Chapter 228: Back to the Daily Life (1)

…The regressor Sophien’s fate was honorable. From birth, the noblest human in the world, with the bloodline of the Imperial family, bestowed upon their destiny. The eldest daughter held an absolute legitimacy that was hard to find even if you looked back on the history of the Empire.

However, there was nothing that would give meaning to the life of that perfect reign. It was a life of paradox that suffered from death but could not die. Did the idea of natural death exist to her? Would the last paragraph of life be opened to her as well? What if, when she grew old and died naturally, she returned to that day on January 1st?

If death didn’t continue but only repeated itself, how was the right way to end that life? No, was it ever going to come to an end? Therefore, while humans vaguely imagined and feared their distant death, Sophien experienced a universe where her end didn’t exist. She would continue to return to her endless cycle. That was why she longed for boredom.

If she learned everything slowly, if she thought sluggishly or acted sluggishly, she could forget a little of those distant restrictions. She could run away.

…But someone broke that defense mechanism. From the moment she met him as a teaching wizard, as the seasons continued, until the present. He always forced her to learn. He demanded she face the world and taught her emotions other than indolence.

It was interesting at first. She just took it as a surprise. However, as time went on, the guy was stuck like a thorn in her core, and whenever she saw him, she felt sad, happy, and angry. She even had dreams about him. She came to imagine a future where she was not alone.

It was unfamiliar.

“…Hmm.”

Tweet— Tweet—

The morning sun was bright, and the birds were chirping. Sophien looked at Deculein wordlessly.

“…He’s sleeping.”

Ahan was by her side.

“Right.”

Deculein was sleeping. Of course, he wasn’t lying or anything. Outside the door of the private sleeping quarters hidden in the Imperial Palace, he was sleeping, standing still like a knight.

“You came to the Imperial Palace arbitrarily… and nothing happened until morning. You said you came after seeing the future where I died?”

“That’s right. That was strange and creepy, unlike the usual Professor…”

At any rate, Sophien found that ridiculous and smiled.

“Your Majesty, what are you going to do?”

“…I don’t know.”

Sophien fiddled with her chin as she pondered.

“First, this is punishment.”

She poked Deculein’s cheek. Still, he didn’t wake up.

“Your Majesty, please be careful. The Professor is going to hate it.”

“…What if that bastard does?”

She was the only person who could call Professor Deculein a bastard. Ahan looked up at Sophien, impressed.