TMLITTKM | CHAPTER 14

Chapter 14 …

In the original I Will Give Up on Revenge, the Crown Prince, after returning to the past, goes on a spree of vengeance.

But after meeting the heroine, he eventually gives up revenge in order to live a peaceful, happy life with her.

“Hehehe, good, good.”

Once he gets together with the heroine, my very existence will naturally become bothersome to him.

But he can’t very well kill someone who hasn’t committed any crime yet.

In the original, Amelia, out of jealousy over the heroine’s arrival, schemes against her, torments her, and even puts her in danger.

And for the male lead, who loved the heroine, that crime angered him far more than his own murder.

It gave him an even greater justification to exact revenge on Amelia and put her on trial as a witch.

But I won’t commit any crimes.

I’ll politely escort the heroine into place, then quietly step away!

That way, while I’ll remain an eyesore, the Crown Prince won’t have any grounds to execute me.

His only option will be to break off the engagement.

“So… where is the heroine right now?”

From what I remember, she appeared shortly after the Molton Marquisate incident.

I paced around my room, searching through my memories.

If that’s the case, then I’ll have to remain here until she appears.

“Until then… I’ll need to change my image.”

Just enough to make Vincent hesitate when thinking of revenge against Amelia.

Until I can make my safe escape, I’ll show a completely different face than the Amelia from the novel.

And if he realizes I’m an entirely different person than before—well, that would be just as good.

Because no matter what, I doubt I could ever bring myself to confess with my own lips that I’m a transmigrator.

Crown Prince’s Office.

“Did you guide the Lady to her room?”

“Yes, Your Highness.

I escorted her to the chamber you designated.”

The maid, standing before the Crown Prince, replied nervously.

“And her reaction?”

Apparently she’d expected that he would dismiss her after the first question, because she looked startled by the follow-up and stammered.

“Her… reaction?

She seemed puzzled that her room was so close to Your Highness’s bedchamber.”

“And?”

“And… um…”

The maid fidgeted, not sure what kind of answer Vincent wanted.

“Did she like it?

Or dislike it?”

“She didn’t yell in anger, nor throw anything, nor hit anyone… so I suppose she must have been pleased?”

Vincent’s brows twitched faintly, unable to come up with a response.

“Pfft…!”

Oscar, standing nearby, failed to suppress his laughter and let it out.

“That will do.

Stay close to the Lady and serve her well.”

With a dismissive gesture, Vincent waved the maid away.

Oscar leaned in with a smirk.

“Seems she hasn’t changed after all.”

But Vincent wasn’t listening.

Resting his chin in one hand, he muttered to himself, lost in thought.

“…She didn’t like it.”

“Why wouldn’t she?

She used to pester you endlessly.”

“She didn’t like it. She wasn’t even angry.”

Repeating those incomprehensible words, Vincent rang the bell on his desk.

It wasn’t an ordinary bell—it was a magic device that carried sound over distance.

Soon, a servant from the first floor came rushing in.

“You called, Your Highness?”

“Go to Lady Amelia and ask if she will accept an invitation to dinner.”

“At once, Your Highness.”

The servant bowed and left.

“Achoo!

Sniff, sniff.”

How long had it been since I entered this room?

My sneezing and runny nose wouldn’t stop.

It was impossible to even think straight like this.

I was fine earlier—why now?

It didn’t seem like a cold.

Maybe an allergy?

Looking around, I noticed a vase on the table by the window.

Inside was a mound of pure white lilies.

“Ahhh, so that’s the culprit.”

Amelia had a lily allergy.

But… isn’t this strange?

The whole room had been decorated in Amelia’s style.

There was no way Vincent wouldn’t know about her allergy.

In fact, out of all the countless bouquets he’d sent before, never once had lilies been included.

That’s right, now that I think about it…

In the novel, Amelia had flown into a rage at the maid the moment she was shown to her quarters because of these lilies.

As a result, her already poor reputation among the palace maids worsened even further.

Looking back, those lilies were truly terrifying things.

It had been one of Vincent’s subtle little traps.

But since I already knew the setup, it couldn’t catch me, and so I wasn’t angry.

Such tricks would only continue from here anyway.

Still, it’s a bit humiliating to just sit and take it.

But my nose was running uncontrollably now.

“Hhhk-choo!”

Clamping a handkerchief to my nose, I grabbed the vase and carried it outside.

Just then, I ran into a servant approaching from the other direction.

He bowed slightly.

“His Highness the Crown Prince asks whether you would accept his invitation to dinner.”

“Take this first.”

I handed him the vase of lilies.

He blinked in confusion.

“You mean… this vase, my Lady?”

“Yes.

Just deliver it directly to His Highness.”

Though still bewildered, the servant dipped his head.

“Understood.

In that case, please come down in two hours’ time.”

“All right.”

After shutting the door, I touched my lips thoughtfully, racking my brain.

“What was it again that Vincent hated…?”

The dining hall was dim yet bright, a balance of both.

A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, far grander than anything in my quarters, and a round table was spread with a pristine white cloth.

The candles were peculiar—they only lit when people passed nearby.

From white gemstone fixtures on the walls came the soothing sound of cello music.

All of it, no doubt, was powered by magic devices.

So in this world, magic has replaced science.

As I wandered, examining the details, light suddenly spilled from the corridor.

The male lead himself, Vincent, entered.

I bowed deeply in greeting.

“To His Imperial Highness, the Crown Prince.”

But Vincent cut me off with a soft smile.

“No need for that, Amelia.

Between us, such formality feels strange.”

I recalled that the original Amelia would flush red with delight at the sight of him, never bothering with polite greetings.

And… as I took in his appearance by night rather than day, I nearly sighed aloud.

Handsome was too weak a word.

A trace of weariness softened his sharp features into something languidly alluring—exactly my type.

No wonder the author had spent such passionate effort describing him in the novel.

What a shame that instead of enjoying that beauty, I had to scramble just to survive.

“Come, sit here.”

“Thank you.”

I murmured my thanks as I sat.

But as I did, he paused, still holding the back of my chair.

“Your Highness?”

“Oh, no… I just thought I misheard something.”

Misheard?

Ah, probably my words of thanks.

So Amelia never even said thank you to the man she loved so desperately, huh.

Vincent sat too—not across from me, but at the closer diagonal seat.

A little unnerving.

He must be genuinely trying to court Amelia.

From close range, his gaze lingered on my face with concern.

“Amelia, you’ve grown thinner.

You must have truly been very ill.”

“I’m fine now, thanks to Your Highness’s care.”

“I’m glad.”

Nodding lightly, Vincent looked toward the servants.

At his signal, three attendants entered.

As I watched absently, my eyes landed on the one in the middle.

And a strange vision flashed through my mind.

…Again?

I saw a tray in that servant’s hands, with two cups tipping, spilling onto Vincent.

It was the third time.

By now I understood what these visions meant.

But… would it truly happen again?

At the moment, the servant was only carrying a folded white cloth over his arm, nothing else.