Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

I showed you my diary today.

"You're good at writing," he praised, but he also said, "But you don't have to show me the diary because it's not for someone to see it."

But somehow I wanted someone to see this.

Otherwise, I feel like I'm going to disappear.

I stopped growing up after I became undead.

It will always be small and thin.

I used to think that when I was an adult, I would be beautiful for everyone, but I don't know how it really was anymore.

Sometimes you suddenly get scared that you'll never change.

That's when I want to keep a diary of what I was doing.

When I told him the truth, he said, "It's a common thing."

I'll help you with lunch again today. Recently, Dark Elf boys have been teasing me. I don't know.

It is the castle's turn to light up at night.

I'm not tired, hungry, or frozen, so I can work forever, but sometimes I think I'm really a hard worker.

The country of Siel-Teira is getting bigger and bigger.

Until yesterday, a skeleton was working in a place where nothing else was available. (The princess seems to prefer a skeleton to a zombie.Is it because it doesn't smell?), even at the foot of the mountain that you can see from the castle, the training of soldiers is gradually getting bigger.

In that context, I'm just one Jack O Lantern who can't be strong or have a special job.

However, it still makes me want to think of myself as special because I once lent my body to the princess when I was alive.

And then I felt the princess's anger and grief as my own.

That's why I don't think I can leave the princess alone and want to work for her, but what can I do for her with so many people?

That's what I thought, and I talked to Tracy about it (about 3 months ago).I forgot to write it in my diary).

I've known my name since I was alive, so I did it today.

But Tracy was impressed because she knew about me and my job.

She seemed to be getting along well with the princess, so I asked her if she didn't know how she felt, but she laughed and said things she didn't really understand, such as, "I can't get along at all." "It's hard to protect and I'm struggling."

When I told him what I was thinking, he said, "I may not understand that feeling right now, but I will need it someday."

I didn't really get it.