Translation Novel This world is mine

Feeling Deja vu (part 2)

The 3rd Knights were busy moving from early in the morning. The knights trained their minds and bodies through training that was two or three times more intense, and the maids wore black maid uniforms instead of the calm light brown they usually wore, creating a dull and heavy atmosphere.

"The First Prince was only 25 years old. I can't believe he passed away at such a young age..."

Only the slaves sat in the dining room and ate their meals in peace. The restaurant felt darker than other days, but thanks to the whispering conversations of the slaves, I was able to make at least the sound of chewing rice.

"Shh... Slaves like us have to keep our mouths shut. The second princess could have our heads at any given moment."

"Is Her Highness the Second Princess involved this time too? She's a scary one, for sure."

"If the royal family fights over the right to succeed to the throne, our lives are in danger."

A group of slaves muttered as they set down the trays they had received from the cooks. The slave, who was eating soft, freshly cooked rice and sausage with a fork, pursed his lips.

"We're much better off than the others, you know. We have Her Highness the Fifth Princess on our side."

"That's right! The 3rd Knightage is full of honorable and outstanding knights, who will be looking out for us!"

Contrary to the slaves' claims, in the original work, everyone associated with the Third Knights is sentenced to death. There were many different types of death, including those who were burned at the stake, those whose hearts were pierced by arrows, and those who cried out on the guillotine like Charlize.

I felt sick to my stomach when I saw the poor slaves worshiping Charlize. As I held my fork to the golden brown fried egg, I lifted my spoon to soothe my stomach. As I scooped up a large spoonful of the steaming hot soup, someone called my name.

"Hey, is Wooyeon here?"

When Rita, Charlize's right-hand woman and vice-captain of the 3rd Knight Commander, appeared in the slaves' dining room, everyone quickly got up from their seats. I, who was eating soup with a spoon, sighed softly and walked over to Rita.

"So she has a name."

A middle-aged woman who appeared to be the leader of the slaves muttered to herself. When I looked sideways at her, one of the slaves who had been chatting earlier with his thick lips raised a question mark.

"Wooyeon? That's unusual. Does she not have a last name?"

The slave who was stirring the salad with a spoon scolded him to be quiet. Rita looked at me politely greeting her with my hands folded and nodded.

"Her Highness the Fifth Princess is calling you. Follow me."

With nothing left to say, Rita turned her back. Although Rita was disgusting when she said that she didn't need my will, I cleaned up the food tray and left, avoiding the slaves' gaze. The soup I couldn't eat kept lingering in my vision, but I held it back.

"The first prince passed away. But I'm sure you know this already."

Rita lowered her voice as she left the slave-only restaurant. I nodded at Rita. As expected, the original work followed the main thread. Thinking that the details might have changed, I asked Rita.

"What was the cause of death?"

Rita frowned at my words. She seemed displeased with me for not being shaken by Homan's death. No matter how many people died, I had never even seen Homer's face. I wasn't emotional enough to give my feelings to a character I'd never seen before.