Imperial Calendar Year 588. April 13th. 10:02 in the evening.
Before Ophelias infinite regression began.
National Foundation Day.
Keep in mind that youre a Bolsheik and behave properly.
Her mothers nonchalant voice, sharp at first glance, rang in her ears.
Mother?
Ophelia took a step, but she reeled from her blurry vision.
Ah, you where is your mind?
The voice was gruff, but her mothers hand was firm as she held Ophelia, in spite of crumpling her gorgeous dress.
Ophelia slowly closed and opened her eyes.
She was still dizzy and her vision was still blurry, but she took a deep breath and tried to co to her senses.
Kang, kang-kang!
It felt like soone was constantly hitting her head with a hamr.
No, it felt like her brain was on fire.
The pain was so great that her eyes flashed white, and blood ran up to the tip of her tongue.
lia, Ophelia?
The mont when worry covered her mothers sharp voice.
Ophelia opened her eyes.
Uh haha, hahaha.
As Ophelia let out the breath she had been holding back, a complex smile spread across her lips it was unknown if it was joy, pain, excitent, or fear.
Oh, yes.
Ophelia. Ophelia Bolsheik.
The world that was perishing and the light that dazzled the eyes so painfully.
I will rember you.
Even his low voice that perated her whole body.
Her heart was aching, so Ophelia pressed against her chest.
You might forget everything.
Even though the despair in his voice was clear enough to be grasped by hand.
Still, he regressed for her.
Before the world twisted and collapsed because of her.
And before she went into the loop of infinite regression.
As he still rembered her.
I also rember.
Will I be able to forget. How can I forget.
He imprinted an indelible mark on one side of her chest.
Richard.
With that one word, the mories that had been swirling and wandering in her head ca back to their place and cald down.
The crushing pain in her head went away and her vision, which had been very narrow, widened and beca clear.
A familiar voice flowed into her ears.
Ophelia? Where are you sick?
Mother.
Ophelias voice cracked, but it was clear.
As her mother supported her, she said with a frown.
If it hurts, you have to say it hurts
Today is the National Foundation Day, right?
What?
Its National Foundation Day now, right?
It was a very stupid question.
What are you talking about?
At the blunt answer, Ophelia laughed to the verge of tears.
She gave an even brighter smile.
Yes, of course. I am Ophelia and you are my mother.
Ophelia grinned at her mother, who, despite her noble pride, never pushed her away.
You are my mother.
What the hell are you talking about? Sothing is wrong with your head
Mother.
Ophelia tapped the back of her mothers hand, which was holding her arm.
Thank you.
It was even more out of the blue than before, and an indescribable expression appeared on her mothers face.
What are you doing all of a sudden?
Im grateful that Im Mothers daughter. And
Ophelia hugged her mother without holding back.
It didnt matter that this was the entrance to the grand banquet hall of the Imperial Palace where the founding ceremony was held, and there were countless people around.
Ophelia held her mother tightly, just as her mother had hoped one day before the regression.
She felt her mothers body stiffen, but she was not pushed away.
Despite peoples glances and whispers, her mother let out a light sigh, and just like she did before regressing, she gently stroked her back.
Ophelia felt like she would burst into tears and laughter at the affectionate yet indifferent touch of her mother, which swept her back and comforted her.
Where are you feeling pain?
At those words, Ophelia whispered after catching her breath.
Im not going to get engaged.
Her mother didnt respond, but she could tell without hearing or looking.
A satisfied smile had spread across her mothers lips.
I was waiting for that.
Once again, at her mothers bluntness, Ophelia laughed to the point of crying.
Before long, Ophelia, unlike before the regression, entered the hall with her mother.
It was the national foundation celebration.
The first. It was the first. The start of the freaking infinite regression.
And t him.
Richard.
Ophelias heart pounded just by softly whispering his na, and it fell from the sky to the ends of the earth.
What did he say when the light engulfed her?
His Majesty is here!
As the servants voice resounded in the hall, Ophelia swallowed dry saliva and rubbed her reddened eyes.
He will be here soon.
He will you rember?
Do you rember?
For you
Ophelia pursed her dry lips. The second his warmth faded away was so clear
The next mont.
Ophelia looked at one place with an indescribable expression.
The golden lion.
Richard slowly revealed himself, overwhelming everyone with extre silence.
All those who attended the celebration were srized by him, then they tilted their heads and blinked.
Because his eyes were fixated on only one person.
One by one, the people followed his gaze.
The end of that line of sight.
Red hair?
And blue eyes, maybe the Bolsheik?
Amidst the murmur of peoples doubts and bewildernt, Ophelias mother, who was beside her, reached out.
Ophelia took a step as her mother gently pushed her back.
At the sa ti, Richard took a step closer to her.
One step, and another step.
Everyone between them involuntarily moved aside.
Ophelia and Richard, who approached each other as if they were instinctively drawn, finally stopped with one step remaining.
It was like a blue moon in a golden desert.
He only thought of her.
Do you rember? Do you rember?
No one asked.
But this was enough.
Nothing was said, but nothing was needed.
Slowly, a brilliant smile blood on Ophelias lips.
Im Ophelia Bolsheik.
Richard also smiled, his eyes curving sweetly as he kissed the back of her hand.
Deep, very deeply.
Im Richard Isaac Tunk Million.
.
Three days after the National Foundation Day.
The whole empire was agitated.
My God. Finally, soone
If its the Bolsheik
No, when?
Rather than that, the Bolsheik, my God. Then
In the midst of amazent, bewildernt, and astonishnt, each family started fighting over how to line up on the side of the Bolsheik.
As a matter of course, dozens or even hundreds of invitations to Ophelia arrived at the Bolsheik mansion every day.
Sebastian.
Yes, Lady Ophelia.
Whats that all about?
Theyre invitations.
All?
Yes.
Really?
Really.
Oh dear
Ophelias mother, who was checking again and again, hit Ophelia on the back of her hand, and said,
Stop it. How many is it? You make a fuss about getting invitations.
The words Anyone will make a fuss at that amount got to the tip of her tongue, but Ophelia shook her head and said sothing else.
Im not going to anything.
Ophelia shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing, but it was a great disrespect.
Once the invitations were received, the person must, out of courtesy, show their face to at least so event.
Knowing that, even the families that had never had contact with the Bolsheik family sent invitations, hoping for a chance.
But Ophelia didnt have the slightest thought about that.
It wasnt a nuisance to anyone, and she didnt want to dip her toes into trouble.
Besides, isnt that what I have to do once I beco the crown princess anyway?
Do I need to put my head into a troubleso conflict in advance?
And as if reading Ophelias thoughts, her mother said,
Its very annoying to et and make friends with people from different families, and its even more annoying to balance them out, but its necessary. Especially for you, the future crown princess.
Along with the stereotypical nagging, her mothers fingertips lightly tapped the bridge of Ophelias nose.
Then Ophelia smiled charmingly and quickly moved to the spot next to her mother.
With arms crossed, the mother-daughter pair laughed heartily.
I know. But, I want to spend more, a lot of ti with my mother. Every minute is precious.
It really was.
It was all the more so because she knew ti would not co back.
That pure sincerity, not mixed with flattery or even a crumb of lies, reached everyone present.
Her mother let out a light sigh, but a smile that she couldnt hide spread across her lips.
Youve been acting like a grown-up all along, but youve suddenly been acting like a child since the founding celebration.
Her mother held Ophelias cheek, which was clinging and rubbing against hers, and stretched it out.
You dont have to go anywhere if you dont like it. Its custom, etiquette Who dares to say that in front of a Bolsheik.
It was a family with a history older than this empire.
Raising the empires etiquette in front of such a Bolsheik would be nothing more than pleading in front of a slug.
As soon as her mother opened her mouth, Ophelia said the sa thing.
Rember that you are a Bolsheik.
Rember that I am a Bolsheik.
The two overlapping voices were identical, so the mother and daughter exchanged stares and burst into laughter.
Her mother tucked Ophelias hair behind her ear and she whispered like she did one fine nonexistent day.
Whatever you do, rember that Im behind you. My daughter.
And Sebastian, who was watching them like that, started brewing chamomile tea with a smile that he couldnt hide on his well-grood face.
A: oh no, Im tearing up again *(>
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