The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 27

Lil…

The face of Lil, which she had recalled earlier, resurfaced in Angela’s mind, and she pressed her hand to her chest.

The pure ice-blue eyes that promised to protect Juliet.

Lil’s earnest gaze remains vividly in my memory even now, as Angela, and it shines in the deepest part of my heart.

I wonder how Lil is doing? I hope she’s doing well…

Remembering the nostalgic days spent with Lil, Angela bit her lip tightly.

It was the moment when tears suddenly threatened to spill, and I instinctively brought my hand to my eyes.

“──Angela?”

Through the glass of the high window, the dazzling sunlight streams in directly.

The shadow stretching in the backlight looked down at Angela and smiled cheerfully.

With a face that exudes intelligence and platinum blonde hair like moonlight, he is the second prince, Raphael.

“Angela was here too, wasn’t she?”

“Brother Raphael!”

Rafael squinted his sharp, intelligent eyes and looked at the book Angela had opened with a puzzled expression.

“Hmm? Can Angela already read such difficult books?”

“Ah…”

Pointed out, Angela hurriedly hid the book.

The latest economic report on the neighboring country. It’s only natural to think that the content is unusual for someone Angela’s age to read.

“N-no, that’s not it. This is…”

Suddenly, the memory of a past life as Juliet comes rushing back to mind.

Crown Prince Nathan seems to dislike that the saint Juliet grew up in a poor orphanage, and has always treated her with contempt.

I’m fed up with the constant condescending remarks like “Commoners are so ignorant” or “People with bad upbringing are a disgrace.”

One day, after finishing her daily prayers and duties, Juliet headed to the library wing in the palace.

There, I happened to run into Nathan, who apparently had been brought by the tutor.

Nathan was furious as soon as he found Juliet. It seemed that the fact that Juliet, who was younger than him, was reading a difficult theological book irritated him.

“You don’t need any education! You can only pray or heal!”

Nathan knocked the book Juliet was holding out of her hands, and then, as if to be extra thorough, he forcefully knocked over another book that was stacked beside it. Fuming with rage, he stormed out of the library building.

Since then, I have been subjected to daily sarcastic remarks from Nathan, such as “You’re just pretending to be clever and you’re not cute” and “You’re so arrogant despite not even understanding.”

Brother Raphael……!

I can’t help but remember the day I was insulted by Nathan, surrounded by the vast space filled with bookshelves and the appearance of the noble prince.

If I stand out… I’ll be hated…

That was the lesson Juliet learned through her own experience in her past life.

Men want to be superior to women. They feel reassured if women are ignorant and foolish, but they become a nuisance if they stand out even a little.

Rafael is the most intellectually gifted of the three princes. Having been hailed as a prodigy since childhood, Rafael likely has a strong sense of pride in his exceptional abilities.

Do you also think I’m… being cheeky…?

If Angela were a small and powerless little sister, she would be cute, but if she even showed a hint of being a potential threat, wouldn’t the affection turn into hatred?

What should I do? If my brother ends up hating me…

It was when Angela was scared and stepped back.

“As expected of our little sister!”

With Raphael’s voice saying “cheerfully,” Angela’s body floated into the air.

Raphael is holding Angela with both hands and spinning her around.

Although Raphael is known as an intellectual, he has also received comprehensive training from knights, so his body is more than adequately trained.

As they spun around several times, Angela’s tense expression turned into a smile.

“Big brother. Is it okay if I study?”

“Of course.”

When Angela timidly asked, Raphael, with an intellectual face, broke into a gentle smile.

“I know well the joy of learning. I will support anything Angela wants to learn. Of course, right?”

“Brother Raphael…”

I wasn’t scolded for being petty or cheeky. I wasn’t dismissed with the notion that there was no need to learn.

My brother said he would support and encourage Angela in whatever she wants to do.

My current family… they accept me…!

The warmth that settled in my heart resembled a gentle rain that nourishes the parched earth.

The love of family that was not destined in my past life.

It gradually seeped in pleasantly, spreading within Angela.