The Baby Who Regressed Refuses Childcare - Chapter 15
“What’s this?”
I lifted my head, still in a crouched position.
On the other side, a little kid who looked about three years older than me was sprawled on the ground.
“Don’t open the door and jump out, you could have gotten hurt.”
The little one, furrowing his brows, got up from the ground.
I felt a dull pain in my palm.
As I fell, the wound on my palm must have opened, and blood was seeping out.
From across, I heard the little one taking a small breath.
“…Blood?”
I casually wiped my hand on my clothes, as if it was nothing, and looked at the kid.
“Sorry. I didn’t know someone was outside.”
The kid had a puzzled expression.
I added a nonchalant remark.
“Are you going to accept my apology? And you should apologize too. You were wrong too.”
The kid’s eyes widened.
I pointed to the outside, and continued.
“If you don’t know who’s inside, you shouldn’t just open the door recklessly.”
“You, right now…”
“Come on, let’s apologize, we can shake hands and make up. It’ll be fine if we apologize to each other.”
He tilted his head.
“Wait a minute.”
Looking again, there was something unusual about the kid’s appearance.
Glossy jet-black hair and crimson eyes, from the eyes to the nose and mouth.
‘It’s not a common look. Why does it seem familiar?’
The kid was flaunting an extraordinary beauty, even at a young age, emitting an air of sad sophistication as if there was a story behind that exquisite face.
“You. Do you know who I am?”
The kid asked in a low voice.
I frowned.
‘What? How would I know?’
Just in case, I carefully examined the kid’s face again.
My gaze naturally went down to the clothes.
A well-made shirt that looked good at first glance.
The vest worn above had a dazzling design with a mixture of black and gold.
The shoulder decorations were made of silver, and all the buttons were crafted from pearls.
Most notably, there was a single diamond brooch shaped like a chalice on the chest.
‘Huh? Now that I think about it…’
I paused.
A chalice.
What did the chalice shape symbolize?
I think it was the Imperial Family?
‘That means…’
I tilted my head with a small murmur.
“…Tian, The Dethroned Crown Prince?”
And then I clamped my mouth shut.
Since my regression, I hadn’t yet realized the fact that he was not a ‘Crown Prince’ yet.
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Tian Lacteas Carilonia.
He was the only prince of the Taranta Empire.
However, to my knowledge, he never ascended to the throne.
The current Empress gave birth to the second prince, but shortly afterward, she was dethroned.
‘As expected. Since there’s no empress to support the crown prince.’
‘But isn’t there an empress? The Empress supported the Crown Prince until the end.’
‘The Empress’s support doesn’t mean anything to the Crown Prince. What can an old woman in the back palace do?’
I vividly remembered the day when this little one was dethroned, and the Duke of Longton and the officials celebrated with raised glasses.
‘Well, it’s better this way. Aligning with Empress Caryn, who gave birth to a new prince, wouldn’t be so bad.’
Tian was dethroned due to his fierce and violent temperament.
Around that time, there were rumors circulating in the Taranta Empire, such as Tian killing someone or pursuing women at a young age.
“The dethroned Crown Prince…?”
Sure enough, a voice as cold as ice woke me from my thoughts.
When I raised my head, I saw the Crown Prince, looking at me with ruby eyes that glowed brilliantly.
‘Uh-oh, we’re in trouble.’
Apparently, Tian was deposed because of his unruly temper.
If what I’d heard in my previous life was true, I was undoubtedly in a difficult situation now.
“Gasp, that’s…!”
I barely managed to part my lips, but before I could respond, the Crown Prince took a step towards me.
Then, he abruptly grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer.
His grip was so strong that my wrist quickly became numb.
“You. Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk nonsense like that?”
I urgently shook my head vigorously.
Of course I know, of course I know!
What I just said was a complete mistake.
It might sound absurd, but ever since my body became strange, words sometimes popped out unexpectedly, especially when I was hungry.
It felt like thoughts were bypassing the brain and coming out directly from my mouth.
The tangled memories of past and present in my head were also problematic.
“Sometimes people lose their lives over simple verbal mistakes.”
