The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 6

“Hey, Mother. Is it okay if I hold Angela?”

Josephine gave Gabriel a stern warning as he asked for a favor in a spoiled voice.

“Be careful, Gabriel. You’re not a doll.”

“I know. There’s no way such a cute doll could exist!”

“That’s true.”

That’s right. After Angela turned three months old and the doctor confirmed that she could hold her head up, the long-awaited permission for her brothers to hold her was finally granted.

Under the condition that an adult must accompany them and only for a short time, the long-desired princes are overjoyed, taking turns holding their little sister.

When Gabriel perched himself on the sofa, the maid lifted Angela from the bed and placed her on his lap.

“Soft! Cute!”

Gabriel, while overjoyed, is properly supporting the back of his neck as instructed. What a smart child.

“Angela, you smell amazing!”

Rubbing his smooth cheeks together, Gabriel said happily.

“I’ve always wanted a little brother or sister. That’s why I’m so happy that Angela was born!”

Gabriel is five years old. In other words, he has been the youngest in the family for five years, so he has been wishing for a younger brother or sister.

“Hey, big brother. Our youngest is already Angela, right?”

“That’s true. But even if he’s no longer the youngest, Gabriel will always be our cute little brother!”

The first prince, Michel, ruffled Gabriel’s hair. On the opposite side was the second prince, Raphael.

The three brothers simultaneously gaze at Angela.

“Thank you for being born, Angela.”

……Onii-sama… mmm!

Even though I was moved by my brothers’ kind words, what came out of my mouth was a hiccup.

Angela’s small stomach moved, and with a little burp, she started to regurgitate the milk she had just drunk.

It didn’t affect Gabriel, but the bodice of the baby dress Angela was wearing became stained with a milky white color.

What should I do? I got this expensive-looking outfit dirty!

Because she hasn’t shed the commoner’s mindset from her time as Juliet, Angela can’t help but worry about her clothes.

Would it leave a stain? I’m sorry…

“Angela, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?”

Gabriel peered in with a worried look. It seemed he was concerned that his sister wasn’t feeling well.

“No, Lord Gabriel. I believe the princess’s complexion is fine, and there’s no need to worry.”

One of the nurses, seeing Angela’s complexion, spoke to reassure her. Her mother, Josephine, added her words of comfort as well.

“Small children often spit up. You were the same when you were babies.”

Josephine was not particularly flustered and remained calm. Mothers are strong.

“Gabriel-sama, I apologize for the intrusion.”

“I will go help Lady Angela change her clothes.”

The maids lift Angela and take her to the crib.

If I closed the curtains surrounding the bed, the act of changing clothes became invisible to others.

“Angela is still small, so she sometimes spits up milk, right?”

“Then, wouldn’t it be better to have more clothes so that you can get them dirty as much as you want?”

Angela could hear Raphael and Michel talking about such things beyond the curtain.

“Mother, I also want to give Angela a dress as a present!”

No, no! Didn’t your mother just buy a ton of stuff earlier?

Angela’s eyes widened at Gabriel’s cute suggestion, but Michel and Raphael were in complete agreement, as if to say it was a brilliant idea.

“Yeah, let’s send something from us too.”

“Yes, let’s do that.”

Enough already! Please don’t waste money, big brother!

I wanted to express that, but whenever I tried to speak, I ended up crying. Being an infant is tough.

One of the maids gently took off Angela’s clothes as she writhed, while another spread out a new baby dress.

When she peeled off the milk-stained clothes up to her shoulders, the maid let out a small “Oh.”

“Lady Angela has a flower-shaped bruise on her neck, doesn’t she?”

Is that so!?

Angela was surprised, but the other maid seemed to know about the bruise and nodded in agreement.

“Yes. It has a shape just like a rose, doesn’t it?”

A bruise in the shape of a rose… could it be… a stigmata?

Stigmata is one of the conditions to be recognized as a saint. A saint has a mark on their body resembling a rose. Juliet had a stigma on her shoulder.

Which one? I can’t see…

Angela desperately twisted her upper body, but she couldn’t see the bruise on her neck. The baby’s body was frustratingly uncooperative.

It can’t be a stigmata… because…

Stigmata are a sign of a saint, but saints are only born in the Kingdom of Coral.

Angela, born in the Sapphire Empire and moreover the emperor’s daughter, cannot possibly be the saint of the kingdom.

It must just be a bruise that happens to look somewhat like a flower.

Even among the children in the orphanage, there were those born with birthmarks.

Having congenital marks on the body is not uncommon. Sometimes they remain as they are, while in other cases, they fade and disappear as one grows.

Accidentally… surely, it was just an accident…?

While thinking about such things, Angela, having finished changing, was once again returned to her brothers, where she spent a moment being adored and cherished.