The first princess and crown princess of the Kingdom of Lymore, Charlotte, was relaxing in her chamber in the royal castle, sipping tea.

As she placed the teacup back on the saucer on the table, the door to her room burst open with a force unbefitting of the tranquil morning.

Charlotte turned her gaze to the unexpected visitor who had barged in without permission.

The man, followed by a dozen of knights, stared at Charlotte with disdain.

His unnervingly flawless features bore a strong resemblance to Charlotte’s. To be precise, Charlotte resembled him, much to her own dismay and helplessness.

After all, that was one of the causes behind Charlotte’s unhappiness.

“—Charlotte Callista Reevesmore, you are charged with treason.”

The voice, devoid of any emotion, belonged to Frederick Chester Reevesmore. The king of the Kingdom of Lymore, and also Charlotte’s father.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“No.”

Smiling without a care in the world, Charlotte continued.

“I don’t know how much you’ve uncovered, but everything you’ve heard is true.”

At those words, spoken without the slightest remorse, the atmosphere surrounding Frederick became piercing cold. The way he glared at her, it was as if looks could kill.

An ordinary person would’ve long succumbed to fear and lost consciousness.

Nevertheless, Charlotte was unfazed. Not only did she seem relaxed, she had a gorgeous yet unreadable smile on her face.

“Arrest her.”

The knights, who were already appalled by the suspicion of treason against their princess, grew even more so when she calmly admitted to the crime.

However, there was no way they could disobey the king’s orders. Furthermore, they had no reason to protect Charlotte who had admitted her guilt. Thus, they had no choice but to fulfil their duty and detain Charlotte.

Without resistance, Charlotte stood up and let them bind her hands with a rope.

“I thereby strip you of your position as the crown princess. Your engagement to the son of Marquis Sargent shall also be annulled. Take her away.” Said Frederick.

The words were spoken with contempt, so much that everyone almost doubted the fact that they were father and daughter.

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Charlotte was sitting gracefully on the bed in her jail cell.

As she was a member of the royal family, she was kept in a relatively comfortable environment without any particular inconveniences. In fact, it was freer and easier than her former life as a princess. Even though it had only been a few days, she was already growing accustomed to it.

It was not so bad, after all.

Despite being locked in a cell, other than when she was interrogated, she wasn’t shackled. She was free and comfortable.

As she spent her time in a leisurely manner, Charlotte heard the door at the top of the stairs being opened from the other side. The door was a blind spot for her. After that, the sound of footsteps slowly echoed down the stairs, step by step.

From the stairs, a man named Quentin appeared. He was the second son of Marquis Sargent, the prime minister of that country.

They had been engaged since childhood, and Quentin even served as her secretary once. However, after the king ordered her arrest, that was no longer the case. Now, they were merely childhood friends.

“—Why would you do something so foolish?”

Quentin asked with a stern expression.

Even though both their relationship and engagement spanned from their childhood days, Charlotte didn’t feel a shred of closeness to him. The man himself seemed to condemn her.

At the same time, Charlotte wasn’t the slightest bit surprised. That was just how the man named Quentin Sargent was.

“’Foolish’? Certainly, you could call it that. I have to admit, I was somewhat reckless. In my defense, I just couldn’t care less about this country. I should’ve acted more thoroughly and carefully.”

Charlotte slowly crossed her legs and ran her fingers through her long hair.

Despite being arrested, she was allowed to take bathe, but still. Despite that, upon no longer being able to receive hair treatment from her servants, her hair had become coarse. When her fingers couldn’t easily flow through, she frowned.

When Quentin saw that neither Charlotte’s actions nor expressions seem to exhibit any remorse, he was deeply disappointed, and not to mention, repulsed.

“You seem to have said some hurtful words to Her Highness Juliet when she visited you.”

“…Ha!”

He had just made it apparent why he had even gone to see her.

Despite having anticipated it, she still snorted. She was so baffled that her words tumbled out half in disbelief.

“You appear angrier at my having made her cry more than the fact that I betrayed my kingdom!”

Quentin furrowed his eyebrows at the correct assessment.

He seemed grim, but that was also nothing new. Even when they were engaged, she couldn’t recall a single instance where he was sweet to her.

As for Juliet, she was the second princess and also Charlotte’s younger sister. Just a few hours ago, she came to visit Charlotte.

Juliet personally set foot in a prison, a place that didn’t at all suit a delicate princess like herself. Upon arriving, she kept claiming that Charlotte wasn’t the kind of person who’d conspire treason, and that there somehow had to be a mistake.

She was so annoying, Charlotte ripped her to shreds and chased her away.

Juliet was, well, Charlotte’s sister. Her one and only sister, in fact—but, they weren’t exactly on good terms. Charlotte could say that she absolutely despised Juliet.

The reason was simple. Unlike Charlotte, who was raised strictly as a princess, Juliet grew up with a more lenient upbringing.

How infuriating, I dislike her—no, I’ve always hated her.

That alone made her a minority in the country. There were almost no people around Juliet who disliked her. Aside from the nobles who wanted to dispose of Juliet to further their own ambitions, Charlotte was probably the only one.

Quentin was no exception. He cared so deeply for Juliet, his fiancée ceased to matter at all.

“I believe you were my fiancé? Yet, you harbor feelings towards her. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“…!”

Quentin gasped, truly not expecting that accusation.

Although his heart belonged to another, it hadn’t reached the point of him being unfaithful.

Despite being engaged to Charlotte, he only had eyes for Juliet, the frail and vulnerable Juliet who needed protection.

“I don’t really care either way. I don’t feel anything for you. From the beginning, it was just a marriage of convenience.”

Charlotte didn’t like her fiancé, nor did he her. They were both in agreement in that regard, but that wasn’t the end of it.

“In this kingdom called Lymore, she’s the one enjoying all that is pleasurable while I get the shorter end of the stick. Every day, I grew more resentful until I couldn’t take it anymore. What a grand waste of time, that is all this kingdom is. Hence, I chose treason.”

Quentin frowned, unable to comprehend her words. Such a predictable and boring reaction.

Even though they were the cause of it all.

So, she was going to drill it into their heads—into the entire kingdom.

“I’ve always hated my sister, my father, you, everyone—and everything in this kingdom, so much so that the word ‘hate’ fails to describe my immense loathing!”

She would risk her life to take revenge on all those who raised Charlotte, the rebel.

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***T/N: A new revenge story after the previous one!!! Gosh I swear after my track record of translating villainess, I now have endless rage and hatred towards any men who can be brought to their knees by sickly girls… Quentin I’m eyeing you.

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