The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 46

In the southern part of the Duchy of Rochelle, steep mountains lie stretched out.

The town sprawling beneath the castle can see this mountain range from anywhere. This giant mountain, boasting one of the highest elevations and impregnable cliffs in the country, is the watershed that separates the Rochelle territory from others.

The thick clouds covering the summit of this mountain are blocking the successive calamities that have befallen the Kingdom of Coral, and the dense fog flowing at the foot of the mountain is warding off disasters.

The natural disasters that incessantly ravage the kingdom are almost entirely blocked from reaching the territory of Rochelle by these mountains, which stand tall like a natural fortress.

So, when she crossed the mountain pass under heavy guard and stepped into another territory—Angela trembled in shock.

“Such”

Rochelle’s territory was so lush and peaceful. But after crossing the border, the miasma suddenly thickened.

The ground, where dust is conspicuous, is parched dry. In the abandoned fields, hoes and plows lay rusted and abandoned. It’s as if the people have no strength left to even till the land.

In just fifteen years… it has changed this much…

Even though they are hiding the royal crest, if the road where the carriage carrying Angela passes is this devastated, how much worse must the deeper regions be?

The climate was mild, but the clear weather made the flaws in the scenery stand out so much that Angela couldn’t help but feel pained.

Eventually, the royal capital we entered had the most stagnant air of all.

Many of the window panes are cracked, telling the story of the poor security. People who look like the unemployed wander aimlessly on the streets, making the entire city seem dark and exhausted.

There are countless flies swarming over the piled-up garbage. The sanitary conditions seem so poor that I can’t help but worry that an epidemic might be spreading.

This is terrible… Why isn’t Prince Nathan doing more about it?

Now that Nathan is the king, he should be addressed as “Your Majesty” instead of “Your Highness,” but since he was the crown prince in Juliet’s previous life, she can’t help but call him “Your Highness.”

The man who was once a prince and is now the king was eagerly awaiting Angela’s arrival, standing at the palace gates to greet the carriage as it approached through the garden.

Whoa!

Seeing Angela get off the carriage, Nathan swallowed hard.

Uh, beautiful!

Hair that seems to be spun and woven from sunlight, large eyes like amethyst, long eyelashes framing the inner corners of the eyes, a well-shaped and high nose. Smooth, pure white skin with fine pores, as if crafted into an exquisitely made doll.

Truly, the face of a flower. No, no flower could bloom and be this adorable.

A lovely girl so beautiful that the adjective “peerless” is not an exaggeration at all.

They say a name reflects the body, but she truly possesses an angelic beauty.

Still young, but this is good! In a few years, she will become a stunning beauty!

Nathan’s wife, Hortense, is past thirty and declining, but Angela is still in her mid-teens.

In terms of youth, beauty, and noble status, she is incomparable to the older Hortense.

This princess is truly worthy of being my queen!

Convinced of that, Nathan adjusted the collar of his splendid just corps.

The garment woven from the finest silk is adorned with gold thread embroidery throughout, and delicate lace is applied to the cuffs.

I’m glad I had it made so lavishly that it wouldn’t pale in comparison even next to the princess──with a smirk, Nathan cheerfully greeted and continued with light-hearted small talk.

“Your Highness, my name was given to me in honor of your father. Indeed, I feel a deep connection.”

Angela’s father, the emperor, is named Nathanael. Nathan was named after the emperor, as it has the same meaning.

Princess Angela will be impressed by the bond between her father and Nathan, and she will surely fill her lovely face with a smile, saying, “Well, it’s fate!”

“I see.”

Receiving an unexpectedly lukewarm reaction, Nathan froze.

Not only is there no smile, but the princess’s facial muscles are dead.

Th-this is strange…! We were supposed to hit it off from here…?

Nathan, who had missed the mark, wandered his gaze suspiciously.

Unfortunately for Angela, her father is the kind of person who, despite having Josephine, got Anna pregnant and continues to ignore his daughter out of guilt. As an emperor, she respects him, but she doesn’t hate him, nor does she have any fond feelings for him.

And above all, Nathan is the one who killed Juliet in a past life.

The past of being condemned as a “false saint,” “regicide,” and “great sinner,” and having my life unjustly taken away, cannot be forgotten.

Due to the heart-wrenching state of the country during the journey so far, Angela’s facial muscles just wouldn’t cooperate. Overwhelmed by intense discomfort, she couldn’t help but adopt a cold attitude towards Nathan.

“Y-you must be tired from your long journey, Your Highness! Let me guide you to a place where you can rest right away──”

The moment Angela felt disgusted by Nathan’s forceful attempt to touch her hand, she was gently pulled by the other hand.

Earlier, when I got off the carriage, Lionel took my hand. Even after we got down the stairs, he kept holding my hand, and now he pulls me close, holding me against his broad chest.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“Is there a problem with escorting my fiancée?”

Nathan got angry, but Lionel answered with a cool expression.

Lionel, in a white shirt and black vest, looks much more reliable and sturdy than the dressed-up Nathan.

While being firmly protected in strong arms, Angela felt her heart rate quicken.