The sixth prince, who had been executed in the kingdom after being betrayed by the trusted saint, was reincarnated and, in order to seek revenge, became engaged once again to the neighboring kingdom’s “Guillotine Princess.” As a result, he was adored and lived happily.

“Prince Gustave!”

Late at night, as I visited Princess Abigail’s room through the secret passage, she greeted me with a bright smile.

We hadn’t seen each other since breakfast, as we had separate dinner arrangements, so I was delighted to see her.

“Princess Abigail, how was your day’s progress?”

“Well… It was moderately successful, I suppose.”

It seemed that gaining the support of the nobles wasn’t going as smoothly as expected. Princess Abigail lowered her gaze.

“We still have a long way to go. And… General Cyrus has promised to support Princess Abigail.”

“General Cyrus!?”

It was something she likely didn’t expect. She widened her eyes, looking excited.

“Yes, it seems he will meet with you soon. So, it might be a good idea to prepare the appropriate setting for your meetings with him and other supporters.”

“Yes… Yes…”

I had a nagging question on my mind, though. For the sake of revenge against the kingdom, for the continuation of the words from that day, was Princess Abigail determined to secure her position as the next queen within the empire? It was essential to me, but what were her thoughts?

In my first life… she had been ridiculed as the “Guillotine Princess” and had fallen behind Bridget in the succession race. Moreover, in the year from King Edward’s death to the kingdom’s attack on the capital, many had abandoned her. Although she held the capital, she was almost entirely isolated.

Even though it was likely the result of Bridget’s scheming, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about how far Princess Abigail had been pushed.

Perhaps Princess Abigail didn’t want to become queen at all, and I had imposed my feelings on her…

“Princess Abigail, are you sure… this is what you want?”

“Prince Gustave?”

“Because of my interference, you can’t turn away from the succession struggle now. But… haven’t you ever thought about it?”

Princess Abigail interrupted me by placing her index finger on my lips. She smiled, seemingly troubled.

“As you know, I had to play the role of the ‘Guillotine Princess’ in this empire. It’s not something I ever wanted.”

“Well, that’s…”

“Please listen. However… I had given up. I understood that the empire needed a figure that would make the kingdom, our enemy, fear us.”

Her confession weighed heavily on my heart. Of course, I had some idea of the struggles she was facing.

But… why should Princess Abigail be the one to accept all this?

Even though King Edward was revered as the hero “Golden Lion King” and Bridget as the “Deputy of the Goddess,” by many people in the empire.

“So, I received that role as a reward, my selfish wish… my everything.”

“I see…”

Princess Abigail smiled at me, her eyes moist with tears.

In other words… my presence in the empire, as her fiancé, was entirely Princess Abigail’s desire.

“Even if it’s a nuisance for Prince Gustave… You’re the one I wanted by my side. You’re the one I’ve wanted.”

Her words were undoubtedly sincere.

But, as someone who had experienced a return from death… I knew.

Princess Abigail had wished for me, not just as her fiancé but to be by her side, to support her, and…

She tightly held my hand and gazed at me with her eyes, which sparkled with tears.

“You showed me a future, Prince Gustave. A future where I don’t have to be the ‘Guillotine Princess.'”

The moment she spoke, tears overflowed from Princess Abigail’s crimson eyes. But her expression was incredibly serene, radiant, and filled with happiness. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“So, I… Prince Gustave…”

“Thank you so much…”

I embraced Princess Abigail tightly and expressed my gratitude.

In saving her, I was also saved.

I was truly glad that I had returned from death.

That you chose me… I’m really glad.