"Good morning, Miss. The weather is nice today, isn't it?"

Linz, the maid who had served Riselle in her room at the mansion where she spent her childhood, smiled. Linz, who had stayed by Riselle's side until the very end, had also been executed on the guillotine. Now, she was smiling in the room of the mansion where Riselle used to live.

Riselle was bewildered by the unfamiliar situation. When she looked at her hands, she was still a young girl.

It seemed that Riselle had been sent back to her childhood, eight years ago, when she was ten years old, the time when she still lived with her father in the territory.

Even if she thought it might be a dream or that this was heaven, there was no answer. Riselle was determined to start over as a ten-year-old.

"Is something wrong, Miss?"

Linz smiled and offered her a cup of tea. The delicious tea that Linz had always made for Riselle until she was imprisoned. Even when she was forcibly taken to the capital, Linz stayed by Riselle's side. Even when she was bullied by the princes—Linz was the only one who comforted her. Riselle sipped the tea that Linz often made for her when she cried, savoring the familiar taste.

She wondered why she had been sent back in time. Perhaps this was a dream she was seeing before she died.

But even so.

Before she was killed.

Riselle swore to the gods that she would take revenge on Prince Galsha. She vowed to haunt him as a vengeful spirit and curse him for generations. She believed that the gods had granted her wish.

If the gods had given her another chance.

She would keep her vow.

To the prince who took everything from her.

To the holy maiden who took her beloved and left the country in such a state.

She would surely punish them.

The people who died because they supported her.

The people who suffered under heavy taxes.

She never wanted to experience such a future again.

She would definitely take revenge.

That was why she was reborn.

Riselle gazed into the distance, thinking.

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The first thing she needed to do—.

Riselle sat at her desk in her room, thinking.

There wasn't much a ten-year-old girl could do. A young girl who hadn't even made her social debut could only do so much. She couldn't rush into things.

By the time Riselle was executed, many nobles had supported her. However, they had also felt pity for her because they couldn't follow the prince's outrageous tyranny. Now that time had been rewound, there was no guarantee that they would support her again. The nobles who had originally supported her were loyal to the king. If she revealed the truth, they might not only refuse to help her but also turn against her.

Don't panic. Don't misjudge.

Riselle knew that the king had a secret child.

That Rozert would eventually rebel against the prince.

What Riselle could do was to support him.

To help him ascend to the throne and take revenge on Prince Galsha.

To have him executed on the guillotine for the crimes of causing economic chaos and suffering to the people.

To achieve this, she needed to accumulate funds and military power.

And she needed pawns who would act as her hands and feet.

Without them, it would be impossible.

No matter what dirty means she had to use, she would definitely take revenge.

Definitely.

Riselle looked up at the sky, renewing her resolve.