I’m Sick of the Kind Protagonist, so I Might as Well Just Die - Chapter 24

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#24
“Still prioritizing tragedy? Even after I’ve filled your entire being with all the joy in the world?”
“I’ve never lived a life brimming solely with joy. The fact that such excessive abundance fills my body doesn’t quite feel real yet.”
I spoke honestly, shrugging my shoulders.
“Isn’t it easier and faster to fill oneself with bad things than good ones?”
“…That’s true. Not a bad thought. A reasonable choice.”
Perenustus, who had been frowning the entire time, let out a soft chuckle and relaxed his expression. I suspected I would never understand what made this man laugh or displease him, even until my dying breath. As though he’d read that very thought, Perenustus’s lips twitched slightly.
Just as I was about to demand whether he could actually read minds, he hardened his expression and glanced upward sharply.
“Well then. It seems we must begin immediately.”
“Yes? Right now?”
Instead of answering, Perenustus swept his hand toward Bilateia and Leonas Hagpethar Yuletanis. The moment a blue, mist-like light flowed from his fingertips and enveloped them both, their figures vanished.
“Wait! Even if they’re students and you’re a professor, this is too much! You can’t just send them away so abruptly like this!”
“I would prefer to proceed at a measured pace, following proper procedures and order.”
“Then do it that way!”
“The old ones above are beginning to apply pressure.”
“What? No, wait! I just woke up and I’m not mentally prepared yet—”
Before I could finish speaking, light consumed me.
“You said it was my calling or my destiny! How can you treat something so important so carelessly?”
“Carelessly? From now on, I’m going to tear apart the entire Worlds based on my precious destiny.”
Perenustus’s voice echoed through the light, resonating like a deep hum. His tone was gentle, composed, and brimming with conviction—it seeped into my body like mist. The moment I squeezed my eyes shut against the overwhelming brightness, I could have sworn he smiled slightly.
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When I opened my tightly shut eyes, I was sitting in a Luxurious Chamber.
【Training Stage】
ID : PROMISE_CHECK_001
Genre : Romance Fantasy
Major Event : Meeting and Parting
Objective: Understanding the importance of promises and duty
I clicked my tongue at the still-perfunctory guide and surveyed my surroundings. It was early morning, with crystal chandeliers catching the sunlight and sparkling brilliantly.
‘Which princess was I born as this time?’
The bed I lay upon, the blanket covering me, the pillow beneath my head—all were overwhelmingly smooth and plush. My body, unaccustomed to such luxurious sensations I’d never even imagined, had gone rigid.
‘Even when I spent money like water to fulfill Rowan’s wishes, I never bought anything this exquisite.’
With that thought, I awkwardly cleared my throat and pushed myself upright. Even the pale blue indoor slippers placed precisely where my feet touched the ground felt like clouds.
Startled by such excessive comfort for mere indoor wear, I approached the window. As I drew back the gently fluttering curtains, a vast Garden came into view. The gardeners tending the white marble fountain and freshly bloomed roses beneath a pristine statue immediately bowed their heads upon seeing me.
‘Wow… I really am a princess.’
After awkwardly returning their greeting and turning away, I caught sight of myself in a tall full-length mirror. Even the mirror itself, with its gold-leaf frame densely studded with pearls, was extravagant. Yet the face reflected in that mirror was the only familiar thing.
Brown hair and brown eyes. A plain, unremarkable face that would blend into a crowd of a hundred and not be remembered as one among them.
At least here, being a princess seemed to help—my skin and hair were flawlessly smooth, making me appear quite beautiful.
‘Though this nightgown I’m wearing and that mirror are prettier than my face. Still, I feel good. No, wait—hold on.’
Something was wrong.
‘I clearly said I’d prioritize filling my tragedy quota first, so shouldn’t I be starting off feeling miserable?’
From the very beginning, I had been certain that something was deeply wrong with Rowan’s world. It had never been this warm, this fragrant, this comfortable. Never.
‘Could this also be because of Silpi’s curse?’
In any case, it was a troublesome curse. I had merely said I would become some insignificant villain, create petty tragedies, and die at an appropriate moment—yet here I was, transformed into such a luxurious character.
‘Hmm… Would it be fine if I don’t voice my intentions aloud? No, wait—seeing how she creates situations in ways I never anticipated, it seems she reads my very will itself.’
I let out a sigh and tried my best to think positively.
‘Fine. Since I’ve become a wealthy, peaceful young lady of a noble house, I might as well fill my quota of comedic moments here.’
That was when the door burst open.
“Young Lady! You must evacuate!”
A middle-aged woman, her face drained of color, rushed into the room with blood splattered across her body. I turned my gaze toward the garden where, moments before, people had smiled and greeted me.
“No, Young Lady! Escape through the window!”
The middle-aged woman, without time for explanation, embraced me and shielded my body with her own. The warmth and softness of her touch—so different from Perenustus—made me smile faintly before she collapsed forward, spewing blood.
“Young Lady… you must… escape…”
“Execute the traitors! Find every last one of them and their families!”
A loud cry pierced through along with a rain of arrows. The beautiful windows shattered completely, and arrows poured in, embedding themselves deep into the middle-aged woman’s body. I shuddered at the horrible sensation of her body convulsing with each impact, slowly growing cold beneath me.
As I lay pinned helplessly beneath the heavy corpse, an even more terrible sound came from beyond the door.
“They cannot enter here!”
“Do you wish to die?”
“Kill them! We only need to buy the Young Lady time to escape!”
“Your wish is my command.”
It seemed the household servants were blocking the entrance to my room. The situation was clearly hopeless, and I wanted to scream at them to flee instead. Yet I could not betray the sacrifice of those who had offered their lives to protect me in such a manner.
‘There must be a secret passage in this room. Where is it?’
My eyes, scanning the room frantically, came to rest on an unusually ornate full-length mirror.
‘It’s either there or inside the wardrobe. Let’s try.’
Just as I pushed the middle-aged woman’s lifeless body aside and rushed toward the mirror, the door splintered open.
“There’s the Young Lady!”
Knights drenched in blood stepped into the room, brushing flesh from their blades. I instinctively retreated, glanced back, and without hesitation threw myself through the window.
“Seize her!”
At the command of the leading knight, those behind him surged forward in a tangled mass. By mere inches, I evaded their grasping hands and threw myself from the balcony.
‘For now, I’ll die, and when I come back to life, I’ll use that secret passage…’
“How convenient that you fell properly—it saves us the trouble of capturing you.”
Instead of the pain of impact, a warm sensation and a grim man’s voice enveloped me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, the man who caught me laughed.
“A wild filly must be bridled and tamed.”
The man, spouting such crude words, chuckled with apparent satisfaction as he looped a noose around my neck and hurled me to the ground.
“Gah! Let go!”
“Ah. Perhaps this filly requires a different method of taming.”
Without hesitation, the man tossed the end of the noose to the knights and issued some command. The moment I gasped and struggled to my feet after tearing off the noose, something fell with a thud at my feet.
“Your nursemaid took the arrows in your stead, I hear. Had you been more obedient, she might have been spared even the indignity of losing her head.”
“…”
I froze mid-motion, my hand still outstretched to summon Basilect. I slowly looked around. The pristine white statues and marble fountains were all stained crimson. In the once-flawless garden, there were more corpses than trampled roses.
Both the oppressively peaceful moment from before and this blood-reeking present felt like nightmares.
“It seems one head isn’t enough to break in such a pretty colt.”
The moment the man spoke, severed heads rained down from above like hail. The heavy thuds of them striking the ground were so grotesque that I wanted to cover my ears.
‘But if I show such weakness, that bastard will only enjoy it more.’
So I pretended indifference, mimicking Bilateia’s demeanor by tilting my chin up with a sharp, disdainful expression as I met the man’s gaze directly.
‘Huh… He looks remarkably similar to Leonas Hagpethar Yuletanis.’

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