The images of that night were still vivid in my memory. I am sure the impact of an adult striking a boy whose only crime was seeking a parent’s affection hit a cord in me which triggered memories from my past life. Those memories had always lingered, a hazy thick fog in the recess of my mind. But when the white-haired boy impacted the tiled floor, the mist which had hindered my thoughts for years, finally cleared like a blue sky after a rainfall. I was flooded with images—memories of a life I didn't know, yet yearned as sorrow clings to my heart like a bitter regret... 

I don't remember how I died, but I did realize, I was reincarnated. The most shocking fact was that I’m living in “Aegis", a light novel I loved because the story felt alive! Although, it’s a pity I don't recall how it ended… After all, my memories are still hazy about certain parts of my past life, but I can still recognize that five year old face anywhere! It was on many covers of the novel; the little girl with midnight hair that stared back with curious hazel eyes was my reflection. It seemed I wasn't dreaming as I pinched my cheek once again. 

I am Noel Angela Zusetria, the heroine of this story.

Truthfully, I never liked Noel. She was a spoiled, sheltered princess who was naive to the workings of her world. The only thing she had going for her was her beauty. It was the typical princess being brought out of her birdcage after meeting the protagonist scenario.

Even when the author tries to make the readers feel for the girl by establishing how she had a lonely childhood and basically her naive, spoiled persona was due to being raised by her maids, made me roll my eyes because I totally saw that coming! To add to the typical princess cliche, she later became a kind and noble person who wanted to save everyone!

But the thing I hate most about her character is that she is the one who is always the damsel in distress! In Noel’s childhood, she witnessed her nanny sacrifice herself to protect her from an assassination attempt. If that wasn't enough, her entire arc was the protagonist going out of his way to protect her from the cruel reality of the world. This is of course due to her naive views and outspoken opinions, which often gets her into trouble. 

At least the author brought development to her otherwise one dimensional character. It was only after many rescue attempts, friendship building and values she gathered as she travelled with the protagonist for her to realize that the world wasn't built on flowers and everything nice. But enough about her…or rather me, because although she had lived a rather pleasant, yet isolated life before meeting the story’s protagonist—her older brother’s story was a living hell—

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“My gracious Princess, you’re up so early today.”

I turned to the source of the voice. Instantly I realized who the person was and tears started gathering in my eyes. Although my past-self thought only of the person as a fictional character, my body and mind that had merged with Noel couldn't help stop this uncontrollable sadness from swelling up. After all, she was an actual living person in front of me with a life and family of her own. The young woman immediately rushed to my side with concern in her voice, questioning the reason for my tears. I rub my eyes and lied that I had a nightmare. She gently smiled and embraced my small figure. I couldn't tell her… could I? I shouldn't tell her that she will have to die for my sake… That she has only half a year to live.  

“Isabel…” 

I was still surprised at my own voice. I kept forgetting that I was able to speak! Over the last week I continued to be overjoyed at the tingling sensation of being able to produce sounds! It was so wonderful that I became overwhelmed with happiness at hearing my own voice to the extent that I spoke incessantly! Even if it was rough or unpleasant I would still be glad at being able to speak! After all, I was born mute in my previous life.

“Yes Princess?” 

Her voice was comforting and her embrace was smoothing. It is very similar to the warmth I received from my sister in my previous life. The gentle kindness that enveloped me as I fell asleep in her arms felt nurturing. My older sister whom had given up everything for me to have a peaceful upbringing was the person I loved most in the world. And this person whose gentleness is very much like hers…and probably a similar figure to Noel who sadly grew up with no parental affection, brought tears to my eyes. This person who was Noel’s mother figure will soon be a painful memory…

“…you will stay with me, won’t you?”

“Of course Princess.”

“Even when you’re old and grey?”

She laughs. Then said, “If you can withstand being with me for so long.”

I closed my eyes and hugged her back.

Even if it was a lie… I will hopelessly believe in it.

“Then it’s a promise.”

I secretly vowed that this time, this princess will do the protecting.