I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit – Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Father looked at me with emotionless eyes.

“If you can really understand what I’m saying, blink your eyes.”

His voice was also very cold.

At that moment, Sir Viaton stepped forward.

He politely knelt on one knee and spoke respectfully.

“Your Majesty, since you have asked me to show you proof, if you trust and entrust me, I will take responsibility and prove it.”

“Permission granted.”

Sir Viaton, still kneeling on one knee, turned his body halfway and met my eyes.

It was as if the sunlight was shining down on me.

The handsome man was right.

He spoke to me in a very kind and playful voice.

“Bababababa, Your Highness! Would you like to blink your eyes?”

His tone became much higher.

“Blink~ blink!”

It was the exemplary and standard way adults handle babies.

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

I opened my eyes wide.

“Kkangppa!”

I blinked my eyes.

Viaton blinked his eyes just like me.

It was perceived as if Viaton was blinking along with me whenever I blinked.

It was as if I had become a magician.

Giggle.

Laughter burst out.

“Now, Your Highness, this time, we’re going to do it twice. Twice. Do you understand?”

Viaton covered his face with his hands.

Whether his hands were big or his face was small, his face was completely covered.

Thump-thump.

My heart raced.

‘Th-this must be the peek-a-boo game I’ve only heard about.’

When will that beautiful face pop out?

When will he say peek-a-boo?

As a baby, I couldn’t help but feel instinctively excited.

“Blink~ blink! Blink~ blink!”

“Giggle!”

I burst into laughter once again and focused my eyes.

I blinked twice.

“Kkangppa! Kkangppa!”

It was so much fun that it hurt my pride.

My pride was hurt, but I was also excited about it, which hurt my pride again.

But it was really so much fun.

“Your Majesty. The Princess blinked her eyes twice in a row. Would you accept this as proof?”

“……”

Father stared down at me for a moment before opening his mouth.

“What is your name?”

“Ishabel!”

I bowed slightly at the waist. I spoke politely and clearly.

“Ishabel, im, mi, da.”

Uh oh, uh oh.

Because my head was too big for my body, I lost my balance and fell…… or not?

‘He lifted me up?’

There was no princess carry, which could be considered a staple of romance fantasy.

Father was holding me up as if he were looking at a pathetic fish that couldn’t even control its own body.

The way he picked me up with just his thumb and index finger, two fingers, was like picking up something dirty.

I flapped around in the air like a fish caught on a fishing rod.

‘Ugh! What does this look like!’

It was okay that I was lifted up in a funny way.

What really hurt my pride was that even this was fun.

‘Is this…… the humiliation of flying?’

That sounds too pathetic, so I should just call it the humiliation of soaring.

It was a bizarre experience of tasting joy and humiliation at the same time.

“Then what is my name?”

“Rom! Rom Biochianimmida.”

“Did you choose me?”

“Majimnida.”

“You really understand everything I say and answer.”

“Majimnida.”

Aide Viaton added.

“Is it also true that you chose His Majesty because he is the sharpest sword in the Empire?”

“Majimnida.”

“……”

“Was it perhaps the coolest sword?”

“Majimnida!”

Father, as if my answer didn’t matter at all, continued speaking with an indifferent expression.

“The Princess has chosen a sword.”

He asked Sir Viaton.

“What sword did the Princess choose?”

“Ron Bilotian, the last sword of the Swordsmanship Empire Bilotian, and Your Majesty, the Emperor.”

No one seemed to have expected this development, so everyone was silent.

It seemed the Geomrim scholars were the same.

“Therefore, let the scribe record. The Princess’s choice today.”

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In the end, the assassin did not appear.

Judging by the atmosphere, my choice didn’t seem to be bad.

‘Original storyline twist successful.’

That damn law of original storyline preservation or whatever. It seemed there was no such law after all.

‘Huh?’

Suddenly, I felt dizzy.

It was the dizziness I felt every time right before I lost consciousness.

Whenever this happened, the nurses would always be busy moving around, and I wouldn’t be able to open my eyes until much later.

‘I’m scared.’

The fear I had forgotten for a moment consumed me.

Was it the law of original storyline preservation? Was I being punished for twisting the original storyline?

‘No.’

I felt like if I lost consciousness like this, I would wake up in the hospital room again.

In a hospital filled with the smell of medicine, without my mom, my dad, or anyone. I was afraid I would go back to the way I was before.

‘No!’

I didn’t want to faint.

I didn’t want to be sick like that again.

‘Please. I’ll be good.’

Someone said that.

That I was born this way because I had sinned in my past life.

‘I won’t sin. I’m okay with living only until I’m 21. I’ll be really, really good.’

I don’t want to go back to that time.

I prayed desperately to someone.

‘I’ll protect everyone here too. I won’t be greedy and ask for love. I’ll just live my 21 years diligently. I’ll leave behind very precious gifts and leave. Please just let me live until then. Please.’

It felt like this dream-like time was about to shatter.

So I desperately held onto my fading consciousness.

‘No……!’

I lost consciousness.

And when I opened my eyes again, I felt something strange.

An unfamiliar feeling.

No, I felt a cozy feeling I had never felt before.

‘It’s warm.’

I was being held by someone.

Surprisingly, my father had been holding me this whole time.

‘I’m being held.’

The fact that there was someone to hold me. That it was my father.

This fact, which might be natural to some, was a miracle to me.

My father’s embrace, which I had never felt in my previous life, was wide and warm.

It was a coziness I had never experienced in the hospital.

“Waaaaah!”

Tears burst out against my will.

I clutched the front of my father’s shirt tightly.

As if I would never let go.

“Waaaaah! Eccoya（Mine）.”

Then suddenly, the back of my neck felt cold.

‘I have to endure.’

The Bilotian Imperial Family was originally a cold-blooded, iron-fisted Imperial Family.

No matter if I had the body of a baby, a whining child would be disliked.

‘I don’t want to be abandoned again.’

I desperately tried to hold back my tears, but the tear ducts that had already burst open didn’t seem to want to stop.

Father muttered as if annoyed.

“What a noisy child.”

For some reason, I missed my mother.

Babies look for their mothers like that, it must be instinct.

The Selection Ceremony seemed to be over, as only Father and Sir Viaton remained.

“Since you seem quite bothered, I will take her.”

“Do so.”

Sir Viaton held me in his arms.

Just then, I was able to stop crying.

“You stopped crying as soon as I held you.”

I glanced up and saw Sir Viaton grinning.

“It seems my embrace is more comfortable, Your Majesty.”

“It must be because your muscles have softened.”

Sir Viaton, carefully holding me, was gently patting my back.

His careful and affectionate touch made my heart flutter and my body feel drowsy.

“Yes. Let’s say it’s because my muscles have softened.”

I burrowed into Sir Viaton’s chest without realizing it.

The embrace of childcare master Sir Viaton was truly comfortable.

“For the sake of the baby Princess, I wouldn’t mind my muscles softening any further.”

“……”

“I will carefully carry you to your room.”

Sir Viaton carefully walked while holding me.

It was like floating on a cloud.

Sir Viaton walked down the hallway with me in his arms.

He whispered very softly.

“It seems like an expression has appeared on Your Majesty’s face. I’m glad.”

A dazzling smile that was more than just bright came into view.

He was looking at me with love.

“Well, with the Princess being this cute, if an expression doesn’t appear, that’s not a human but a beetle.”

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Viatong gyeong, joa.”

How could I not like him?

It’s absurd that one of the settings for this kind and considerate person is a former assassin and Sword Demon.

This must be the author’s mistake.

“Really?”

“Ung.”

Sir Viaton, as if he didn’t know what to do, rubbed his cheek against mine vigorously.

It was the cheek of a strong adult man, but it wasn’t rough at all. It felt like soft dough.

Sir Viaton laid me down in the crib.

He gently kissed my forehead.

It felt like a soft jelly had touched my forehead.

‘He’ll probably do the Bilotian salute and greeting and go back, right?’

Glory to the straight sword path.

“To the straight cuteness, shining love.”

Words that would be cringeworthy if someone else said them, but when Sir Viaton said them, they were extremely natural.

As expected, the completion of words is the face.

‘Ugh…… I’m sleepy.’

I couldn’t fight off sleep.

I fell asleep without even saying goodbye to Sir Viaton.

I repeated the endless cycle of sleeping when I was sleepy, eating when I woke up, and pooping after eating.

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Several months passed.

During that time, my vocabulary improved rapidly.

“Mama Mama! Anajyeoyeo（Anajwoyo）.”

At my request to be held, Mother smiled as if she had the whole world.

“How can she speak so well? Is this child perhaps a genius? Even among the Imperial scholars, they say a child with such rapid language development is a first.”

“Would it just be language development? They say her way of expressing emotions is very rich and mature. It’s truly amazing how she has a mature side while being so cute.”

Ruruka really enthusiastically praised me.

And praise makes a baby dance.

Wiggle wiggle.

My butt moved on its own.

“On top of that, you even chanted an innate magic spell. I heard that even in the Mirotel Magic Federation, less than 0.1% of children can chant innate magic spells.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Your Highness is definitely a genius.”

Mother and my nanny always observed me with loving eyes.

I didn’t dislike that attention.

No, I’ll be honest.

It wasn’t just that I didn’t dislike it, but that I really, really liked that attention.

‘I didn’t know I was this much of an attention seeker.’

And the long-awaited day arrived.