Jeffrey Olan’s father was a distant collateral branch of the Duke Haiman family, without a title and incompetent.

Once inspired by his youthful career of working for the ducal family, he milked that for the rest of his life.

“I’m a Haiman man! How much have I helped the Duke!”

“If I just want to, if I just write a letter to the Duke, this will all be resolved!”

Those words brainwashed himself and his family.

Their pride was as high as the ceiling, and the gap in their unsupported lifestyle returned as an inferiority complex.

They were gentlemen who had no problems making a living, but always felt lacking.

They were not nobles, but their hearts were noble. Their spending always exceeded Jeffrey’s income.

But when I married Jeffrey, he became a viscount, a real nobleman.

The Olan family acted as if they had always been viscounts.

They treated me like a parasite clinging to the side and thought of my dignity maintenance fee as a royal as money they rightfully deserved.

It was in this situation that I mentioned divorce.

“How dare a wench like you ask my son for a divorce?”

Madam Olan pounced on a sleeping person in the middle of the night. The violence of venting her anger by wrapping me in a blanket and hitting where it wouldn’t show except for the face was expected.

My skin was pinched through the thin blanket, and the soft pillow mercilessly battered my body like a heavy hammer.

“See if you’ve done well! Why would our Jeffrey meet another woman!”

Madam Olan said in a sharp voice that it was all my fault.

“We were kind to a woman despised as cursed, and she clung on asking for marriage!

If your husband is unsatisfied with you and has an affair, you should think to do better out of guilt, but you mention divorce first? Are you really royalty? If you’re human, you should know shame!”

“Mother, don’t hit her face. What will people say if they see?”

“Hmph, we can just say she hurt herself!”

She defended Jeffrey in a vicious voice and justified the violence of hitting me.

“If you’re upset that he’s meeting another woman, you should think to persuade your husband at home first! How could you bring up divorce in front of His Highness?

As a wife, how could you crush your husband’s face like that!”

“With such a bad and nasty personality, what man would like you! That’s why Jeffrey can’t give his heart to a princess!”

“This is why I was so against this marriage. You trapped our perfectly fine son into marriage, and now you do this!”

“Mother, I was the one who opposed it. You were happy because she was a princess. You encouraged Jeffrey to receive a title instead of marrying.”

“Elena! How dare you say that and try to blame someone else! It’s all your fault! Is being a princess everything?”

The anger turned back to me again.

Because I was easy to pick on, all her wrong choices became my fault.

“You wicked wench! You ruined our son! If it wasn’t for you, if you hadn’t clung on asking to marry, our Jeffrey would be by now…”

“Mother, stop!”

When Elena urgently called Madam Olan, the assault stopped briefly.

“Why is she so quiet?”

“Is she dead?”

“She wouldn’t die from this. She must have lost consciousness.”

While sighing, the hand lifting the blanket was careful.

It’s the middle of the night, but there’s a full moon. The moonlight shining through the window illuminated the horrified Elena. Our eyes met.

Madam Olan was also visible.

These people, so devoted to their affection for Jeffrey, quickly fled, abandoning Jeffrey when the Empire invaded the capital of Glissia.

I followed them asking to be taken along, but I was abandoned and couldn’t board the ship.

As I blankly watched the ship departing, Liam Wilboyer’s fire burned that ship.

Becoming a huge torch, it burned on the sea before sinking.

I saw how they were punished in the end. So I wasn’t angry even when assaulted.

They would be punished.

How joyful.

I wish there was only joy, but guilt followed.

I’m not originally a person who rejoices in others’ misfortunes.

Seeing my distorted smile, they were terrified.

“Ha-have you gone mad! Why are you smiling!”

“Kyaa, kyaaaa!”

Elena grabbed a pillow rolling on the bed and struck me. Sharp pain passed through my cheek, already stinging from Jeffrey’s hit.

Cupping my cheek as I sat up, Madam Olan and Elena hastily fled.

When I removed my hand and looked at my palm, there was no blood, but it was hot.

I got off the bed and stood in front of the mirror. There was a scratch on my cheek.

I gently stroked over it.

Pain is proof of being alive.

“What will you do if others see.”

The me in the mirror was expressionless.

I’ve learned through three lives how terrifying human desires and beliefs can be.

To gain power, the dukes monopolized me as their authority, and the king feared me and imprisoned me where no one could know.

Relying only on the dukes’ abilities, the military was weak. Moreover, they were arrogant, thinking God would protect them.

Yet when invaded by the Empire, unable to properly counterattack, it became my fault too.

Everyone only blamed me.

For being born.

For existing.

When a target to resent their circumstances appeared, rational judgment disappeared and they turned violent.

I knew.

How the Olan family would react when I brought up divorce.

Against the background of elaborate stained glass depicting Lagras, the god who sealed disaster in darkness and saved the world, and the seven gods under him, a giant pure white statue of Lagras looked down at me.

Even the priests didn’t dare speak to me casually, so I wasn’t disturbed.

I am a negation.

A product negated by the gods.

I knelt down and closed my eyes, pretending to pray.

At least I believe in God. The three lives I’ve lived are proof that God exists.

Swallowing ninety-nine resentments, I thanked God for one thing.

Gratitude that at least one person stayed by my side in the moment of death.

It made me realize that not everyone in this world hates, fears, and despises me.

Will Liam really come to meet me?

It’s about his sister, and he might be curious how I recognized him, so wouldn’t he come to meet me?

As I turned to leave, that answer was waiting for me.

Liam Wilboyer was standing at the entrance of the hall.

“You’ve come.”

A deep, benevolent voice held me.

“Your Holiness.”

Pope Grace, accompanied by two high priests, approached with a kind smile. I greeted him with a light curtsy, and the high priests’ expressions contorted.

The Glissian royal family is called God’s representative and is equal to the Pope, so my greeting was not improper.

“I’m always moved by your devout appearance. If you show an unwavering attitude, others will recognize Your Highness’s sincerity.”

“Thank you for your words.”

The royal family doesn’t pray because they are God’s representatives. But I am an existence abandoned by God, a powerless royal.

I had to outwardly show efforts for atonement.

Although I announced divorce, I shouldn’t suddenly show a completely different attitude from usual and cause anxiety.

To others, I still had to appear submissive and devout.

“Your Holiness, it’s time for you to go.”

“Ah yes, then.”

When I looked back, Liam was gone.

As usual, on my way back from the temple, I headed to the second floor of the dessert cafe I always stopped by.

The table I usually sat at was always empty at this time. There were many watchful eyes.

‘How will he approach?’

It was also fun to watch how Liam would act.

From the window seat on the second floor, I could see people coming and going on the street well. People who looked lively and happy, families passing by with bright smiles, couples.

In my previous life, I endlessly envied things that weren’t given to me.

Now I just enjoyed the dessert I was eating after a long time.

I scooped up a spoonful of soft cream and put it in my mouth. The sweetness melting on the tip of my tongue was a nostalgic taste.

‘This is the taste.’

It had been a long time, having passed through three lives.

Someone sat at the table behind me.

It was Liam Wilboyer. I knew without turning around.

I could sense him even with my eyes closed.

Liam has a unique scent.

I’ve never been to a desert, but he smelled of dry, hot sunlight like the rough sandstorms of a desert.

His unique fragrance mixed with a strong masculine scent revealed his presence anywhere, whether in a cold underground dungeon or a place reeking of blood.

“What a pleasant surprise to meet you here. Have you been well? How’s work?”

“I’m doing well, that’s why we’re meeting like this. You’ve become quite handsome.”

He must have followed me to meet, but he talked with the person at the table behind. As if they were glad to meet after a long time.

“Ah, I see that person here. I’ll go say hello for a moment.”

“Go ahead.”

“Sorry. I’ll be right back.”

After the brief conversation ended, the man who had been sitting there first left the cafe. Soon he was seen talking to some man standing on the street, hugging each other.

“What are you scheming?”

A cold voice quietly addressed me.

We were sitting with our backs to each other. Being closer than sitting face to face, his voice was clearly audible.

“Do you think I don’t know the rumors? What power does a powerless princess known as God’s negation have to help my sister?

The person I need is not an incompetent princess like you, but a royal who can bestow blessings.”

Liam criticized me.

The ability user’s medicine from the Empire had no effect on his sister. She had developed immunity and it didn’t work.

He searched for methods and tried various medicines, but to no avail, and only the blessing given by Glissian royalty was hope.

The Glissian king stalled as if he would send a royal.

Liam Wilboyer calmly said he had accumulated poison in his heart while staying in Glissia.

“My sister too, like you, waited for her death in even greater pain than this.”

“Your Beltoa people played with human lives, not letting me be by her side.”

“If only one of the Beltoa had helped…”

How bitterly he swallowed his resentment, his voice was even lower and anger that scratched at the heart was melted in it.

“I found out no one knows I’ve come. Beltoa wouldn’t allow Wilboyer to enter their territory.

The border was no different from before either. How did you recognize me?”

“Did you bring the flower?”

His threats don’t work on me.

Liam answered with mockery in his voice.

“Yes. I brought it. What are you scheming?”

I closed my eyes to the voice behind me and extinguished my flower. I burst the power contained within it.

That which is called God’s blessing.

The power to remove an ability user’s pain.

“What…”

A soft exclamation was heard from behind. It was a voice of completely different emotion from before.

“Blessing…”

Liam must have felt the blessing for the first time.