The Villain Princess Rewrites Her Fate

The Pointed Ears

"Hey, did you hear? His Majesty flew into a rage at the court with the ministers today."

"Yeah, I heard it was about the princess. Since the princess has no aptitude at all, now they want His Majesty to have another child."

"Can't be helped, I suppose. With no aptitude, at most she lives two hundred years. That's enough for an ordinary person, but how could a king accumulate enough experience and vision?"

"I heard the ministers also said, His Majesty carries the bloodline of that house, how could a child fail to resonate at all. They even said it's not certain the princess is His Majesty's own blood."

"That's going too far. No wonder my sister came back from cleaning the side hall today saying His Majesty's rage was terrifying."

"Of course. What man could tolerate such a thing, let alone His Majesty..."

"Eh! Shh!"

"The poor princess. Did you see how miserably she cried that day."

"Yes, but having no aptitude isn't something you can force..."

The golden-haired little princess quietly shrank back from beside the lounge and walked toward her own room.

Going out for a stroll tonight was a truly terrible decision.

Lovf thought, her mood low.

This whole no-aptitude thing is really too bad, as if I wanted it.

If I could, I wouldn't want to die either, wouldn't want to transmigrate either. I'd want to go home and be a good-for-nothing who only knew physics and not magic. I came from the world of science; what can I do, I didn't want this either.

The more she thought, the sadder she grew, and Lovf broke into a run.

Chester actually argued with the ministers over me?

He'd already been utterly disappointed in me.

Did the Lovfrida of the novel go through this too? So she in the end never stepped out, and put the meaning of life on Chester, and finally, because Chester turned his gaze to her sister, broke down and died miserably in the court?

Princess Lovfrida died in the end from using dark magic she could not control; then does that mean I, who cannot resonate, could also use dark magic? But wouldn't that put me on the same road as the novel's Princess Lovfrida?

Doubting whether Chester loves me, swaying between his warm acts and cold words, finally pursuing dark magic and blowing myself to bits. Am I not doing exactly that?

As a transmigrator, can I not escape the doomed fate of the novel's Lovfrida?

Lovf crashed open her door, and before she knew it tears smeared her face again. She futilely tried to wipe them with her hand. It did little good; the tears still streamed.

The thought of walking the road of that exploded cannon-fodder side character in the novel made Lovf's chest tighten.

She had to move fast. While she studied at her leisure, Chester could at any time cave to pressure and have another child. Whether then she could still do as she pleased, or be demoted to a tool of alliance, would no longer be up to her.

Though in the novel Chester cared for this daughter Lovf, and after her death quickly abdicated and shut himself away from everyone, Lovf felt she could not pin all her hopes on this father of hers. In the novel Lovfrida was Chester's only daughter, yet was she not still deposed by Chester for misconduct targeting the heroine? Not to mention the current plot had not even begun to take shape.

Even so, Lovf still felt a kind of expectation toward Chester. Though she knew it was unrealistic and extremely dangerous, she could not help recalling that Chester refused to have another child; was it, besides his mourning for the late queen, with perhaps a tiny bit of consideration for her?

Before she knew it, she sat before that mirror again, slapping her face wildly.

Lately her mood had been pent up; waking at midnight she often came to see her. The woman in the mirror had always been silent, and Lovf thought nothing of it, even all but certain she was Princess Lovfrida's mother-consort.

"Back then, how did you and Chester meet?" Lovf gently placed her hand on the mirror surface, looking at the woman separated from her by three or four meters inside and outside the mirror. "I can't understand him. Sometimes he makes me feel he has some tenderness for me; other times he makes me feel I'm practically his enemy. Such a troublesome person, how did he win a great beauty like you?"

The woman did not speak.

Lovf now all but certain she had no power to move or express, so held no expectation of this either. Yet she herself, gazing from afar at that dazzlingly beautiful face, as if a gentle smile rested at the corners of her mouth and brows, began to cry again.

"I heard today a minister told him to have another, to replace me, this good-for-nothing. He refused, saying he still mourns the late queen. What was the late queen like? He wouldn't be moved even facing someone as beautiful as you, and he killed you. I don't know how long he can hold to his current thinking, but I have no aptitude. What am I to do..." She looked up at the woman; the woman's beautiful deep-blue eyes also gazed at her calmly.

"Should I go learn dark magic?" Lovf asked.

The woman shook her head.

Lovf: ???????????!!!!!!!!

"Can you move????????"

She went motionless again. No matter how Lovf called or asked, she gave no further sign, making Lovf feel it must have been an illusion.

But she knew it was not.

When she had gently shaken her head just now, her brilliant soft golden hair swayed with it, revealing a pair of pointed, triangular ears that her former sitting posture could never show in the mirror from any angle.

Lovf's worldview collapsed in an explosion. She flung herself to the mirror to look at her own ears.

Round, no different from her past life, the ears of a human.

Lovf: ... Friend, can you still move? I think we need to talk. I may have mistakenly recognized my mother. This is a really big problem. Can you still move? A blink would do?

The woman went motionless again.

Fine, Lovf, with a worldview already in pieces and still crumbling, threw back the quilt and lay back on the bed.

Now there were these possibilities:

1 The mysterious golden-haired beauty is Lovfrida's birth mother.

Though she looks like one of the wizard folk, Lovf does not know this world's rule for mixed-bloods inheriting both parents' racial traits, so perhaps she only took after her father. Or perhaps her mother was a human-wizard mixed-blood, looking like a wizard outside. Mixed once more with her birth father, she herself ends up looking fully human.

No problem, flawless. The only shortcoming is this one does not look like a Mortal powerless to tie up a chicken, so the chance that Lovf, child of a Divine Tier father and a power-wielder beauty mother, fails to resonate at all is truly tiny.

2 The mysterious beauty is the real Lovfrida.

The one who exploded in place in the novel. She used dark magic to see her father again; Lovf lacks a concept of this world's magic-tier divisions, but no one said reversing time and space is absolutely impossible. Though she looks nothing like one who would explode for her father, and her features seem a bit older than Lovfrida at death, the original is a novel not a comic, who can say. Lovf had not forgotten she was a body-snatcher; in the process of dark magic transferring time and space, something going wrong and turning into a haunting spirit in the mirror, growing a pair of pointed ears, is only normal. And Lovf herself, as a soul from the world of science, having no resonance is no problem at all.

This thought sent a chill through Lovf; though she could not see the beauty in the mirror, her heart still utterly collapsed. Before a high-magic titan, a Mortal like her was just a small fry. But she had shaken her head when Lovf birthed the dangerous thought, so perhaps it was not so bad.

3 The mysterious beauty is Chester's mother, or ancestor, guarding this house's child.

The mysterious beauty shares Lovf's and Chester's hair and eye color, so perhaps Lovfrida's hair and eyes were inherited from her father? Did the servant girls not just say the Lognias royal house carries the bloodline of "that house"? Not sure which house, but it sounds formidable; is this the ancestor who is the source of the Lognias family's special bloodline? Appearing in the heir's room? Done for, she had cried and poured out so much nonsense to her, even verbally paired her with who knows how many generations of her descendant. I'm as good as dead. And if I can see Chester, he should be able to see too. I'm done for, I'm done for.

4 The mysterious beauty is Lovfrida's mother, but Lovfrida is not Chester's child.

5 The mysterious beauty is Chester's queen, lingering in the royal child's palace guarding the child Chester fathered with another woman.

6 The mysterious beauty is Chester's ancestor, but Lovfrida is not Chester's child.

Ahhh! Lovf rolled on the bed hugging the quilt, feeling her five-year-old self's head would go bald.

Lovf thus spent four months in despair, and spring was nearly upon her before she knew it.

At New Year the palace usually held a ball, but she was still too young, and by custom did not appear in public. Lovf herself did not care at all to face that cold-faced nominal father, or the crowd of ministers wanting to send their daughters into the palace to bear children and replace her. She would just eat a good meal in her room and be done.

Aita did feel sorry for her, caught in this and ignored by her father; after all, since the aptitude test Chester had not even summoned Lovf, not a word of comfort. Yet she was only a personal maid, and could do nothing, only kept reassuring Lovf that His Majesty was busy, that this year's New Year banquet was not even being held, that His Majesty was to attend the power-wielders' New Year celebration and so could not conveniently bring the princess, and was not cold to the princess and so on.

Lovf: No, I'm not sad or hurt, I'm not, I don't.

Lovf at last remembered Chester was a Divine Tier, a titan by the power-wielders' reckoning. Marveling at how advanced this world's power-wielder system was, an entirely separate thing from the state, she truly relaxed. At least for these New Year days she need not worry someone would coerce Chester into deposing and replacing her with a new child.

Those power-wielder titans surely would not be so idle; they were all hundreds or thousands of years old at the least, staring at people's crotches every day, how boring.

She ate a good meal happily, and received heartfelt gifts from Laila, Aita and the others (nothing from Chester, of course), among them several magic-bestowed books and candies, said to be imports from the western magic realm. It reminded Lovf of the magic candies and books she had longed for when reading Harry Potter, never expecting to realize them this way.

Lying on the carpet eating candy and flipping pages, Lovf began to feel this world's real, lovely side.

Very warm, yet truly made her panic.

The woman in the mirror never moved again after that; Lovf greatly suspected that single gentle shake of the head had spent power she had accumulated for a long time. After that she pondered long, and thinking she had already exposed so much to her anyway, simply gave up and kept to the state. Not only did she keep chatting with her when unable to sleep, she even sneakily set off two little indoor magic fireworks for her to watch.

Pretending nothing happened was surely too late; better to keep going, in case she comes out later and goes easy on me for the sake of a familiar face?

The New Year holiday without Chester was truly happy.

That happiness lasted until three days before the holiday ended and work resumed, when Chester returned to the palace and summoned Lovf to see him.