I Don’t Want A Prince In My Life - Chapter 4
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“You’ve got the wrong person, haven’t you?
I smiled at him and closed the door behind me as quickly as I could.
After closing the door, I struggled to get my head around the confusion.
There was a man in the room who looked familiar and called me Cecilia.
This meant that he had already found out who I was. I don’t think I could have fooled him with my earlier words.
For him, who was fascinated by Angelica, I think it would be a better thing for me to be his enemy than his childhood friend.
He had just reunited with me, a woman who everyone thought had died in the wild somewhere. There is a possibility that he will take advantage of the fact that he found me and try to go see Angelica to give her this discovery as a souvenir.
Should I run away from this place?
I had finally found a stable life.
I hesitated.
I couldn’t take my mother, who was finally settling down, on another trip to the middle of nowhere.
The first trip had left her in a daze, which was fine, but how would she react if I took her out again?
I remember soothing my mother, who was screaming in the middle of the night. I almost cried as I waited for the morning to come.
The next morning, the landlord told us that if we made any more noise, we would be asked to leave. From then on, I would hold her down with worn blankets over our heads.
In a short period of time, my mother’s youthful face had lost all traces of its former beauty, and she had become a very different person.
I had been clawed and bitten more than once by her.
There were times when I was so tired of life that I thought of abandoning my mother.
The reason I never did that was because I was frustrated by the fact that by doing so, I felt like I was giving my father and Angelica what they wanted.
And now that I’ve finally gotten over that hardship, Angelica’s lingering scent is trying to take my place again.
All sorts of thoughts went through my head with great speed.
Should I just run back home and get my mother?
Or should I go back into the room and deny once again that I am not Cecilia?
This moment felt like an instant, but also an eternity.
Suddenly, the door knob turned in front of me, making me come to my senses.
I shuddered in fear by the sudden movement, but a man I had never seen before appeared.
It seems that there were other knights in the room besides Albert who were guarding him, although I hadn’t noticed them earlier.
I started to feel a little safer.
A knight who had never met Angelica would surely stop Albert from suddenly attacking me.
Albert wasn’t the kind of man to hit people in the first place, but I couldn’t be too cautious because I had seen too many people changed by Angelica.
“Come this way, please.”
The squire came out and asked me to enter the room.
I almost forgot the cart with the tea utensils—I pushed it and slowly stepped inside.
Inside, besides Albert and the knight, there was a squire with glasses.
I remember seeing him. If I remember correctly, he was a man named Serge who accompanied Albert on his field trip.
Feeling someone’s stinging gaze on me, I prepared the tea carefully to avoid spilling it.
Albert’s blue-purple eyes stared at me.
“Cecilia…”
There was a note of sadness in his voice.
That was unexpected.
What on earth could he be feeling sad about?
“Like I said before, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
I made the mistake of cutting my hair bangs in order to become an interpreter.
Or should I have cut my hair short?
The cleaned-up version of me is not so different from my original appearance. I’m just a year older and my hands are much rougher than they used to be.
“So, may I ask what is your name?”
Serge opened his mouth to interrupt Albert.
I’m sure he knows my face too, but it seems like he is pretending not to recognize me.
“My name is Pia. I don’t have a last name.”
“Pia?”
Albert hesitantly calls out the name of the dead girl.
The fact that my former acquaintance called me by a new name made me feel strange as if I were the one who had died.
“Pia, I…”
Albert opened his mouth to say something, but he was again interrupted by a knock at the door.
It was the shopkeeper who was also my employer.
I bowed hurriedly and left the place as if to flee.
I knew that running away now would not solve anything, but I hoped that Albert would at least pretend that he had not seen me, and that I would be grateful for the kindness that I did not know if he had any left.
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