Reincarnated Princess Wishes To Avoid Death

Prophecy x Bloody Diary

“Ufufu…”

Anne tilted her head a little when she saw Mia smiling.

“Did something good happen, Mia-sama?”

“Oh? How did you know?”

Ever since returning to her room, Mia had been in good spirits. After all, that stupid four-eyes just called her “wise.”

Wise! He called me wise! Hehehehe.

She felt like she just ascended into heaven. And her mood was unlikely to change for awhile.

“Oh, that’s right. I have to write this in my diary so that I won’t forget the memorable events of today …”

Immediately, Mia picked up her diary and dived to the bed. She rolled around like a small ball. Then she rolled again the other direction. The feeling of comfort from the luxurious mattress that was made of moonfowl feathers gently wrapped Mia’s body.

Mia tickled her legs, crouching in a fluffy blanket. The skirt of her loungewear is turned over, and her young legs are exposed, and she anything but princess-like.

“Ufufufu, Ufufu”

“…Mia-sama, please stop that. That’s indecent.”

Even Anne’s words failed to have an effect on her. Mia looked at her with still the same happy smile…

“Ufufu, I’m Princess Mia the wise. The wisdom of the empire, didn’t you know? So there’s no problem.”

Anybody seeing Mia’s behavior would have branded her as annoying and being a brat. Anne, however, was looking at her with gentle eyes.

Look at how she’s beaming! She must be so happy being complimented by the man that she has feelings for.

Anne is Anne, and because she has a strange misunderstanding with Mia, she feels more like an older sister watching over her sister’s first love. So she looked at her with the lens of affection.

There’s a saying in Tearmoon that a misplaced button messes up the whole shirt. Misunderstandings, once ingrained, can be difficult to undo.

Mia, on the other hand, was beating the bed with her feet as she wrote a new diary entry. She started writing from making Anne her exclusive maid and up to the events that transpired today. Of course, there were some few exaggerations here and there.

My! How quickly I was able to write this entry. I wonder if I have a talent for poetry and theatre?

Since she was very happy, her pen flew through the pages. When she finished writing the final word and closed her diary, a thought came into her mind.

Since I have changed the contents of this diary, I wonder what has happened to the diary from the future.

It was a bout of curiosity. She put the two diaries side by side. Since she just wrote a new entry to her current diary, what would happen to the entry in the future(past) diary?

Mia casually opened the blood-stained diary.

“What! What is this!”

It was an unintentional startled voice coming out from her.

The letters in the blood-stained diary were distorted and rewritten. What Mia wrote earlier in the current diary will be rewritten as it is in the blood-stained diary. And from there, the other future entries started to change as well. It looks as if the future is rewriting…

Not only does it look like that, but the future is actually being rewritten!

Mia suddenly realized. With the help of Ludwig and having him by her side early on, a big change has been made to the future history.

Does this mean then that…

Mia got up and sat upright on the bed. With shaking hands, she quickly turned the pages to the last entries of her diary. Upon seeing it, she let out a sad sigh.

It still didn’t change…After all that.

The final entry, which remained unchanged, predicted the execution of Mia.

Why is this happening…

Her world seemed to darken because of despair. Faced with the fact of her tragic end, she began to panic. She wanted to run away and escape it all.

It’s okay, it’s okay. I still have time.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, Mia reread her diary. It contained a number of events that, with the help of Ludwig, had some financial improvements, but there were still things that did not change. The outbreak of plague in the capital’s slums. The rebellion of a minority tribe from the Outlands. Along with much more, the problems were piled up. What’s more, she had no idea how to solve all nor any of them.

This is really bad. This is not the time to let Ludwig’s compliment get into my head.

Mia stood up feeling like a bucket of cold water has just been poured over her head.

“Anne!”

She called out her personal maid in a voice that rang with command and purpose.

“I need to think, so I request that you bring me some sweets!”

She asked for so little.