Who Made Me a Princess Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Translator: HH Editor: HH

It was like waking up from a deep winter hibernation.

But despite my body being as heavy as water-soaked cotton, my head was clear. Hm. What was this?

I blankly looked at the video in front of .

That blond haired woman looked familiar. Now that I thought about it, it was similar to what I saw when I vomited blood when I was younger.

Claude had forcefully put to sleep and let dream about Diana, was that what happened this ti, too?

Ah, to experience these things twice. Sob. I hope Claude didn’t try to kill Blackie again.

Of course, I needed to worry about myself more right now, but in this dream, reality felt far away.

But Claude wasn’t the only one out for Blackie! What if Lucas ca back and tried to eat Blackie again?

-Do you…is?

No, but that aside, what was I going to do now? Last ti, Lucas saved . So was I supposed to stay like this until he returned?

And Lucas had warned , but what was this. I never thought this would happen again after I was young. I guess I was too relaxed.

Claude and other people should be worried out of their minds right now, what should I do? I was so stupid!

-Athanasia.

Hm?

I turned my head in my dream. And I gasped.

-Congratulations on your 14th birthday, and your debutante ball today.

What? What was this? It wasn’t a dream with the fairy Diana? I wasn’t paying attention because I thought it was the sa dream I had! But why was it , and not Diana there?

I surprisingly looked at myself from Claude’s point of view.

I quivered my lips, and soon let out a smile. Wow, so that was how I had smiled. It was a little shocking looking at it from this perspective. Hm? So then was this Claude’s mory of ?

While I was still shocked, the video changed.

-Wouldn’t Felix be the most appropriate? What do you think, Dad?

This ti, it was the ti when I told Claude I wanted Felix to escort to the debutante ball. I really looked like a devil here!

I blankly looked at the rapidly passing videos.

They were all different, but they had one thing in common. .

stuffing myself at dinner, blowing at a hot cup of tea, almost falling during a rock, and pouting at Claude….looking at this made feel weird. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes. Wait, did this an I was going to die soon?

-Dad’s the best!

A video of my kissing Claude after receiving a treasure chest suddenly popped up. S, Shit. Let’s not show this as well!

-Dad, it’s a present.

Now it was in a past I didn’t rember.

I held out a white flower crown to Claude. Oh right. I did this too.

How old was I then? 8? 9? My mory was fading. Aw, but I was so cute.

But at the mory of vomiting blood, I beca silent.

Ah, I really didn’t deserve to say anything to Claude and Lucas now. Thinking back at it now, it was such a stupid thing to do.

But when was this gonna end? I felt like it was forever. As it dug deeper into my past, my embarrassing monts ca with it. This was painful. And I felt like I would wake up once this video ended.

-Since when did such an insect live in my castle?

And eventually, I could see the end. A shocked baby in a lace dress turned around from biting an angel statue’s butt.

Going deeper into the past, the videos were becoming blurry, but this part was clear.

I looked at my younger self with a strange feeling. My eyes in the video were intense. And then darkness. The dream ended.

But it was weird. Once the mories ended, I felt empty inside. It was like there was a hole inside my heart. Like I lost sothing.

W, Why was I feeling this way?

It was like soone had stolen sothing precious to . But sand slipping through my fingers, like I had quietly lost sothing important.

But that feeling didn’t last long. The sleep was fading away. It was ti to wake up.

“Princess!”

And when I woke up, I saw familiar faces.

“Princess, are you alright? You’re not hurt anywhere?”

Lili shook while crying. No, her tears were my weakness!

“Oh my goodness. The heavens helped us. I thought sothing really had happened this ti…”

I was going to say sothing, but I couldn’t speak. Lili, realizing my condition, poured so water from a bottle.

“How long was I asleep?”

“It’s been about 15 days.”

Why was my voice like this? I had probably been in bed for a long ti.

Felix answered instead of Lili, who was barely holding back tears.

What? It wasn’t as much as I expected. Didn’t I lie in bed for over 40 days last ti? I thought I was worse than back then, but I wasn’t?

“Did Lucas heal again?”

I looked around , buried in my blankets. But at that mont, both of them shut their lips.

There was an unnatural silence.

“What about Dad?”

A bad feeling starting to scratch at my heart. I asked again in a cracked voice, and Felix answered.

“The Emperor is….”

***

“Princess!”

I was trying to leave my room despite the protests of the two. But my body didn’t move like I wanted it to.

“Princess, please! You can’t do this. Please return to your bed.”

Lili sobbed, grabbing my arm, but I pushed her arm away.

But I needed to go see Claude now. If I didn’t see his face right now, if I didn’t see that he was okay, I didn’t know what I was going to do.

‘The Emperor fainted 15 days ago and still hasn’t woken up.’

Just what did he say? He was lying, right?

‘There wasn’t any way to calm your magic, and it was obvious we would lose you if we spent more ti…so the Emperor….’

He had risked his life to save . And he had almost died instead of . What kind of bullshit was that. It was so unlikely that I had to see for myself.

“I’ll just escort her myself.”

As I pushed Lili away and walked towards the door, Felix couldn’t keep on watching and carried . Lili realized she couldn’t stop and quietly followed us.

Felix carried all the way to Claude’s bedroom.

When he put down in front of the familiar door, Felix opened the door for and spoke.

“The Emperor would be extrely happy to see that you woke up.”

He said sothing else after that, but I stumbled into the room like I was possessed. Claude’s bedroom was quiet, like always.

But he was lying in his bed, not on the sofa.

“Dad.”

It was strange.

Why was this person lying so comfortably on the bed? Like he was never gonna wake up.

“Dad.”

I went closer to Claude. His gold hair, and the face when he was sleeping confird that it was indeed Claude.

But his dry lips and pale face showed how critical he was.

He didn’t wake up no matter how many tis I called him.

Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.

Why are you lying there instead of ? Did anyone ask you to save ?

I stretched my hand out to him. The mories in my dream definitely weren’t mine. So were they his? How had his dreams been spilled out to ?

“Wake up.”

I didn’t like this.

“Dad.”

But there was nothing I could do.

“Dad, wake up.”

I held on to Claude’s hand and continued calling out to him.

The room was so quiet it felt stuffy. It felt like the silence was pushing down my head. I sighed, my head bent near Claude’s

Flinch. I suddenly felt a movent at my fingertips. I thought I imagined it, but Claude’s hand moved again.

I lifted my head.

I saw a pair of eyes trying to refocus looking at .

“D, Dad.”

I called again, standing straight from leaning on the bed.

Ah, I knew it. He wouldn’t die from sothing like this.

“You are….”

And when Claude saw , a small voice escaped his lips.

“Just who are you?”

I stood there, feeling like I was dumped in freezing water.