People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 72

According to what Hecate’s personal maid said, Hecate must have returned only recently from the western border zone. In other words, she was surely holding an important meeting without even a moment to rest.

Normally, after a ruler returned from an inspection tour to a distant place, they would discuss the matter with close aides and seek solutions. Thus, I planned to eavesdrop quietly and enter the room at an opportune moment.

“You two step away for a moment. Absolutely no loud noises—move quietly.”

I had to be especially careful. If Hecate realized I was here, she’d undoubtedly stop talking about the western border zone.

Just as Jeff had once deflected questions about his visit to the temple, in their eyes I was still their young daughter who needed protection—even if I’d become the heir to the throne.

They clearly wouldn’t want their small, precious Crown Princess, only ten years old, to worry about state affairs, interfere heavily in politics, and suffer hardships.

They’d surely wish for me to minimize gloomy thoughts, enjoy my studies, mingle happily with friends, and create memories far better than their own difficult, unhappy childhoods.

At the very least, they’d want me to grow up unharmed, play freely, and eat only good things until I reached adulthood.

That meant it would likely take several more years before they’d even consider asking for my opinion on state matters or giving weight to my voice.

Now that I thought about it, in my previous life I hadn’t thrown Jeff and Hecate straight into real duties either. Instead, I tested their resilience for palace life by assigning them menial tasks and started by teaching them etiquette and studies.

“Understood.”

“We shall withdraw at once.”

But perhaps because I’d been an emperor in my past life—or maybe because hundreds of years of existence had made me a wizened soul in a young body—I had no desire to stay comfortably nestled in the nest, opening my beak toward the sky and squealing helplessly for food from my mother.

If I’d lived as an ordinary Crown Princess with no memories of my past life, I probably wouldn’t be acting like this now. I might have played with maids, drawn pictures, or even learned embroidery.

Yet, whether my appearance was ugly or handsome, old or young, I was still myself. In Paradise, I’d only received worship, gifts, and carefully gathered love—but now, I wanted to move according to my own will.

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