If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 25

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Chapter 26

We were so busy bickering that we barely got to discuss anything about the Crown Prince when Nanny returned.

‘I was just about to start the real conversation.’

However, I pushed aside my disappointment and waved brightly at Nanny with a smile.

“Nanny, you came back quickly!”

“I was worried the Young Lady might be waiting. Oh, I brought blueberry juice to drink—would that be alright for both of you?”

“Yes! I like blueberry juice.”

“That’s fine.”

“That’s good! This blueberry juice was barely made by taking ingredients meant for tonight’s dinner.”

While making that pointed remark, Nanny smiled warmly at me and Leonhardt, then gestured to the maid who had followed her.

Nanny’s gaze toward the maid, who was approaching hesitantly while reading the room, looked displeased.

It seemed the process of bringing out the drinks hadn’t gone very smoothly.

The maid placed glasses in front of me and Leonhardt with nervous hands, then went to wait in the farthest corner of the drawing room like someone who wanted to hide.

‘From there, she won’t be able to tell what those she’s serving need in time.’

However, I quietly looked away.

From her appearance that looked to be in her teens, her rough hands, and her clothing, she seemed like a low-ranking kitchen maid.

Serving the master is the job of senior servants.

The fact that Nanny, who knew this well, had that maid bring out the drinks meant it was the only option available.

‘Did they empty out the entire palace or something?’

Even if the Crown Prince had pulled strings, the people Mother had personally selected wouldn’t act so irresponsibly—it was strange.

As I sipped my blueberry juice and pondered, I concluded that I wouldn’t find answers this way.

‘Two heads are better than one.’

But these weren’t things I could say while Nanny was watching.

I glanced at Leonhardt, whose face was half-hidden behind his cup as he drank juice, then spoke to Nanny.

“Nanny, can we do some coloring?”

I squirmed as I spoke, as if I’d gotten bored again now that the juice was gone.

Since two children who weren’t that close would need various activities to pass time together, Nanny readily agreed.

“Of course.”

Soon, sketchbooks and crayons were placed in front of Leonhardt and me.

I first picked up a crayon with feigned excitement, leaving Leonhardt, who hadn’t yet grasped my intentions, behind.

“What should I draw!”

“How about drawing a day the Young Lady thought was enjoyable? Like the day you had a picnic in the fountain garden.”

Nanny kindly responded to what sounded like a rhetorical question.

‘Nanny, that’s too advanced.’

I didn’t have much talent in the arts.

If I were at home, I would have accepted Nanny’s suggestion, saying all children’s drawings look the same anyway, but now Leonhardt was beside me.

‘That kid draws well.’

Due to my pride as the older one, I didn’t want to show him something I couldn’t do well.

I raised my voice as if something else had suddenly occurred to me.

“Hmm, but today I feel like drawing a rabbit for some reason!”

It was subject selection based on visual association, but it wasn’t bad.

‘Rabbits are easy to draw.’

When I picked up a silver crayon, Leonhardt, who had been quietly assessing the situation, flinched.

‘He’s definitely become much more honest in his expressions and speech now that he’s younger.’

This is kind of fun, isn’t it?

I began drawing a baby rabbit with silver fur and red eyes while humming.

Checking Leonhardt’s face from time to time, as if I were drawing someone’s portrait.

Leonhardt’s expression became sulky as he realized I was subtly teasing him.

Nanny kindly spoke to Leonhardt, who wasn’t thinking about drawing and was only looking at my sketchbook.

“What would you like to draw, Prince?”

Leonhardt had a particularly poor imagination.

‘It would be better to specify what he should draw.’

As expected, Leonhardt seemed unable to think of anything suitable.

However, when Nanny gently urged him, he answered in a small voice.

“I’ll draw a rabbit too.”

‘A self-portrait?’

I giggled secretly from Nanny.

Leonhardt defiantly grabbed a gold crayon.

It seemed like he was planning to draw a rabbit with golden fur and turquoise eyes as revenge.

Being accustomed to my family’s extraordinary doting, something like ‘baby rabbit’ couldn’t hurt me.

I smiled leisurely and picked up a red crayon.

As I drew the rabbit’s eyes, I followed the shape of Leonhardt’s sulky eye contours.

Though my drawing skills weren’t particularly excellent, Leonhardt narrowed his brow as if he could tell what I was drawing.

‘If it were just the two of us, he would have said something, wouldn’t he?’

Of course, if it were just Leonhardt and me alone, I wouldn’t need to pretend to be a child like this.

I drew the rabbit’s other eye with an amused expression.

Leonhardt pressed his lips together and pressed the gold crayon firmly with his small hand, filled with dissatisfaction.

Seeing him color meticulously without leaving any empty spaces, true to his personality, Nanny praised Leonhardt.

“Oh my, His Highness the Prince has talent in drawing.”

I childishly felt jealous and pouted my lips.

‘How can you tell from a four-year-old’s drawing… Though it’s actually true.’

Though Nanny was generous with praise, she couldn’t tell lies, so this was praise I had never received.

‘I’m going to practice drawing too.’

While we were each absorbed in drawing for our own reasons, Nanny, who had been quietly watching us with a smile, subtly moved her position.

She went toward the armchair placed by the window.

It was at an appropriate distance but a position where she could still see what we were doing well.

She had moved away because it’s difficult for children to become close when an adult is constantly beside them.

‘Perfect.’

I had briefly forgotten while my attention was elsewhere, but this was exactly what I had wanted.

‘Actually! I calculated everything up to this point. Hehe.’

I smiled like a scheming female lead from a regression novel and tapped Leonhardt.

Leonhardt, who had been coloring the golden rabbit’s ears, turned toward me.

When I brought my index finger to my lips and made a gesture for quiet, Leonhardt just moved his lips and asked.

“Why?”

I picked up a blue crayon and turned my sketchbook to the next page.

[Let’s finish the conversation we were having earlier.]

Leonhardt tactfully turned his own sketchbook and nodded.

I covered the sentence I had written earlier by coloring over it with crayon and wrote the next sentence.

[I still think the Crown Prince can do something more. It seems like we’ve been without any preparation all this time.]

Since it was difficult to write delicately with crayons, the white parts of the sketchbook had already diminished considerably.

‘I’ll have to say I drew the sea, then the sky next, then grassland after that.’

Leonhardt picked up a black crayon for written correspondence.

Though he probably chose it unconsciously, I could see what process might have flashed through Leonhardt’s mind.

‘He probably picked it up thinking that writing is usually done in black.’

Should I call this old-fashioned or say he prefers stable methods?

I was shaking my head inwardly when Leonhardt completed his sentence.

[Since we’ve returned to too young an age, nothing major will happen right now. But even if not this incident, since we’re entangled with Prince, it would be good to organize what will happen in the future. For now, let’s each write down as many future events as we can remember and exchange them when we meet next time.]

Did I forget about this?

‘Has he experienced regression before?’

As befitting the protagonist of a regression novel, he should have organized what would happen in the future before forgetting, but I had forgotten about it.

‘If I regress again and become an experienced returner, I can just do it as soon as I open my eyes.’

I added this thought while thinking of the regression novels I had read so far.

[Be careful so others don’t see.]

[Okay.]

Soon, most of Leonhardt’s sketchbook was also colored black.

I drew a few fish in the empty corner and gestured toward that part while handing Leonhardt a yellow crayon.

‘Let’s say you drew the night.’

Having spent so many years together, Leonhardt seemed to easily understand my intention.

[When will we be able to meet next time?]

‘No! I didn’t mean for you to write in yellow!’

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