I Was Born as the King’s Daughter – Chapter 9

Ch 9

The World of Men

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The bastard is always warm to his sons. He pointed at me with his finger and said.

“Kids. This isn’t a dog.”

Hey. Father. What do you mean by ‘this’? I’m a person. What do you mean by ‘this’? Ah. My pride, sob sob. But I don’t have any pride anymore.

I,

“Abamama! Abamama!”

I said with a bright smile, hugging the bastard’s leg. Still, it’s much better than before. Before, he would have said, ‘Annoying,’ and pushed me away, but now he just leaves me alone. Sometimes, when he’s in a good mood, he gently strokes my head with that hand. Isn’t this a huge improvement? It’s annoying that I have to be happy about something like this given the times and situation, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Kim Hwan-seok bowed politely.

“Father nim. You’ve arrived?”

Kim Hwan-seong greeted the bastard with a giggle.

“Abuji!”

It’s right that you should call him Father nim or Abamama after you turn 8, but Kim Hwan-seong didn’t seem to care about such etiquette. The bastard didn’t seem to care much either. In the first place, Kim Hwan-seong’s path is set as a ‘Knight,’ and if he becomes a Knight, the royal etiquette is not very important.

“Hwan-seok, you’ve become quite familiar with magic control.”

“I am still lacking.”

Kim Hwan-seong giggled again.

“If I had thrown it, I would have thrown it far, far away.”

The reason this bastard called me wasn’t a big deal…no, it wasn’t. The excuse that he just wanted to see my face was just an excuse, and there was a letter for me. This is the real problem. Why. Why on earth. Why is a human who is even a king personally delivering a letter to me, his daughter, not his son? It feels like the sky is turning yellow. That letter. Could it be some kind of treasonous plot? No, it can’t be.

The bastard said.

“It’s a letter from your fiancé nim.”

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Gwak Gi-hyeon and Han Jin-soo entered the Imperial Magic Academy dormitory. And they were assigned to the same room. Gwak Gi-hyeon whined.

“Hey. Jin-soo. What are you writing that you keep writing and erasing letters dozens of times? You’ve never even written me a letter once? Huh? Huh?”

“I have. Once.”

“Only once! If you keep doing that, I’m going to be jea.lous!”

Han Jin-soo chuckled and gently pushed Gwak Gi-hyeon away.

“Ugh!”

Gwak Gi-hyeon screamed and flew away. It’s not that he flew away figuratively, but his body actually floated up and flew away. He crashed into the bed.

“You bad bastard! Where are you using magic!”

“You can resist with magic.”

“Are you and I in the same class! Are you comparing me, a normal person, to a human with talent that is considered top in the kingdom, no, in the Empire! Huh?”

Gwak Gi-hyeon frowned deeply, and with his cheeks puffed out like a child, he stared at Han Jin-soo.

“Hmph.”

“Be quiet, I’m busy.”

“I know everything. You’re writing a letter to your fiancée, aren’t you?”

Han Jin-soo flinched and stopped.

“That’s not it.”

“She’s having her Girl’s Ceremony, right? Is that why you’re writing a letter?”

“I said that’s not it!”

Gwak Gi-hyeon got up and approached Han Jin-soo. He stood behind Han Jin-soo.

“Heh. Then who are you writing to?”

“…….”

“Are you writing to me? A love letter?”

“You’re going to die.”

“Ah. This chic charm keeps making me fall for you.”

Gwak Gi-hyeon chuckled and then said, “Okay, okay, hyung. Don’t hit me with magic,” and went back to bed and whistled.

A lot of time passed. Han Jin-soo, who is called a genius even within the Empire and is called a monster for learning even the difficult content taught by teachers too quickly, had to spend a whopping 6 hours writing a single letter.

Morning came. Gwak Gi-hyeon rubbed his eyes and woke up.

“What’s with you? Are you still at your desk?”

Han Jin-soo asked with a serious expression.

“You don’t know that b*tch’s number, do you?”

“…….”

Gwak Gi-hyeon stared blankly at Han Jin-soo. Then he asked.

“In the first place, is it even possible for women to have cellphones? They don’t have magic, so they can’t use cellphones. What’s wrong with you? Who are you?”

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I received the letter from the bastard. The bastard’s expression was a bit unusual, so I even thought that there might really be some kind of treasonous plot. No. That can’t be. I’m only 8 years old.

“It’s a letter from your fiancé nim.”

Fiancé. I suddenly came to my senses. It’s Jin-soo. It’s a letter from Han Jin-soo. A letter came from that person who has the same face and the same voice as Jin-soo. But why is the bastard nim, who is like the sky, holding this letter? I wanted to ask, but I held back. A princess is not easily allowed to ask a king something.

Instead, I smiled brightly.

“I am so happy that Abamama called for me!”

The bastard slightly raised his chin. He was already looking down at me -because he’s tall━ but he looked down at me even more. Looking at that smug look, it seemed like he was saying with his whole body, ‘Of course. You should be honored.’ Sometimes I feel like I want to punch him.

“It seems like you’ve become quite close.”

“…If that person looks upon me with favor, I will be happy.”

“He’s definitely a decent guy.”

But I don’t know why his expression is not good. Kim Hwan-seong caught that. He’s a brat, but he’s a bit helpful today.

“Abuji. But why does your expression look so rotten…ah. That’s not it. Why isn’t your expression good?”

Oh right. The social hierarchy here is not a huge social hierarchy like an absolute monarchy or some kind of dictatorship. Even princes and kings don’t use the ‘I did’ or similar speech unless it’s a formal setting. The maids also treat the princesses a bit casually. It’s not a very strict social hierarchy, but it’s also not a democracy where freedom is guaranteed. It’s a bit of an awkward society. Anyway, Kim Hwan-seong’s way of speaking is not a problem.

“I don’t feel like it.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

What is it. Could it be. You’re not already a ddalbabo, are you? You don’t want your daughter to be taken by another guy… no, that’s nonsense. That was just my delusion and wishful thinking. D*mn it.

“I should have had a son like that guy.”

I cried and Hwan-seong also cried. For reference, Hwan-seong is also a genius. He’s a genius, but he’s a bit less of a genius than Jin-soo. At least Hwan-seok replied politely.

“I will try harder.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You guys are good enough to be considered geniuses. It’s just that that guy is excessively good.”

Yeah. D*mn it. That guy is good and I’m just a lowly, vulgar b*tch.

“I am really happy that I am engaged to such a person.”

The bastard nodded. Even this seemed like he was showing off, saying, ‘See? I chose a very good match for you,’ so it was annoying. The bastard said.

“There will be a banquet with scholars tomorrow, so prepare for it.”

“Yes! Abamama!”

The bastard waved his hand as if I was annoying.

“I am very happy and delighted to see Abamama’s handsome face today. I am excited.”

That bastard, even though he’s known as a sage ruler, he really likes flattery. I guess kings like flattery. I bowed politely and turned around. At that time, the bastard called me for a moment.

“Wait a minute.”

“Yes. Abamama. Please speak.”

The bastard hesitated for about 3 seconds and then opened his mouth.

“From now on, the word Abamama will be removed from the dictionary. It’s a royal decree.”

What is this bastard saying. Kim Hwan-seok, who is chic, aloof, and even smart, explained to me.

“Use another word to replace Abamama.”

I was in a panic for a brief moment. He’s going to get rid of the word Abamama. Suddenly? Why suddenly?

… The answer is set. What’s with him. Why is he doing this. Scary.

“A…ppa…?”

Upon hearing those words, the bastard waved his hand coolly again. He didn’t express it in words, but he said with his body, ‘I’m annoyed, so get out of here.’

…What is this. Should I like it? Or not? What is it. I don’t know. It’s chaos.

The bastard’s words were true. After that day, women were no longer allowed to use the word Abamama. He’s a king, after all. He went big. He erased the word Abamama because he wanted to hear ‘appa’. What kind of a guy is that.

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The scholars and I meet occasionally. Every time, I had to bring out my shallow knowledge. Fortunately, if I just bring up a topic, they interpret it well on their own and come up with accurate results.

What I talked about this time was the concept of ‘Adam Smith’s invisible hand’.

“Oh oh…! Princess nim is indeed a genius!”

“The law of supply and demand…! Indeed…!”

They are accustomed to magic. To exaggerate a bit, it’s a world where nothing is impossible with magic. Some guys even said they can fly in the sky. I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, but they say that the bastard can also fly in the sky. Anyway, since there is an all-purpose key called magic, there was no room for other fields of study to develop. Still, their brains are so good that if I just give them the concept, they figure out the results on their own.

A meal with the bastard and the scholars.

“Your Majesty. I think the princess must be enrolled in school.”

“Even if that’s not the case, she should at least have a private tutor.”

“I will also step up and teach her diligently.”

I was happy just to be able to dine with men… D*mn it. It’s sad to even say it, but anyway, that’s the situation, so I just sat quietly. Everyone was expressing their opinions very enthusiastically, thinking that the king would say, ‘Why should a mere b*tch study?’ The king’s answer was very cool.

“Do as you wish.”

At that place, I was able to acquire the opportunity to receive ‘lessons’, something that princesses had never enjoyed before. That bastard. I should have known from the time he just erased the word ‘Abamama’. From now on, you’re a cool, chic bastard.

It was later revealed that many scholars in the royal palace fought over me, a mere b*tch. They said they would teach me. It seemed that the concepts I brought from Earth gave them a fresh shock. The person who broke through that competition and got to teach me was ‘Alex’, who I could say was another turning point in my life… but that’s a story for the distant future, and for now, another important event happened to me.

“Older Brother!”

There are three princes, but two of them are brats. One of them I acknowledge as my older brother. Ah. He’s handsome. He’s really handsome. He’s my style. He’s Kim Hyeong-seok, the first prince who is being held hostage in the Empire. He comes to the kingdom about once every few months, and he always stops by my room. Kim Hwan-seok was reading a book diligently in my room, and he was so focused that he didn’t seem to notice that his older brother had come. Be that as it may, I ran to this handsome, pleasing, and heartwarming guy and hugged him tightly. Yes. Good. This is it!

Kim Hyeong-seok, while hugging me, walked stealthily and stood behind Kim Hwan-seok who was reading a book.

“Oh. Hyung nim, you’ve come? Sorry. I didn’t know.”

Kim Hwan-seok glanced at me who was in Kim Hyeong-seok’s arms. I don’t know why, but Kim Hwan-seok’s pencil lead was broken. Kim Hyeong-seok smiled warmly.

“No. Hyung understands your feelings.”

“What do you mean…?”

“Here. Do you want to hug me too?”

“No. You’ll spread germs.”

Kim Hyeong-seok kept smiling warmly.

“Then why did the pencil lead break when this little one hugged me?”

“…It’s a coincidence. This b*tch is just a dog bastard.”

…I want to kill him. This bastard. He won’t give up the words dog bastard. At that time, the door opened again. Ah. Annoying. I’m sure I’ll hear it again.

“Mureo-wat!”

The cloth doll flew.

“…That won’t work. She’s clinging to hyung. Dog. When did hyung come?”

First older brother, nice. You’re really…ah. You’re handsome and dependable. You’re the best, really. I’m glad you’re my older brother. You’re different from those brats. Sob sob. I’m glad I have a human like you.

Kim Hwan-seong picked up the cloth doll.

“Dog. Let’s go for a walk.”

“Huh?”

“Abuji gave permission. It’s not allowed outside the royal palace, but I can walk around to the place where I train. It’s good that hyung is here too. Let’s all go! Let’s go for a walk!”

I felt like my world, which was all my room, the bastard’s dining room, and a few buildings, was going to get a little… wider. Kim Hyeong-seok stroked Kim Hwan-seong’s head.

“Let’s go.”

Seeing that, I also acted spoiled.

“Older Brother, please pat my head too!”

Tonight. I’ll be doing a high kick in my blanket again, but still, Kim Hyeong-seok smiled very contentedly. Yes. Nuna, nuna. Keep that contented smile on your face. My heart, which was hurt by seeing the brats, is being healed.

“I can walk very, very well now too! I’ve become an adult!”

I took a step into a new world -it’s still within the royal palace━ and acted cute.

“Kya!”

I pretended to stumble a little. I expected my first older brother… to catch me, but our third brat, Kim Hwan-seong, quickly picked me up. He shows great talent in magic control, and his movements were indeed quick.

“Older Brother, I’m… Kya!”

D*mn it. This bastard. He pretended to pick me up and then tripped me. And then he’s laughing gleefully, I really want to beat him up. Sob sob. I’ll definitely kill him. But my huge desire to kill him disappeared like snow melting away.

‘My god…is that a human…?’

I saw Kim Hwan-seong’s movements.

…Please save me. Older brother. I’ll never call you a brat again.

━————————–= Author’s Note —————————=

First: Kim Hyeong-seok ← He’s not a brat. I acknowledge him as my older brother.

Second: Kim Hwan-seok ← He’s the first brat. Bad guy.

Third: Kim Hwan-seong ← He’s the second brat.

There were some parts that I was confused about, so there are some mistakes in chapters 2 and 3, but I’ll fix that tomorrow.

This is Bichu, who is serializing All-Stat Slayer on Noblesse.

I’ve been serializing on Noblesse all this time, but it’s nice to be on the general section. Above all, the readers’ comments are so refreshing. Hearts are flying around. This can’t be. Ah. Is this place paradise… I think.