The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 54

The darkness that engulfed me was a hazy, misty space, as if covered by a veil.

It’s neither hot nor cold. My feet feel fluffy, and I don’t feel gravity.

Where is this?

In the desolate mist, a single vortex emerged.

The swirling tide, writhing and twisting, frayed as if torn by a sharp blade. The mist gathering at its center began to form the outline of a human figure.

Lil!

It was Lionel. Not in his current form.

It’s “Lil” when he was a ten-year-old child.

This is Lil from when we last met in our previous lives!

Lionel was wearing the same clothes as when he came to see Juliet in prison, but he looked much more haggard and worn out than back then.

The small face was dirty, the clothes were torn, and the hair was unkempt. Lionel looked so worn out and exhausted that I couldn’t help but want to rush over and hug him.

However, the ice-blue eyes were filled with a terrifying intensity, so formidable that even though they belonged to a young child, they seemed to repel anyone who approached.

In an instant. Angela flinched because she sensed the presence of flames.

Smoldering smoke. Towering flames. Flying sparks. A storm of curses echoing in unison.

Even in the closed, windowless forbidden room, the intense noise from outside can be heard.

Angela was well acquainted with the smell of this fire and the fervor of the crowd.

The flames that burned Juliet to death──that day.

The young Lionel grimaced in pain but did not look back. He held his hands straight out and faced the dark-colored book.

When Lionel chanted some incantation-like words, the chains suddenly rattled, and the lock clicked open.

Angela didn’t understand what Lionel had said. It was neither the language of the Koryu Kingdom nor that of the Sapphire Empire.

I’ve heard that there are some state secrets passed down orally only to those of royal bl00d… Is this one of them?

Lionel kept both hands extended forward. As he opened the tightly clenched fingers of his right hand, there was a long strand of hair.

Is that… could it be mine…?

The familiar white-blonde color. It’s Juliet’s hair.

I wondered why, and then immediately remembered. Just before the execution, Juliet’s hair had been cut off.

Lil was picking it up? My hair?

When Lionel chanted some words again, darkness writhed from between the pages of the open book.

The darkness, raising its scythe-like head, transformed smoothly into something resembling tentacles, taking on a form similar to Lionel’s outstretched hands.

The dark figure facing Lionel took the hair of Juliet that Lionel held in his right hand with his left hand and swallowed it as if gulping it down, incorporating it into himself.

The next moment, Angela was astonished.

The pitch-black darkness that had absorbed all of Juliet’s hair extended its opposite right hand towards Lionel.

It’s not a gentle action like touching. It’s a ferocious attack, and it lunges at the left side of his face.

Lil!

A sharp shadow sank into the still youthful face. The skin split, the flesh was pierced and torn, and bl00d spurted out.

Lil! Run away! Lil!

Angela shouted with all her might, but it was no use.

This is a scene that has already passed.

Among the forbidden books sealed in this forbidden chamber, only one book had its seal broken, and now it is merely replaying the memory of the one time it was used.

No! Stop! Lil!

Even when his face was being gouged out while he was still alive, Lionel didn’t even flinch.

The pain inflicted by non-human beings should be far greater than the pain inflicted by ordinary humans.

Even so, ten-year-old Lionel endured the excruciating pain without changing his expression or blinking once.

When the darkness finally left Lionel’s face, an ice-blue eyeball was pinched between its pure black fingers.

With the clear, jewel-like eyeball gripped in his five fingers, his hand returned to the book once again.

When the black book gently turned its last page, a dazzling light overflowed.

This light is…!

The déjà vu I felt might have been because it was the last light I saw in my previous life.

I remember. Just before Juliet died, I felt a faint light at the edge of my vision.

Suddenly, my breathing became easier, and I felt as if I was being gently enveloped.

When I looked up from the square that used to be the execution ground, the building that came into view at the edge of my sight was the outer shell tower of the palace—this building with the library wing.

The grimoire that had absorbed Lionel’s left eye closed its cover with a snap, emitting a dazzling sparkle.

What kind of secret technique was sealed in this book? Even without being told, Angela understood.

It’s a forbidden technique that allows you to reincarnate a specific soul in exchange for offering a catalyst.

Using Juliet’s hair as a medium and Lionel’s eye as a sacrifice, the forbidden art was completed.

“Lil…”

Tears flowed from Angela’s purple eyes, trailing down her cheeks.

The thing I had been wondering about for so long has finally become clear to me.

Why does Angela have memories of her past life?

Why was I able to perceive my surroundings since I was a baby?

Why do you inherit the saint’s stigmata and healing powers?

The numerous mysteries have finally been solved.

Fifteen years ago. Lionel used this place to perform a forbidden technique, sacrificing one of his eyes as the price.

Because of his dedicated sacrifice, Juliet was reborn as Angela.