I called off my plans with Charles the other day, mainly because I was simply feeling unwell, but aside from that, I have also been upset from trivial matters.
The servants, for instance. They have been performing their duties as usual for the most part, but perhaps due to having lost any opportunity to see Oxe, the maid in question has been a little cold lately. When I try to converse with her, she speaks in a rather stern manner. If I continue the conversation, I get frustrated and think, hurry up and get married! I get tempted to vent and I dislike that, so I end up telling her to leave me alone.
And Father, for instance. I become extremely annoyed with him for no reason whatsoever. I donât even want to see his face. Thatâs right. Even during meals, I tend to avoid dining with him.
I canât have my own way with anything, and bad things just keep getting in my way. The only things that are certain in my life are Michelieâs cuteness and Mariwaâs strictness. I can only look at everything else with uncertainty.
Perhaps the reason for all this is connected to the workings of the mind of my past adolescent self.
âIn fact, I have been thinking about this for a long while now.â
I voice my complaints to my best friend, who looks very annoyed.
âHave you been degenerating with every year?â
âI am not.â
I flatly deny her baseless criticism as she looks at me with cold, dark brown eyes that resemble gliding chestnuts. As a genius, I am constantly evolving and will never degenerate, for I am always filled with curiosity and a desire for improvement.
âIs that so. Then it was probably my imagination that you were slightly more intelligent than I during our first encounter. I hope this helps you understand my position when I voiced my own poetic complaints, but are you really sure you havenât been degenerating? Or perhaps you have been nourishing seeds planted in your brain, and have come to see them grow into a garden?â
âShut up. I donât want to hear it coming from a shut-in like you.â
I retort, offended by my best friendâs tendency of hurling abuse without restraint. I could take her abuse lightly in the past, but being aware of my reaction now shocks me.
âUgh, damnâŚâŚ Whatâs this? Is a certain someone somewhere being jealous of my excellence and putting a curse on meâŚâŚ?!â
âNo way.â
Surfania looks down on me with cold eyes as I droop my head.
My best friend hasnât really changed in the past two years. She looks more mature and cool, but she still displays the same lack of interest in society as a shut-in. Of late, she has been saying such things as âI want to stay single and write novels for a living.â Thatâs a terminal way of thinking. According to my knowledge of my past existence, itâs not exactly impossible for a princess to live an unmarried life writing novels, but I honestly donât recommend it. I want to tell Surfania to learn from her elder sisters and become a proper lady.
âLeaving aside what kind of flowers are blooming in your head right nowâŚâŚ Youâre saying that you want to do something about not being honest with yourself.â
Thatâs a very simplified explanation, but itâs correct overall.
I nod in confirmation, and Surfania smiles in amusement.
âWell, I understand your feelings on the matter. After all, you ran away from your meeting with His Highness Charles.â
âI- I didnât run away!â
I stand up with enough force to topple the chair Iâm sitting on, and press Surfania.
âI didnât run away or anything. In fact, Iâm perfectly calm about seeing Charles, so there is no need for me to run away. I simply had a slight fever yesterday, thatâs all!â
Iâm saying I didnât run away at all. Iâm just trying to avoi- âŚâŚno. Iâve simply been unable to see Charles due to unavoidable circumstances. Not a single time have I run away willingly.
âYou canât convince me with that red face and lack of honesty with yourselfâŚâŚ hehehe. Well, youâve entertained me somewhat. I will not press on any further.â
I can see a glimpse of satisfaction in Surfaniaâs eyes. Thatâs the only thing that has newly surfaced in her at times in these past two years. She puts her chin on her fingers in thought without taking much notice of me.
âBut, curses, huhâŚâŚ yes, thatâs right. I have a manual for you, Chris.â
âOh.â
I return to my seat thinking she has a plan, but I get a feeling of deja vu when I see her pull out a book from the shelf. I remember clearly that she has done this before. There is no flaw in my memory as a genius.
âYou are sorely mistaken if you think I will be fooled again, Surfania.â
Itâs a humiliating and unforgettable memory of a similar situation two years ago. I, Christina Noir, daughter of the Duke, gave in to temptation once and ended up kneeling before a noble of a lower ranking. Itâs a part of my past I want to erase.
In fact, there was another occurrence after that incident that was more damaging to my reputation. Surfania deceived me into thinking that entertainment novels could actually become a romance guidebook. I read one in earnest, and mimicked the protagonistâs actions in that book. I practiced being the character in front of Surfania, and as I got better at it, I did it right in front of Charles.
Yes.
I actually did it.
I will avoid going into the details because I simply do not wish to remember it, but it was probably known as my âdark historyâ in my past life. I probably thought that things would go well. Just remembering it makes me want to pass out in agony. If anything, seeing Michelieâs cheerful face was my saving grace. Since then, it has become increasingly embarrassing to see Charles that I have been avoidingâŚâŚâŚâŚ I mean, I havenât had the good fortune to see him.
Surfania was the cause of these Two Shameful Incidents, so naturally I put my guard up against her.
âMy, how rude. I have done no such thing as deceiving you. Look at the title.â
âThe title? What is it this timeâŚâŚ hey.â
I take the book from Surfania while staying alert. I notice right away that itâs something I would read in a heartbeat. In fact, itâs something that not only I, but almost every literate person in this country, have already read at least once.
âA fairy tale?â
âThatâs right.â
Itâs a picture book written to help children remember words. To guide them to literacy.
I wonder why she would offer this to me. Most likely sheâs trying to play a prank on me, but I canât discern her true intentions.
âWhat do you want me to do with this picture book?â
âStop being so uptight. You probably know that the story is about a cursed princess who receives a kiss from the prince, and lives with him happily ever after.â
âI know.â
I read this when I was a toddler, but I remember the details because I am a genius.
âItâs not just our country that has this. There are other fairy tales with similar stories all around the world. Breaking curses with kisses is one of the common ideologies worldwide.â
ââŚâŚSo what are you trying to say?â
I read Surfaniaâs thoughts at that instant. This is the difference between a commoner and a genius.
Staring at her, I sense her true intentions despite her attempt at providing cheap and shallow guidance. Surfania thinks she has the upper hand and nods.
âIâm saying that youâre like a cursed princess, and everything will be solved as long as you kiss His Highness CharlesâŚâŚ Wait, Chris. Whatâs gotten into you, putting your palms against my temples? Donât tell me youâre going to make me yield through violent ow ow ow ow ow!â
Hearing her say something so optimistic makes me use Mariwaâs Temple Rubbing Technique without hesitation. Unlike me, whom Mariwa tramples on a daily basis, Surfania is a sheltered lady after all. She lacks the tolerance for pain, and begins screaming in no time.
âHey, Surfania. Do you really think that Iâm so stupidly naive to be instigated by your words? Do you really think so, hm?â
âBut you really entertained me when you took what I said at face value and played the character from that novel two years ago- ow?! Chr- Chris⌠itâs true that I was playing a prank so please sto- OW OW OW OW OW!â
Surfania sincerely apologizes in tears at last, but itâs not enough to call it even, after these two years.
I finally release the pressure from my palms on Surfaniaâs head, and put on a broad smile.
âI saw through the same trap I was caught in two years ago. This means that Iâm evolving as a genius by harnessing my experience. Knowing that makes me feel good today.â
âY-youâre right. Youâre a genius, Chris. So take that as your reward and go-â
âYes. Iâm a genius. Now, Surfania. Now that weâre on the same pageâŚâŚ Prepare yourself for my Temple Rubbing Technique.â
âEek!â
Knowing what pain feels like now, Surfania cowers in fear.
I donât plan on letting her escape. I close the distance for every step she takes.
âI- Iâm sorry. Thatâs enough. It was wrong of meâŚâŚ so stop hurting me!â
âSurfania, I know your pain very well. Yeah, I donât like it when it hurts either. Yup, I understand it so well that I will never use a whip on a horse. But I want to give you a piece of advice as a close friend.â
As Surfania is shaking her head in desperation, I gently smile and place my hands on the sides of her head.
I form a couple of fists this time, and place the hardest parts of my joints slightly above her temples, preventing her head from moving.
Then, I turn my wrists while speaking.
âKnow the pain of people around you.â
ââT!!!â
In the bedroom of the third daughter of the Calibrachoa family.
In a place restricted only to certain nobles and servants of the house, a sharp cry of pain resounded.