I Was Born as the King’s Daughter – Chapter 8

Ch 8

A Brutal Girl’s Ceremony

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The Girl’s Ceremony was held. During that time—a full 7 years—I was able to greet the 12 mothers I had never seen before and my 32 older sisters. It seems that another younger sister was born under me a few days ago, but I haven’t seen her yet. The Girl’s Ceremony wasn’t that important of an event. It’s only because I’m royalty that I even get a semblance of a Girl’s Ceremony; ordinary people don’t even care about such things.

My world was very narrow. Although I had indirect experiences through books, I had never moved beyond my room and a few very limited places, like the restaurant that the Brat uses. I didn’t have the right to move around as I pleased. The Royal Castle that I got to look around for the first time was really… incredibly huge. It was unnecessarily large, so there were many empty rooms.

“Princess nim. Please greet her. This is the Fourth Queen.”

Ah. I’m already tired. The queens’ rooms are very far apart from each other. To be more precise, the buildings themselves are completely different. And those buildings were at least 200 meters apart, even if you take the shortest distance. And even after entering the building, I had to move for quite a while.

Oh, right. Just in case there might be a misunderstanding, it’s a bit difficult to imagine a castle from a medieval setting. It’s a modern building. There are escalators and elevators. It’s surprisingly odd that all of this is powered by magic rather than science and technology.

‘Ah… I’m really so tired I could die.’

My pathetic body was too tired to endure the 3-hour journey. After finally meeting and greeting the 12th queen, I was completely exhausted.

Our Song Su-jin ssi was so excited that she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Now it’s time to meet the Princess nim. Since you are so bright and beautiful, the other Princess nim will surely like you.”

That’s just your opinion, Song Su-jin ssi. You’re very kind, but you don’t know much about the world. I said there are 32 older sisters above me, right? Then about 20 of them will probably hate me.

After the Girl’s Ceremony, my range of movement will be a bit wider. And it was said that some interaction between the princesses would be allowed. Then there’s already a world of their own that I don’t know about.

“Sujin. I heard my rumors are spreading among the helpers?”

“Of course! They say that if Princess nim were a Prince nim, you might have changed the world, you are such a great genius!”

Then that’s the end of that conversation. Unfortunately, I’m not 7 years old. I’m too old to not know about the world. It was definitely not me who said, ‘I want to marry Dad.’ Although I do high kicks in my blanket every night, that’s definitely not me. No, it’s not, sob.

The highlight of the Girl’s Ceremony was the meeting with my older sisters. It was a place where princesses under the age of 15 participated together. Of course, there wouldn’t be a younger sister born under me, and of course, I’m the youngest.

“Hello, older sisters.”

“So, you’re the Sang-hui who is said to be so bright? Ah. You can step aside now. We need to have a meeting between the princesses.”

Wow. It’s crowded. 32 older sisters is quite something.

‘They’re really not being friendly.’

They really weren’t being friendly. I know that the rumors are already widespread in the Royal Palace. The fact that I’m very close with two Prince nim. In reality, I can’t go to the princes’ rooms. So, the princes—I write princes, but I read them as brats—come to my room.

This is a place where we chat while eating simple snacks and drinking warm tea. It seems like it will take more than 20 minutes just to greet everyone.

But with the 7th princess, something, well, I got caught up in something.

“Don’t you have any respect for your elders?”

“…Pardon?”

The 7th princess had just come back from the bathroom. For reference, no one told me anything. Judging by her appearance, she looks to be around 13 years old. Either way, they’re all kids to me. I’m a kid too, though. D*mn it.

“Are you ignoring me right now?”

The atmosphere turned cold. In my head, I’m thinking, ‘Don’t be nervous,’ because these guys are kids no matter how you look at them. The problem is that my body is also a kid’s. Moreover, there are a whopping 31 of them. How many of them will be friendly to me?

‘The rumor that I even eat with the Brat must have spread.’

I’m more than enough to be the target of jealousy.

‘Ugh, seriously. These little brats.’

This is what happened. I greeted the 8th princess before the 7th princess. I mean, so what? How am I supposed to know who’s the 7th princess and who’s the 8th princess? No one came forward to introduce them. They were sitting in a line nearby, so I just went down the line and greeted them.

It seems that in this Royal Palace, the Girl’s Ceremony has some kind of rules and regulations. It was obvious that they wanted to break the spirit of the newbie and establish a hierarchy. I felt scared, but also, on the other hand, I felt it was pathetic, a dual feeling. Would it be right to describe it as a princess-style bullying game?

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You. What’s my name?”

“You are the 7th Princess nim. Princess Gang Hui-yeong nim.”

Then Gang Hui-yeong suddenly showed a flustered expression. Just in case, I had memorized them diligently. I had to memorize the names of 32 princesses, who were complete strangers, not really strangers, but still, and no one knows how much of an ordeal that was. I only have the brain of a 7-year-old.

Princess Gang Hui-yeong walked to the table with a huff and picked up a cup that was presumably filled with hot tea. Hey. No way. Is she going to throw water on me? That thing is steaming right now, isn’t it? Hey. No way. It can’t be… but it was. Seriously, what kind of senseless bitches are these? What if I get burned! Judging by the fact that the other older sisters aren’t stopping her, it seems like there was some kind of agreement between them.

I tried not to dodge it, but I ended up dodging it. My dress got wet, but it didn’t touch my face.

“You rude b*tch. How dare you dodge it?”

Gang Hui-yeong approached me with a huff and slapped my cheek. At this point, I was more furious than scared. Aish. I really can’t even beat this little kid.

‘Hold it in. Hold it in. Hold it in. Holding it in is winning.’

I had expected it to some extent anyway. This is a world of male dominance. Right now, I’m being loved by the brats—except for the first brother—and the Brat, but this might end anytime. I absolutely shouldn’t cause trouble. If the time comes when I can cause trouble, then maybe, but now is the time to hold it in.

After slapping my cheek, Gang Hui-yeong said with a huff.

“You. Recite what you did wrong.”

“I dodged the water that you threw, older sister.”

“Again?”

“…I don’t really know. If you give me guidance, I’ll make sure to fix it.”

Gang Hui-yeong let out a ‘huh’ and laughed. Then the faces of the princesses who were far away, around the 25th in the hierarchy, turned pale.

“Hey. Choi Si-yeon. Come here.”

Choi Si-yeon. If my memory serves me right, she’s the 23rd princess.

“You. Aren’t you going to give her proper education?”

“…I’m sorry, older sister.”

Oh my. Education, my foot. I just came here for the first time today. What this means is that you can’t say ‘I don’t really know’ to your older sisters. You can’t do that, you have to answer ‘I will find out’. I’m so dumbfounded that I can’t even speak. Is this a military? Is it?

The 23rd princess, Choi Si-yeon, was also slapped on the cheek. This is quite something. The atmosphere is so beautiful. I don’t know why these girls in their early teens are so strict.

“Hey. I told you to say what you did wrong? Are you not going to answer quickly?”

Did you give me time to answer? Did you? You little brat. Aish. In the end, Choi Si-yeon was slapped one more time. And Choi Si-yeon answered instead.

“When calling older sister’s name, I called it in a way that was not respectful.”

It was wrong to answer, ‘You are the 7th Princess nim. Princess Gang Hui-yeong nim.’ I should have said, ‘Princess Gang Hee-ja Yeong-ja nim,’ but I made a mistake and said ‘Princess Gang Hui-yeong nim,’ and that’s why this mess happened. The First Princess Hwang Se-ah clapped her hands a couple of times.

“The mothers will be arriving soon, so let’s keep it moderate. Si-yeon will make sure to educate her properly.”

When the mothers appear, they’ll turn back into children again. Ah. My cheek is throbbing. I’m also annoyed. At times like this, where is our Brat?

I remembered when Kim Seo-hui said something to me before, our Second Brat warned her. He’s a bit of an annoying Brat, but anyway, he’s at the top of the hierarchy, and he’s probably on my side.

‘I have to hold it in. I’ll make them my allies.’

I thought that if I could just get through this crisis well. If I show them a good side of me, they will also change their attitude towards me someday. That was clear. It was just a matter of how long it would take.

‘Then maybe it would be better if the Brat didn’t show up.’

I probably didn’t think that they would be so strict usually. I don’t know if they are aware of it themselves, but judging by the way they are looking at me with eyes full of jealousy, it seems like they are being stricter because of jealousy.

The door to the hall opened.

“Mureo-wat!”

A cloth doll flew in. A voice could be heard as well.

“You dog bastard! Where are you?”

The voice of the Second Brat echoed in the hall.

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The Second Brat tilted his head. The First Brat, who was taller than the Second Brat, also appeared. Kim Hwan-seong tilted his head.

“What’s with this atmosphere?”

The princesses all rushed to greet them. The nth princess. So and so. Prince nim. How do you do? That’s how most of them greeted, but Kim Hwan-seong ignored them all or just nodded occasionally. That Brat, like a Brat, didn’t even say who he was. Don’t you know? It’s the fault of the one who doesn’t know. He’s a guy armed with this kind of logic.

Kim Hwan-seong tilted his head again.

“Why is your dress wet?”

“…I accidentally fell and spilled tea on myself, I guess?”

Oh my. You little kids. I think I can hear you swallowing your saliva from all the way over here. Kim Hwan-seong laughed again, as if it was so funny. What’s even more annoying is that I’m holding the cloth doll that this guy threw earlier in my hand. That damn… no, anyway, can’t you stop throwing this cloth doll? Please. Brat. Well. If you were going to listen to my request, you wouldn’t be a Brat in the first place.

The First Brat, Kim Hwan-seok, glanced at me. Unlike Kim Hwan-seong, who was giggling and laughing, Kim Hwan-seok looked at me with a blunt and calm attitude and said.

“Father nim is calling for you. A maid is waiting outside, so go.”

“Yes, Prince nim.”

I know the basics. I’m not dumb enough to call him ‘oppa’ here.

“Hwan-seong, you go with her too.”

“Okay, hyung.”

I headed to the Brat’s room. I’m also yay. At least to some extent, I think I succeeded in creating a slightly good image. If they think, ‘That b*tch is pretending to be nice,’ then there’s nothing I can do about it, but I did my best for now.

‘Why the h*ll is that Brat calling for me?’

It’s definitely a huge privilege. It’s to the point where I have no excuse even if I receive jealousy. In this generation of kings, there has never been a time in the history of the Girl’s Ceremony that the princes entered the hall where the Girl’s Ceremony was being held. I’m the first.

I thought they were walking a bit quietly, but then Kim Hwan-seong spoke again. At the same time as I saw the cloth doll flying.

“Dog! Mureo-wat!”

… Ah… I want to beat him up.

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The door to the hall closed.

Kim Hwan-seok walked to the table and placed a thick book that he had been holding under his arm on the table. He pointed to the First Princess Hwang Se-ah.

“You.”

“Yes, Prince nim.”

Hwang Se-ah approached Kim Hwan-seok with quick steps. Kim Hwan-seok suddenly lifted his foot and kicked Hwang Se-ah in the stomach. Hwang Se-ah barely managed to hold back a scream. Because a princess can’t scream when a Prince nim hits her. The only good thing is that the prince didn’t use magic. If he had kicked her with magic, the princess’s condition wouldn’t be so normal.

“Do I look like a fool to you?”

“Wow, Prince nim… what is that…”

Kim Hwan-seok sat on the table with his butt.

“All of you, kneel.”

At the same time, all 32 princesses knelt down.

“The b*tch who honestly says what happened will be spared.”

The princesses’ faces turned pale. In the end, the First Princess Hwang Se-ah told the truth. Kim Hwan-seok walked closer to Gang Hui-yeong, the 7th princess, who had poured tea on Sang-hui. Gang Hui-yeong’s face turned pale. She trembled.

Kim Hwan-seok knelt on one knee and made eye contact with Gang Hui-yeong. Gang Hui-yeong trembled and barely opened her mouth.

“O, older sister told me to…”

“Wh, what are you saying! I never did that!”

Kim Hwan-seok chuckled. He grabbed Gang Hui-yeong’s chin and lifted it slightly.

“I’m just giving a warning today.”

And then he suddenly raised his fist and punched Gang Hui-yeong in the face. Thwack! A sound was made. Kim Hwan-seok shook his fist.

“I didn’t use magic.”

Kim Hwan-seok stepped on Gang Hui-yeong’s face with his foot, who was trying to get up quickly—because that’s the proper etiquette.

“If you do this kind of thing again… then I’ll really kill you.”

It’s not just empty words. If a prince decides to, he can kill a princess anytime. This is that kind of world. He looked around at the princesses and said.

“If you’re going to touch someone else’s dog bastard, you have to get the owner’s permission. Don’t you think?”

A long silence flowed. No one could speak.

“If there’s a b*tch who really wants to die, then go ahead and do whatever you want.”

And then he left the hall. The princesses remained kneeling and bowed respectfully to the prince as he left.

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The Brat is still a Brat. He called me here, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“Hyung, where did you come from?”

“Poop.”

Do you have to be so indifferent and chic even when you’re talking about poop?

“I’m bored, should I do Mureo-wat?”

Please. Stop it! Tell him not to do it. First Brat. You’re at least 11 years old, aren’t you? You’re a whole year older than this 10-year-old Brat. Stop him. Please.

But I had forgotten. Kim Hwan-seong is just a Brat, but Kim Hwan-seok is a very bad Brat bastard. Kim Hwan-seok glanced at me.

“Dog.”

He opened the door. This means that I should follow him out the door. The single word ‘dog’ contains many meanings, such as ‘You dog bastard. I opened the door, so come this way quickly.’

‘No way… right…?’

A hallway that looked to be several hundred meters long appeared. Kim Hwan-seok threw the cloth doll with all his might. That guy. He definitely used magic. He used magic! And he looked at me with an indifferent and chic expression. I know the meaning of that expression. Kim Hwan-seong shouted excitedly from behind.

“Mureo-wat! Dog!”

At that moment. Someone picked up the cloth doll. It was the Brat who had called me and made me wait for over 30 minutes.

━————————–= Afterword —————————=

This is. Real.

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