Papa can I kill you

Chapter 1

If I had to complain about one thing in this world then there would be too many to decide. From my birth to my death, there hasn't been once where I haven't questioned the world and its improbable ways of kicking me to the curb. It was my life but it wasn't one that I wanted or ever thought of living out and maybe that's why I finally gave up.
I'm Seong Rima a probable South Korean, never really knew my origins and never cared to find out. If I had to describe my life it would be easier to say it was a manga, comic, manhwa, manhua, etc. I wasn't a very ambitious person but I had dreams and goals...I think?

Before I could get those things done I died at the age of 25. I worked-lived for a better term as a professional assassin, spy, and any of those nasty killings and unlawful deeds, which human sins caused. I don't hate my job even though I get fed up with it sometimes, I do it for a living and it's the only thing I'm good at.

To do a brief recap of how I got myself killed. It was a normal day and I was sent with a request in killing an underworld drug lord, not a hard task to accomplish and pretty easy for a pro like me. I waited in a nearby building and aimed my sniper rifle right at the next building door where the druglord was going to come out and he did with several bodyguards. Again a very normal situation. I waited for the opening to show up and once I got a clear shot of the bald head in my scope I pulled the trigger. Usually, it's around this point that the protagonist misses and dies but nope the kill was a success and I was ready to leave and head out for my next request. That was until I got shot five times, this bullshit, mother-loving jackass had the nerve to shoot me five straight consecutive times. I was able to do a quick scan before collapsing to the ground and found the prick a few buildings away that was facing me.

I either call it dumb luck or a lot of bull on fate because one I'm a professional and two my existence as a whole is not normal compared to a normal human on both the physical and physiological levels, I added that to the many complaints in this world!

I wasn't angry that I was shot, or that I died but pissed that I didn't realize where the prick was before he shot me! I had a reputation to upkeep okay. I would rather get hit by a truck than getting shot!
Honestly, death isn't all that bad to me, compared to all the other things I had to face in the 25 years of living, this ending isn't bad or good just bland.

Once you get to a point in your life and realize that what you've been doing is all meaningless but at that point, there is no other point to be made. I'm the type that is very oblivious to that unless I have a constant reminder and that reminder are my dear old nightmares that keep me company whenever I try to get some shut-eye. It sucks when your suffering from insomnia but that's why there are medication and drugs...yeah threw those in the bin the moment I got them. Had a bad past with any prescribed drugs. I've tried seeking mental help...didn't work out too well, the last therapist quit on me within less than a month.

So that's the meaningless re-cap of my short day.
In the deep darkness, I thought this was it. I'm dead and gone but I was sorrily mistaken. I had forgotten that fate was a constant thorn in my side and a prick that enjoyed seeing me suffer.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a very weird and uncomfortable state. It's like my body and mind weren't all that linked together. I tried moving around but found my movements very limited. 'This is very weird. Am I handicapped?' I looked around and found myself stuck in a crib but it was incredibly fancy. '...I've turned into a baby. I'm a freaking, defenseless, useless, and most importantly ugly baby.' If you haven't realized it yet I have a pretty big disdain for babies. I took a moment and let both my brain and mental state process. 'You know what, I'm just going to roll with it. It's better than nothing and right now I don't want to care.' I looked at the ceiling to see such intricate designs and even gold. 'It looks like I was born a baby, so why do I feel like a manga trope is about to pop up?'

"Avia the princess is up." A lady picked me up and held me in her arms. She wore a dress that was poofed and fancy. The materials were expensive but plain with no design. The face held a mature but elegant look with almond caring eyes and light brown hair pulled to a bun.

I am sensing the biggest manga trope right now but I can't get a good handle on it. "Good morning princess I hope you have rested well." Her voice was gentle and kind. I didn't sense an ulterior motive behind what she said and her gestures don't seem off to me. Though what's shocking to me is that I understand what they're saying, maybe it's because I was a clean slate so the languages I hear primarily are the ones I imprint better on and learn early. I don't know what bull I had just spouted but it seemed dumb and nonsensical.

"The princess is so cute!" A girl who looked much younger than the Lady was dressed plain as well but she didn't have as much of a poof as the other lady. Her brown hair was in a low-hanging pair of braids and her eyes were a shining brown. She looked almost childlike in a way.

"Avia calm your voice. You'll scare the princess." So the brown-haired girl is Avia(1). Guess that makes name-calling easier.
"Hilana(2) don't you think the princess really resembles his majesty." So the lady is Hilana. I'm learning and I guess I'm glad I'm learning but with the continuous royal name-calling, I guess I'm not just a rich girl but a spoiled princess. Well, I have my life cut out for me. "It kinda worries me since his majesty hasn't even come to check on the princess not even once. Even though she almost died at birth." Avia said her tone a little disappointed. Hilana gave a somber and sorrowful look then set me back down in the crib while I laid there listening.

"It might be better if his Majesty didn't come to visit the princess." Why do I keep getting such bad vibes for what's about to be said? "If his majesty were to see the princess then he might kill her for many reasons that are beyond me." I was so right on my bad vibe.

"But that's his own daughter how can he just kill her!" Hilana hushed Avia. 'Yeah, he can't kill his own daughter!' I oppose such ruthlessness. "Even though the princess had to go through such a hard birth. She shouldn't need to suffer any more than she already has!" Avia sounded angry and frustrated. I'm angry and frustrated too. Well, actually why, should I? I'm probably in a different time and universe altogether so killing royals probably isn't something the law can judge. I'm saying this because I'm pretty sure this is a monarchy system we have and my dearest father is our sweet king, who is not all that sweet although extremely cold and bitter.

"If the worst is truly to come then I'll protect the princess with my own life if I have to. She has so much life in her that it can't end here. After all, I'm sure her highness wouldn't want that either." Hilana looked at me adoringly and rubbed my head. 'Aw Hilana I love you too!'

Looks like my father is a bit of a cold-blooded king then and my mom is not to be mentioned. This really is such a manga trope. I've become a princess in another world. Actually, this would be more of me transmigrating to a different world. Though it's not like I can complain much about it either way.

If I want to live out this new life of mine then I'll have to take every chance I get. If that also implies me having to kill the King then so be it. I'll kill my own father if I have to. Cold v.s. Cold let's see who gets to the top first but first I have to survive my time as a baby.

Hilana had picked me up for feeding time and I guess she was considered my nanny. Hilana was the head maid of the palace I'm staying in, from what I can tell. Apparently, this father of mine loved to have a lot of palaces. The one I'm staying in is the Rose palace or better yet his harem. I know this because gossip is a thing. 'Wow, my father can care less about me and just keep me as another collection either alive or dead. I would rather prefer to live.'

"The princess is so cute. Though she's so quiet. I haven't heard her cry at all." Avia said looking at me confused. Crap I forgot how babies usually functioned. I mean cut me a break I haven't been a baby for 25 years.

"You're right the princess is always so very quiet but maybe that's because she knows that if she doesn't stay quiet then she'll potentially die." Oh my gosh, the people here don't care if they just spit out morbid things to a baby right in front of them. Oh, whatever it's not like I can stop them. I'm a baby I don't have the power to do such a thing, besides even if I did I'm too lazy to care.

(Song-Kimi ga Yobu Namae©, September 24, 2008, composed by- Makoto Yoshimori)

1.Avia (Ah-via)- One of the palace maids that is also tasked to care for the princess. Usually seen as a cherry, joyful, optimistic girl.

2.Hilana(Hila-na)-Head maid of the palace, and nanny to the princess. Commonly seen being kind, dependable, and caring towards the princess and other servants.