Into the Light Once Again

I was falsely accused of attempting to kill my younger sister, who was worshipped as a Saintess.

There was not a single person who believed in me, nor was there a person who stood up for me.

Not even my blood-related family.

I was 14 years old, and it was winter.

I, who was Edenbell’s Fourth Princess, was miserably beheaded in front of the masses.

After the end of my death, I awoke and what came was…

“My baby, my precious younger sister.”

With a delightful smile, he held my small fingers.

That warm gesture, warmth, and touch.

He sang me a lullaby as he held me gently and swayed.