The Princess Pretends to Be Crazy: Prologue

Prologue:

Lizvel Valdimar.

She was the fifth princess of the Kingdom of Valdimar, and the fourth in line to the throne.

The reason why she was fourth in line despite being the fifth princess? The four princesses

above her had already left this world.

TL/N: aka RIP

The King of Valdimar, Lucipe, was known as the tyrant of his time, having ascended the throne after brutally murdering his two brothers with his very own hands.

But, in addition to gaining the throne, the new king was also cursed. Facing the goddess's

wrath, that curse, was the price he paid for destroying the sacred Temple.

From the moment he ascended the throne, the king's body slowly began to harden.

TL/N: As in literally harden, like rock (yikes)

There was no cure at all. Only the goddess' forgiveness could save him.

Then, 10 years later, the goddess Hellar's oracle came down upon them.

[A strong and powerful warrior will come to save Valdimar.]

Valdimar was a kingdom in which warriors guarded the sacred Hellar. So, Hellar's 'strong and powerful warrior' meant the royal family.

As soon as the oracle came, the mad tyrant said to his ten children,

"The strongest among you all will become the next head of Valdimar."

There was only one condition.

"Prove yourself to be the strongest warrior by all means."

TL/N: aka. using whatever it takes.

Proving that you are the strongest by any means.

The meaning of that was clear.

A year after the king gave these orders, the First Prince slit the neck of the Second Princess.

That was when it all started.

A succession ceremony in the form of a battle royale for the throne.

TL/N: Battle royale means a battle in which the last remaining/surviving person is declared the victor.

And, giving up your succession rights simply wasn't possible.

By the time Lizvel turned fifteen, her brothers and sisters had died, each struck by their own

siblings' swords. Four princesses and two princes had already perished.

TL/N: "swords" here has a figurative meaning.

So, upon her 15th birthday, all that was left of the royal family was the First Prince, Second

Prince, the Fifth Prince, and of course, Lizvel, the Fifth Princess.

But only one member of the royal family could succeed the throne. Three out of the remaining four had to be taken out.

And of course, the next one was Lizvel.

On the morning of her fifteenth birthday, Lizvel died from drinking poison that her brother, the First Prince, had secretly slipped in.

She'd always been careful and on-guard, but who would've thought that her tea would be

poisoned by his hands?

All her tea leaves had been checked for poison, so just when did they get replaced?

"There are only two remaining now."

Those were the words the First Prince spoke to Lizvel as she lay there on the brink of death.

And, albeit faintly, she seemed to hear her father's voice as well.

"Is that the fourth princess?"

TL/N: Lizvel is actually the fifth princess, but her father couldn't even keep track of his own

children and thought that she was the fourth princess.

Only until her very last breath, did Lizvel finally close her eyes.

Lizvel Valdimar. Born only every 100 years, the saint of the goddess Hellar ended her short life in such a way.

TL/N: To clear things up, every 100 years or so, a saint of the goddess Hellar is born.

She'd only lived fifteen years, never having the chance to awaken the powers she'd been

naturally born with.

No one knew that she was the saint the whole continent had been eagerly awaiting.

Maybe it was because she fought until the very end, or perhaps, it was because of some other reason, but... Lizvel came back to life.

Not only did she come back to life, but she also turned back time.

"I've come back..."

Lizvel stared down at her hands and body, which had become smaller.

Obviously, she'd died, struggling and in pain as the poison burned throughout her body.

The moment of her last breath was still fresh in Lizvel's mind.

Unconsciously, she touched her neck. That deadly poison had definitely gone down her throat.

She'd known it the moment she took a sip of that tea.

The First Prince. Her older brother Zikal, was going to kill her that day.

'In fact, I had a feeling he would even before all that.'

Lizvel sighed, and lowered her hand.

With only four royal members left, it was obvious who'd be killed off first.

Lizvel had no power, and no backing. There were no aristocrats that supported her, or pushed her to succeed the throne.

Lizvel was a princess, but also a princess with humble origins.

So, she'd taken a speculative guess.

I'm going to die next time.

In order to not be killed, she had to kill, but the remaining three princes weren't people she

would deal with easily. To be specific, they were more like beasts, crazy about succeeding the throne.

At least, Lizvel had lived as if she were dead, so she'd been the last surviving princess.

If she hadn't tried to avoid death, and instead was greedy and vied for the throne like her other sisters, Lizvel's neck would've been cut off by those monstrous princes.

However, everything she did still wasn't enough.

She couldn't survive just by living as if she were dead. She needed to get out of the palace, but that wasn't possible.

Her place in this twisted competition was inevitable- Lizvel had been born a royal, and was thus involuntarily thrust into the battle for the throne.

Therefore, this time, in her second life, she had to be different.

"The Fourth Princess has died."

"..."

Lizvel was now ten years old. And today, was the day when the last princess above her had

been killed.

As soon as she heard the news, Lizvel made up her mind.

I can't spend this life waiting for death.

She had to come up with countermeasures. However, there were a limited amount of options

available to Lizvel, who was in the body of her ten year-old self.

She couldn't gain much power right now, nor could she easily form an alliance with her brothers, or leave the palace right this instant.

And, the moment my brothers feel like I'm secretly building up my strength, they'll slit my neck.

So the method that Lizvel finally chose...

"On top of the Moonlight Garden-!"

"Uh, your Highness?"

"White evening primroses are in full bloom-!"

Was to become a crazy b*tch.

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