Chapter 3 – Part 3

The previous nightmare ended up quietly. He seemed to hate women crying really, terribly.
After a while, a strange stillness flowed inside the carriage. The man handed her a tissue, Abigail felt much more exhausted than before.
Abigail kept staring, At the man’s bloody gaze, She somehow regained her gentle attitude. She decided it was time to stop. As cruel as he is, I don’t think I can dare take risks like this.

“You have a great talent for making people exhausted.”
“Why, thank you.”
The tone was very similar to her compliment, sarcastic. Rakiel was stunned for a brief moment, He let out an exhausted sigh.
“ … But where are we going now?”

Abigail then quickly bowed her head, feeling a little embarrassed about her question.
“The Edelgard palace.”
“Why are you taking me to that place?”
“A play. We are now ready for the play, the script is now ready….you need practice.”
“Theater?”
“A play where you become a princess.”
Abigail, sat there blankly for a while with shock. Her mind wasn’t really processing his words. It felt complete and utter nonsense.
After recalling his words, Only then did Abigail come to mind.
The man’s words, “You have to become that princess. ”
Why- what does he want!?
“Me? why?”
“The role of a princess is required for the act to begin.”
“Her highness is already dead.”
“Yes, and now you can become princess Violetta. Leave Abigail behind and start a new life as violetta.”
“That’s a scam! I have nothing to do with the royal family!”
“No one will know.”
“………” Abigail went silent after hearing his words.
“The truth. No one will know about this. Change becomes true. Because after all no one in the entire world knows the face of the princess.”
“No one knows…… .”
I cannot deny the fact that he is being truthful. No one knows the face of her highness, Princess Violetta, who “grew” in the confined tower.
Abigail was having a hard time, she was creating theories in her head desperately. Neither the nanny who raised the princess nor the maid who was close to her are now alive.
She was just a trapped child in the farthest end of the palace.
By status, no one is allowed to enter the palace of the imperial princess except for her entourage maid and the minimum maids who manage her palace.
Abigail recalled being guided to this palace by a lady who was the only official in charge for the Princess’s life, at the Imperial Bureau.
No one by default could put their feet in the palace of the princess. Anyone who were to do so would not be forgiven.
The maids who came to manage the palace at dawn are also naturally unable to hear or speak to the princess.
It was made so that no one could manage to meet the Princess. The Princess who had the mindset of a five year old had lived a life worse than anyone could have imagined.
In the first place, even during the day, Violetta was all about wandering around her own room and the small garden that came with it, at best.
(T/n: dude, that’s inhumane! WTH? Were you guys quarantining her!?)

It was all upon Abigail, who managed the room and garden all by herself.
When she had to leave her room for a while, she would lock the room with her own hands. And I too couldn’t leave the palace
All because she was a disabled child, she was confined.
In the end, those who know the face of the grown-up Princess Abigail, is no one except this man who was there when the princess passed.
I, being alive is more than enough of an example of how little known the princess is, she would have been the one sitting here, with the duke, only if she was a little more known.
There are only a few of them.
I could tell just by looking at the assassins’ pathetic looks being confused about who to kill because they didn’t know how she looked nor did they have any portrait information.