I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 63

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Isabel jumped up from her seat in alarm.
“Beolkkot, no! That’s not how you speak to His Majesty!”
Ratel or not, such reckless words had no place before the Emperor.
Serna smiled gently and spoke.
“It’s fine. Right now, they’ve come to your room not as Emperor and Empress, but as something else, haven’t they?”
Behind Serna, small fireworks burst with a pop-pop!
Isabel felt her heart flutter again at the display.
Those fireworks were being set off by Biatone.
Biatone, who had been hiding in the corridor, conjured the fireworks with magic, and following behind came Yuri carrying a homemade fresh cream peach cake she had made herself.
“Happy birthday to you.”
Biatone began to sing, and Isabel found herself captivated, unable to look away.
‘What is this? Why does he sing so well?’
He had only sung a single verse, yet his voice was remarkably sweet.
I had never known Biatone could sing like this, and I was hearing a birthday song this melodious for the first time.
After the birthday song ended, Yuri handed over the fresh cream peach cake.
“I hope it suits your taste.”
Yuri’s face, illuminated by the candlelight, flushed slightly pink.
Isabel asked with a bright smile.
“But isn’t today the day of the Royal Council meeting?”
“It ended early.”
Serna translated in a very soft voice.
“He wanted to see his daughter, so he ended it quickly. He even dressed in his finest uniform to look impressive to her. So do admire this splendid father of yours.”
“Empress!”
“Yes?”
Ron’s face flushed slightly. He was deeply embarrassed by how accurately Serna had interpreted his feelings, yet it was too awkward to deny it.
“Why are you doing this?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
Ron spoke to Isabel.
“Make a wish and blow out the candles.”
“Understood!”
Above the homemade peach fresh cream cake, colorful magical flames sparkled brilliantly.
As Isabel blew gently, the magical flames disappeared like candles being extinguished.
“Wow!”
Isabel let out an exclamation of wonder without thinking. The magical flames fading away were truly beautiful.
“What wish did you make?”
“I wished not to become numb to today’s happiness.”
My body wasn’t in pain, I had a family celebrating my birthday, and there was a cake that made my mouth water just looking at it.
All of this filled me with such gratitude and joy.
Yet being human, I often forgot to be grateful.
These days, not being in pain had begun to feel all too natural.
“Don’t let me become numb to things?”
“I want to keep the heart of gratitude for small things.”
“If you speak of small things, what specifically are you referring to?”
Serna approached Isabel with a gentle smile.
She whispered loud enough for all to hear, interpreting Ron’s words.
“Say ‘Father’ right now. He’s telling you that small thing is Father.”
“Empress, I never said such a thing….”
Isabel suddenly pulled the approaching Serna into an embrace.
“Hehe. Thank you.”
The Royal Council couldn’t possibly have ended this early. It was clear they had deliberately concluded it ahead of schedule.
Though I had grown accustomed to small things, I remained grateful for all of this.
After taking a bite of the cake, my gratitude only amplified.
“My goodness….”
It was delicious enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Mmmmm!
High-pitched exclamations burst forth from me without my realizing it.
A happiness as though I possessed the entire world bloomed within my mouth.
“A peach has blossomed in my mouth!”
Ron and Serna simply watched as I ate the cake and smiled broadly, my cheeks full.
Just watching was enough to satisfy their hunger.
Especially Ron—he had never felt such an emotion before.
This strange abundance that filled him even though he ate nothing was enriching Ron’s heart.
After the small birthday party ended, Serna and Ron rose from their seats.
Seven-year-old Isabel, sensing that Mother and Father were about to leave, became slightly dejected.
Noticing my own heart, I found myself somewhat bewildered.
‘I suppose children are children after all.’
Despite having memories from my past life, this body was indeed still seven years old.
What a seven-year-old body sees, feels, and desires differs greatly from what my past body experienced.
I felt a longing for Mother and Father to stay by my side longer.
‘There’s no need to forcibly deny this feeling.’
It was far too natural an emotion for a seven-year-old.
To add a bit of exaggeration, it felt as though Mother and Father were my entire world.
‘This is a feeling I can only experience at this age.’
This body will grow older and mature further.
One day, at some moment, I may no longer be able to feel emotions like today’s.
So I decided not to deny this honest feeling of how much I love Mother and Father.
“I wish Mother and Father wouldn’t leave. Today I’m so very, very happy.”
I would be honest with my feelings, but without burdening Mother and Father too much.
They were people for whom even ten bodies would not suffice.
The Emperor and Empress had already sacrificed considerable time simply by ending the Royal Council early and gathering to celebrate my birthday.
“But I’ll send you off specially. I’m a considerate child, after all.”
Isabel walked forward with quick, light steps and spread both arms wide open.
“In exchange, give me a hug.”
Ron’s body flinched.
Without thinking, he nearly embraced Isabel in an instant. But the dignity of an Emperor held him back from moving.
Serna smiled knowingly and spoke.
“My back hurts, so I can’t hold Isabel. Even though she looks small, she’s quite heavy, isn’t she?”
“….”
“Hurry.”
Ron bent his waist and gently embraced Isabel.
It felt like holding sunlight itself—joyful, yet strangely sorrowful.
‘She’s grown so much.’
He disliked watching Isabel grow. He wished she could stop right here.
He wished she would remain small.
Because a grown Isabel would surely leave him.
Meanwhile, Isabel found her father’s embrace truly wonderful.
What she had yearned for so desperately in her past life now filled her entire existence.
“Father. It’s a secret.”
Isabel whispered into Ron’s ear.
“I love you so, so much.”
“….”
Ron straightened his back shortly after.
Isabel, still small in stature, looked up at Ron, and only then did he feel somewhat relieved.
She was still so small. There was still so much time left.
Biatone, standing behind them, spoke with slight displeasure.
“Your Highness. I understand that you love the Empress. The Empress is certainly worthy of all the Empire’s affection. But why on earth do you love the Emperor so much?”
“Pardon?”
“He’s not particularly kind, nor honest, has no sense of humor, is frightening, sings worse than me, uses magic worse than me. No matter how I think about it, aren’t I more lovable than His Majesty?”
Isabel fell into thought for a moment.
Now that she thought about it, she had never seriously considered the reason.
Ron, unusually, simply let Biatone be. He seemed curious about Isabel’s answer.
After a brief moment, Isabel spoke.
“If there’s a reason for liking someone, that’s admiration. But if there’s no reason, that’s love. I suppose I love my father.”
Ron turned his body. A broad smile played at his lips.
Not wanting his daughter to see his expression, he walked slowly forward.
From behind, he heard his beloved daughter’s voice.
“And I love Mother too.”
That was perfectly fine.
“I love you too, Teacher Biatone.”
This was slightly displeasing, but since he was in a good mood today, he decided to let it slide.
“I think you absolutely adore whipped cream cake!”
Emperor Ron, who had never once experienced defeat, was defeated by whipped cream cake today.
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Wow, I was really embarrassed.
Intoxicated by happiness, I ended up confessing everything in my heart without realizing it.
It was truly honest, but since I retained all my memories from my past life, it was certainly embarrassing and shameful.
So I hastily added that I loved whipped cream cake the most, and Yuri’s face had turned red.
“I’m happy.”
“Huh?”
“I’m truly delighted that you’re enjoying it so much.”
“Let’s eat together. It’s really incredibly delicious, sister.”
I ate the cake with Yuri.
Though it was past 1 a.m., such things hardly mattered before this peach whipped cream cake.
As I chewed on a slice of cake, I suddenly felt a gaze upon me.
“Why, why are you looking at me like that?”
Did I get too much cake on my face while eating?
Just as I began to worry, my sister opened her mouth.
“So much has changed since meeting you, Princess. You’ve given me so many precious things.”
I felt oddly embarrassed. But Yuri’s expression was so sincere that it felt awkward to interrupt her.
“When I was sponsored by House of Rosild, I never once thought of myself as a decent person. I was just a child who had to produce results because I was being sponsored.”
“…”
But then the last remaining slice caught my eye.
Soft peach and white milk whipped cream puffing up abundantly on the whipped cream cake.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t listening to Yuri’s story, but my seven-year-old body kept stealing my gaze toward that whipped cream cake.
‘Sister is saying something serious, get it together, Isabel!’
At times like this, having a seven-year-old body felt shameful.
I was trying hard to focus on her words, but my willpower wasn’t that strong.
“After meeting you, Princess, I feel like I’ve become a decent person. I feel like I’ve become someone of value to another. That’s why I’m so grateful. Thank you so much for being born. Happy birthday, truly from the bottom of my heart.”
The greatest gift of my life had arrived as a promise.
“Next time, I’ll make you a fig cake.”
But that gift-like promise would spark yet another incident.
The catalyst for this incident was my skyrocketing rocket, Narmore.

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