The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 53

“Lionel, you bastard!”

Nathan howled loudly.

“By what dirty means did you get close to Her Highness the Princess? Don’t get carried away!”

Although Nathan has been ranting non-stop for a while now, his story is just a loop of the same content.

Why does Princess Angela go out of her way to defend Lionel? Did he win her favor through underhanded means? Seducing a girl ten years younger than him is beyond the bounds of decency. This is why the bl00d of the lewd woman who seduced my father is so…──It’s always the same old story.

Lionel brushed back his dark gray hair.

“Is it alright now, Your Majesty?”

“You’re really not cute at all! You!”

Lionel let out a sigh of annoyance from the bottom of his heart, and Nathan glared at him with deep-seated hatred.

I don’t want Lionel to call me “brother,” but being called “Your Majesty” in a mechanical voice is equally infuriating.

From Lionel’s hair color and his rugged physique, one could sense the resemblance to his father, the former king.

Without a doubt, he is my father’s child and Nathan’s half-brother. However, I have never thought he was cute.

The second prince is nothing more than a lowly-born man in name only. He has no charm or cuteness, and his arrogant and haughty attitude is unbearable. He is a man with not a single element that could be considered cute.

“I wish to hurry to Her Highness the Princess, so I will take my leave now.”

“Ugh…!”

Nathan gritted his teeth.

In my heart, I want to order the knights to beat Lionel to a pulp. I want to thoroughly torment him so he can never speak arrogantly again.

However, Princess Angela just warned me, “Don’t lay a finger on my fiancé.” It’s frustrating, but in front of the princess, I can’t resort to rough tactics.

“You… don’t get any strange ideas!”

If Princess Angela were to truly marry Lionel, those around them might support the royal couple and plot a change of the throne. That, I absolutely cannot allow.

“I’m not interested in such things.”

“What, what do you mean by ‘such a thing’? How impertinent!”

Being called “nonchalant,” Nathan became even more enraged.

Nathan also understands. Lionel has no intention of aiming for the throne. Rather, he is a man who has no obsession with power itself.

Fifteen years since I became aware of Lionel’s existence. Although we haven’t lived together as a family, it has been enough time to discern the character of this man. If he had any intention of betrayal, he would have gathered troops and raised the banner of rebellion long ago.

However, Lionel has no longing for the throne. He has no desire to grasp the crown.

It seems that he cares deeply about the Rochelle territory entrusted to him, but he appears to be thinking of something else—something far beyond his reach, rather than status or power.

That’s also quite annoying!

With such a bored expression, the throne that Nathan is desperately clinging to, vowing never to let go, suddenly seems worthless, doesn’t it?

The moment Nathan made a bitter face, his ice-blue eyes were harshly narrowed.

“──but”

Lionel’s tall stature and muscular physique exude an aura of dignity that seems capable of killing a person with just a glance.

“You once betrayed someone you should never have betrayed. I have never forgotten that.”

Overwhelmed by the surging intensity, Nathan involuntarily shuddered.

Inside the outer tower, Angela was facing the door to the forbidden room.

The door is made of pitch-black boards. There is no doorknob or handle. I wondered how to open it, but there was no need to hesitate.

Just by lightly touching it with her fingertip, the hinge supporting the door flapped gracefully, as if a butterfly were spreading its wings.

The door, which had been tightly shut, opens silently as if letting in a gentle breeze.

The room I stepped into appeared both cramped to the point of discomfort and infinitely vast.

Even though I felt an oppressive sense of suffocation, I also experienced a refreshing sense of openness.

There are no windows in the room. No natural light comes in, but strangely, it wasn’t dark.

There is no decoration at all in the room. Rochelle’s castle was also simple, but it had the atmosphere of having removed the furnishings that were once there.

This forbidden room is different. From the very beginning, it is “nothing.”

The only thing that exists here is the black bookshelf.

It’s not just black. The lectern, covered in a pitch-black hue that can only be described as the color of darkness, held several books.

A heavy chain is attached to the edge of the cover. The book, connected by a chain of the same dark color as the doors and shelves, was immediately recognized as more than just a book.

“The spell book……?”

The chains crisscross the book in all directions, and a sturdy lock is secured in the center.

This chain and key, both of which restrain the book itself, prevent the rampage of great power, and this was conveyed without words.

“Ah…”

A small voice escaped from Angela’s lips.

Among the lined-up books, there was only one book that wasn’t locked.

Angela reached out her hand, but there was no need to touch.

The lock moved on its own, and the bolt fell off as if it had been waiting for Angela to come here for a long time.

The spine opens. The book unfolds. The sealed secrets are revealed.

Before she could catch her breath, Angela was enveloped in the profound darkness.