The Falsely Executed Marquis’ Daughter Wants to Live Peacefully with Fluffy God Vol. 1 - Chapter 0 - Prologue

Translator: Jpkuroneko-chan

Editor: Pierrot

“Katarina Yulia Grandeur. Is there anything you want to say?”

Currently, I’m standing in front of the decapitation stand. I’m about to be executed. I nod at the executioner’s question and open my mouth.

I was charged for a cri I never committed, was thrown into the castle dungeons, and was drained both physically and ntally from daily torture. Finally, this has co to an end.

After squeezing out the last ounce of strength in my body, I raised my voice. “I will be judged innocent and will return to God’s embrace. May God’s judgnt descend onto the foolish people who have frad !”

I’m sure that if you look in front of the decapitation stand, there will be special seats. The Crown Prince, who betrayed , is seated there with a woman beside him. The woman has a mocking smile hung on her face as she hides behind the Crown Prince. The one who trapped into my current predicant is that very woman sitting there—she ended up replacing as the fiancee of His Royal Highness.

And for so reason, that very Crown Prince is staring at with eyes full of anguish. Oh, those blue eyes, I loved…

Ah! You’re the one who betrayed , so why do you look at with such eyes?

“You’re crazy! You witch!”

“Execute her quickly!” A spectator screams while hurling stones at . So hit my face and others my body, but I no longer feel any pain.

“Then pray…”

The bishop is praying, but I only feel cold. What good is the ritual prayer for those who are dying?

After the prayer was over, the executioner attempted to grab . However, I shook off his hand and headed to the decapitation table myself.

Please, may I have a peaceful life in the next life.

From here on, I will be with God. I lie down on the decapitation stand and close my eyes, thinking about the afterlife that I’m not even sure exists.

Just before the blade fell, I felt like I heard a voice calling, “Rio!” Then, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I saw a familiar sight. This cute flower pattern is of the canopy of the bed I used when I was a kid. How nostalgic. Is this what people call life flashing before your eyes?

“Rio! Did you wake up? Great! I’m going to call for father and mother, so don’t get up yet.”

“O… oni… sama?”

My brother is so young, and he’s so cute! My older brother, who is two years older than , was the embodint of an angel when he was a kid. This is a mory of when I was 7 years old. I had been in a coma for three days due to an unexplained fever.

Even so, my body feels heavy. It’s also hot when I reach up and touch my forehead. I wonder if these mories could reproduce such vivid feelings.

“Rio!”

Father and Mother rush in without knocking on the door. Mother ran straight to my bed and grabbed my hands as she shed tears.

“I’m glad you woke up. Your fever didn’t subside for three days. It had really worried. I started to think that… I would lose you… I’m really glad.”

Dad strokes my head with tears in his eyes. I can’t believe that my always calm father is crying…

“Father… Mother…”

I’m seeing my father, mother, and brother again. It’s a pity that I don’t have a younger sister in this ti period, but I can’t help it because this is only a childhood mory.

My entire family was killed at the decapitation table before I was executed—my sister was only 7 years old. For believing in , the entire family was sentenced to death.

I spilled tears of joy upon seeing my family well and alive. It’s a mysterious mory that even the warmth of my tears can be felt.

My brother looks at , anxiously. “Rio? Is it painful?”

“No, I’m just really happy. I’m glad to see you all again.”

“Well, co now. The fever hasn’t gone down yet. Try and get so sleep.”

“The next ti you wake up, I’ll have the chefs prepare Rio’s favorite strawberry fruit water.”

Father, Mother, and brother kiss my forehead in order. It was a warm family. I want to remain in this mory, but my consciousness is starting to fade.

The chirping of the birds woke up again. I'm still in my familiar bed! Good, the mory is still running! Huh? These mories are surprisingly long. Nope. That's absurd, right?

I was dizzy as I got up from my bed. Desperately carrying my body in front of the mirror, I saw the image of the 7-year-old .

Before being executed, my silver-white hair had lost its luster and turned a dull grey. My blue-gray eyes had also lost their liveliness, with my original skin, proclaid to be like white porcelain, turning scaly.

The child standing in the mirror has shining silver-white hair, which is illuminated by the morning sun, the blue-gray eyes having the clarity and innocence peculiar to children, and the skin is soft and lustrous.

“Huh? No way! Did I go back in ti?”

When I finally realized this fact, I was screaming, “Ehhh!? You’ve got to be joking!”

My brother later told that the maid, who noticed the disturbance, went in to soothe the disoriented and had a hard ti getting to bed.

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