I can cry at the point where my first hand is poisoning my family, but I can't even cry.
When I looked down at the poisonous leaves that had been finely chopped in with great care so as not to touch them, there was only a pure will in my head, and there was no room for emotion there, not even fine dust.
I sank the poisonous leaves into the soup in the pan without hesitation.
I don't know what the hell I looked like and looked at it. My head seemed to be smeared in black.
The sizable leather gloves fitted in my hand were even disdressed and seemed like they were being ridiculed for their stupidity.
I knew that the poison grass would make people die easily.
From the beginning, I just, I knew.
I can clearly think of a young girl dying just because she accidentally drank a small fragment.
I felt sincerely horrified by its appearance of pain and weakness while turning, therefore the presence of its poisonous grass was burning expressly on my head.
─ ─ I didn't know the day would come when you would use it to kill people.
It's ironic, I don't even know who it was directed at, I float a powerless mockery.
Tonight's dinner table is loaded with delicacies that my mother has bought and fished from these evil merchants.
Yeah, and this is also grandly ironic, they are nominally a treat for my birthday celebration.
My family is going to die of poisoning me for celebrating my birth with cooking to celebrate my birth.
It is no longer a crude, third-rate tragedy.
Many of the ingredients that are rarely found in this country have become the perfect eyesight, and do you think they were caused by food poisoning, or are you suspected of being assassinated by merchants who sold the ingredients?
No matter how you fall, there's no way I could be suspicious.
The Viscounts of Cardia, known for their spiciness, left their youngest daughter, Eliza, just two years old, that day, all dead.
For poisoning the Viscount, this was another heinous and well-known big merchant, executed.
That was how I, Eliza Cardia, was to assault the lower Viscount.
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That poisonous grass, which I had only knowledge of, is highly toxic but not immediate.
I thought maybe some of them would survive.
If you finish it, it's also worrying, so light that it seems to clap out, all of my family is dead.
Suffocate from respiratory failure, suffocate from diarrhea, or fall unconscious and die intact, beating your head to death.
Even though it is my crime, it is such a tragic sight for the death of my family that I sometimes flash back. Totally traumatic.
And as a young child who was found and protected from it, I supposedly lost heart, conveniently attracting the sympathy of my favorite aristocrats at the bottom.
When my mother, who was shallow on gold, pushed this, the division was already wiped out because my father, who liked to see the faces of people distorted by blood and pain, had disposed of them above all.
The only person left behind was not guilty of the family union, but inherited all the property of the Cardia family.
Of course, given my age, the Cardians were supposed to be destroyed.
But the conservative nobles of this country didn't seem willing to create a blank zone of power to sprinkle a spark of futile strife.
To tell you the truth, you had better have been crushed.
Or maybe he was punished, I thought so.
But naturally, as a toddler who is just two years old and cannot even be charged with an assassination of a family, I cannot possibly manage the inherited Viscount Territory.
As per the first observation, the king's capital sent his lord's deputy as a guardian.
I just wished for a better person to come than my father.
Now that my father and his kind have come to this land, I do not know what they have killed all their families for.
Anything you can't dare if you don't even have an och that the state itself was rotten, etc.
It seems that such an incisive wish of mine was heard safely.
The lowly old nobleman from Wang Du leaked a roar that squeezed from the bottom of his belly when he saw the economic situation of our home and the terrible state of the territory.
I slowly exhaled into his appearance as he began to organize the paperwork first with the impetus of eating.
A bunch of bad laws that started with bills of debt piled up messily and were suspended like fools and were being enforced in disregard of national laws.
Residents exhausted by vicious domination who cannot be called even when their mouths are torn apart.
The territory was useless to say it was like hell.
And even if I could assassinate my family with despicable hands, I had no power or wisdom to do anything about this tragedy.
Therefore, no matter how old my guardian is, I need you to re-establish your territory once and for all before I reach adulthood or quasi adulthood.
I conceived of an action that was not strange for a toddler to serve, and took all the means that could be taken to that extent, and dragged out every problem in this realm I knew before my guardian.
Evidence of the crimes that were being covered up.
The presence of those who were driven away by their father and are now invisible.
Hidden in a room known only to the people of Cardia, were many of the treasures left behind by my father.
My family has gone, and I need a trail of gloomy spiciness.
I spared no time while I slept, so that my old guardian would devote himself to this territory, so that my young body would continue to move with selflessness, trying not to withstand thought and activity to produce heat.
To prove to myself that it wasn't just a safekeeping that killed all my parents and brothers.
─ ─ It also has to do with why I was able to carry out this assassination.
I remember when I was a year old.
I know it's unusual, but since then, I have had a sense of my own will.
In my head, other people's memories are burning.
A world I don't know. The terrain, the streets, the lives of people that don't exist here.
It's the memory of one mediocre woman who lived there and died there.
It's just a memory. Neither emotions nor thoughts leading up to action are there, and it is very difficult to say that the personhood of that woman, who is a single-person point of view but can only guess as a third party, continues directly to me today.
As a feeling, it's like watching a video, someone else's memory.
But maybe it's like that in a previous life or something.
And incredibly, in the memory of that woman, there was information about the future of Eliza Cardia.
I was playing just before she died, just entertaining...... of the game, in the story.
I didn't know that from the time I was born.
That was when my maid told me about my lullaby about my country.
The kingdom of Arksia, the great power that dominates the northwest of the continent.
That is the country where Viscount Cardia exists, where I was born.
From the song and also from the actual daily life, I thought the lifestyle was similar to that of the old days of Europe...... only as an image, is. Somehow in my previous life I was not familiar with cultural history and didn't seem very interested in foreign countries either.
However, I am certain that I do not remember the emergence of a country named Arxia in world history.
However, I thought it was a different world, and in one country's name, I would not have overlapped it with a game I had played in my previous life.
It was me who made you do it. To be precise, the name I was given and how my family was making me do so.
Eliza Cardia.
It is merely a horizontal name, if not combined with the word Arxian kingdom.
But what an unfortunate thing, my name matched one of the characters in that game.
When I first recognized my name, I thought it was a bad name.
Anyway, I immediately associated myself with Eliza Cardia, who appeared in a game from her previous life, who was such a villain character that she even told me that chest shit would go bad.
The youngest daughter of the Cardia family, who had committed such an evil deed that the whole family was convicted by the state.
Born as an aristocratic daughter, she never even thought about why she was allowed to stand on top of the people, but was portrayed as a power-created person - a character who trampled on the civilian population by mistake as garbage or something.
At first it was merely a name match, but when the characteristics of the family applied and the names of the country that set the stage for the game and his own country were aligned, the no had to admit in response.
That is, that this is the stage of that game, the Arxian kingdom.
That's how the next thing that comes to mind is the future, or scenario.
As the story unfolds that heroine from a neighboring country searches for someone to marry in a school where Arxian royal aristocratic descendants gather, Viscount Eliza Cardia, who appears as a villain to celebrate the story, exits in the form of executions in a family reunion to try to branch into what ending.
Whatever action Eliza takes in the school, it doesn't change her and her family's own crimes in the territory.
No matter how the scenario branches out, the only difference is whether it exits late or early.
Should I assume that I was lucky to have borrowed that game from my sister in my previous life and played it in my spare time because I was reincarnated?
Nothing, though I didn't mean to cut it off as an absolute future.
I understood that my execution would always become a reality one day in view of the current situation.
This is not the only reason to prevent the coming of that future.
But that was the beginning.
Death flags are only allowed to disappear from the roots early.
I ended up killing my family.
... As a result, I guess I just didn't become public and committed a heavier sin than Eliza's sin in the game.
It's a Viscount assassination somehow.
I don't know any of this country's penal codes yet, but in the penal codes of some country in medieval Europe that I remember hearing one day, the story was that the crime of parent-killing is redeemed with a sentence for car ripping. It could also be a fire break with a witch around using poison.
I just want to apologize for the last of those harsh executions.
The truth about family poisoning will have to be taken all the way inside the grave.
There's no salvation in being born, so...
Luckily during his misfortune, his guardian, the Senior Count of Teresia, was a man of great competence and ethics as a man.