The prince, leaving the female protagonist behind, who had been crying and venting her anger for a while, thought that even if he stayed here any longer, he would feel even more sorry for her and would not be able to punish her, so he ran away.
The prince thought deeply about what the heroine had said.
There wasn't a single word that the heroine said that was wrong.
It was wrong of me to treat the female lead like an insect.
That he killed the one he loved.
As the prince turned the fountain pen and thought about it, a clear liquid eventually began to flow from his tears.
The prince called his subjects and said this.
“Release Park Yeo-ju, who is imprisoned in prison, immediately.”
The ministers nodded and gave an affirmative answer.
The prince immediately threw himself into the Phobos River, the only river in Belita.
The female protagonist was puzzled by the sudden news of her release, but she escaped from the palace prison in a dejected state.
The Phobos River, which was right in front of the royal palace, was somehow dyed a dark red and had a pungent smell.
The knights on patrol discovered it and ordered the drums to be sounded.
When the bell rings in a kingdom, it is intended to signal a state of emergency.
A voice ringing with the sound of a drum _
“The prince has passed away!”
When the heroine heard that, she couldn't believe her ears.
Why did the prince, who seemed fine just a moment ago, die?
The heroine, who now felt that there was truly no one left for her, did not cry.
Because I realized that even if I cried, there would be no one who would understand my weakness, no one who would comfort me, and no one I could blame.
The heroine headed to the small garden she had been tending every day since she was little.
There was a red rose placed inside the glass.
The heroine, who smelled the scent of the rose, smiled faintly as if in a good mood and then headed to where the prince was buried.
The female protagonist, who saw the place where the prince was buried, spoke quietly.
"I was so young, so reckless, so weak, so I killed the prince. It turns out the prince wasn't the one who murdered the royal family. I was the murderer."
The female protagonist, who left those words, intentionally pricked her hand twice with the rose thorns she brought, and smeared dark red blood on the red rose.
And then he laid down a rose.
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“Well, my grandson. How was it?”
“I feel so sorry for those two. But Grandma, what happened to the rose?”
“It is said that in a region that used to be the Kingdom of Belita, on the highest mountain, the rose still hasn’t withered.”
“Wow, really? Let’s go see it sometime!”
“Haha, that’s good!”
A very old story,
It's a very true story.
We weren't even friends
Someone opened their heart.
Unexpectedly.
It was just a small change.
It was really a little change.
I was a little scared.
No one was prepared.
Always the same.
It's always surprising.
A very old story,
A song as old as poetry,
B E A U T Y A N D T H E B E A S T _