The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 24

Desperately pleading that they don’t need the jewelry store, the dress shop, or the tea salon, they persisted for several hours.

Angela successfully managed to return two out of the three store keys that her brothers had given her.

Regarding the last one, I was tearfully begged to at least accept one store, and I reluctantly had no choice but to agree.

It can’t be helped. If the prince cries, everyone will be in trouble.

The next day, the tutor who had been appointed as the princess’s personal tutor came to greet Angela.

She is a wise-looking woman with her hair neatly tied up in a bun. It seems that the selection was made by my brothers, who swiftly and rigorously evaluated and chose a particularly outstanding and highly regarded female teacher.

“Thank you in advance, teacher.”

“Likewise, it is my honor. Your Highness.”

When Angela pinched the hem of her skirt and performed a lady’s bow, the female teacher broke into a cheerful smile. She didn’t seem like a scary person.

After the greetings, the class will start right away.

Five-year-old Angela has recently finally been able to stay awake from morning until night without taking a nap.

Thanks to the five years it took since birth for my eyesight to finally develop to that of an adult, reading text is no longer a struggle.

I realize that it makes sense in terms of both physical and developmental aspects for children to start learning letters around the age of five or six, as part of the human growth process.

The tutor first taught me the reading and writing of the official languages used in neighboring countries, step by step.

That said, Angela’s previous life was at the age of fifteen. Without needing to be taught, she already knew how to read and write.

I would like to say that, while reading was no problem, writing turned out to be unexpectedly challenging.

Ugh… my hand won’t move properly…

After all, the body is that of a five-year-old.

Even though I try my best to hold the pen steadily, my fingertips end up trembling, and despite my desire to write neatly, the result is a wobbly and clumsy handwriting. The image in my mind doesn’t match the reality of my clumsy hands.

This is so difficult…!

If it were my past life, I could write more beautifully, but now I can only scribble like a dying snake.

Angela was downcast, but the tutor shivered while pushing up the rim of his glasses.

“To think that you could master it perfectly after just one lesson…”

The quality of the handwriting didn’t seem to matter. For a five-year-old, this was quite good, even impressive.

More than that, the female teacher was so moved, as if witnessing a miracle, by the fact that Angela had completely memorized and recited all the characters taught for the first time today.

“Your Highness, the princess, is a genius! How incredibly wise you are!”

No, it’s because I have memories of my past life.──I can’t say that.

While speaking ambiguously, Angela continued to learn more words, spellings, grammar, and vocabulary.

If you finish the content of several years’ worth of textbooks in just a few months, you will finally be ready to read the books housed in the library building.

Having finally obtained the right to enter and exit the palace library, Angela’s heart raced with excitement.

“Wow…!”

Beyond the slowly opened door, there was an open space with a sense of freedom.

On one side of the arched ceiling, a fresco is painted.

The bookshelves, set high enough to reach the vividly painted ceiling murals, are filled with countless books.

The spines lined up without a single gap are the treasures of this country, continuously accumulated since the rise of the empire.

“Wow…”

Angela, with her purple eyes wide open, looked around the magnificent grand library.

In my previous life, I was a saint, so I was allowed to come and go in the royal palace’s library, but the scale of the empire’s library is on a different level. It’s the first time I’ve seen so many books.

“Oh?”

Angela lifted her gaze.

In the corner of the library, there was just enough space between the bookshelves for a person to pass through.

The space ahead is a dead end, but deep inside there is an old black door. It is a pitch-black door, as if covered in ink.

“Door…?”

What drew my attention curiously was the faint, unfamiliar light seeping through the warped hinges of the door.

The moment the gently extended fingertip was about to touch the door.

“Your Highness the Princess!”

The one who raised the voice of restraint was the female teacher. She stood between Angela and the black door, shaking her head firmly.

“It is not allowed. That is a forbidden room. Even His Highness is not permitted to enter.”

“Forbidden room…?”

I didn’t know there were places inside the library building where entry is prohibited.

Feeling something unsettling, Angela quietly left the place.