The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

I tried to return to my usual research as I had no interest in inheriting the throne.
I did wonder if I should have worked on my appeal.

I forgot there’d be a party—and when there was a party there was dancing.
There are certain etiquettes required, too.
I avoided having my social debut, so I never bothered to learn the dancing and mannerisms required in high society.

It quickly dawned on me what I’d have to do when Illya smugly announced that the banquet would be hosted soon, and that father assigned me to prepare myself.

“As there is not much time left until the banquet, your research time will be cut and replaced with etiquette and dancing lessons.”

“What.”

“Furthermore, the King has decreed that you may not veto these lessons.
My apologies.”

“You’re forcing me!? This is oppression! I have a right to freedom!”

“Please, resign yourself.
Now, let’s begin with taking your measurements for your new dress.”

“No… noooo—!!”

I don’t want a new dress! I don’t want one to be made! I’d rather just wear one of my older dresses! My body hasn’t changed much since then!

“It will be announced that you are reinstating your claim to the throne and so you must dress accordingly.”

“You just want to make a new dress! I know it, and I know you!”

“I do not get opportunities to dress you up except for situations like this.
You are usually so selfish so why don’t you let me be selfish for once, princess?

Urk… phrasing it like that is unfair! Telling me not to be selfish but you’re the one trying to appeal to my conscience! I tried to ignore it, but it felt like I was stubbing my pinky toe.

Disobeying made my chest hurt.
Just this once, I want to believe that nothing bad would happen if Al were to inherit the throne.
But without father to guide him, I have zero confidence in him.

In the end, despite my reluctance, I had no choice but to go along with Illya’s request.
I was told that my current mannerisms would be enough to get by, but she was given strict orders to improve them.
I just wanted to go home.

Illya also asked me if there was a certain fabric or style I wanted for my dress.
I didn’t have an interest, so I told her I’d leave it up to her but when she suggested a girly dress with tons of frills, I vehemently shook my head in refusal.

“If possible, keep it simple.
Nothing too flashy or revealing, but also something that won’t make the royal family feel ashamed!

I’ve been told I have a baby face so I would also prefer not to look younger than my actual age!

The most tiring thing was the dance practice.
I’ve been able to do most of what is asked of me but I’m horribly bad at dancing “The princess is just as bad at dancing as everyone else,” Illya would always say every single time I was forced to dance.

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“… I don’t want to dance.”

Relearning etiquette was fine.
Dancing? No.
I don’t want to imagine dancing with someone.
I don’t want to think about intimately touching them.
I don’t like the idea of having to force a smile towards my dance partner…

Because my partner is always a man! Every time I think about it, I get the creeps just thinking about being close to them, holding hands, or staring into their eyes.
Ugh, I hate it! I really hate it! I don’t want to attract any men!

“You hate it that much…?”

“I hate it!”

Euphie ended up being my partner for my dance lessons, as opposed to my usual male partner.
She was a good partner considering she was had both excellent etiquette and dance skills.
It seems that, when Illya asked her to help me with my dance lessons, Euphie was more than happy to oblige.

Compared to Illya, Euphie was a lot more lenient.
However, regardless of who my mentor is…

I.
Absolutely.
Hate.
Learning.
To dance.
For.
Men.

“Why do you hate men so much…?

“…I’ll tell you why.
One day.”

To be honest, I’m not sure why either.
I could list a bunch of minor reasons, such as the expectations imposed on being a princess and inheriting the throne.
I hated being ridiculed for my lack of magical talents, too.
Could it be due to my previous life? We married for love there, but here nobility is expected to marry out of duty to your family…

I can hardly remember much of who I was in my previous life.
I just know that I loved magic.
If I could use magic, I could do anything.
However, despite living in a technologically advanced civilization, I was just an ordinary person just going through life.
I can remember the country of Japan and its social etiquette, but I can’t remember much of who I was.

Did I have a bad experience with a man before? I’ve told myself there’s no point understanding what I don’t remember but I can’t help but feel a bit frustrated not knowing.

Well, if I had to say what I thought to be the biggest reason why I hate males is that every male I’ve dealt with always looks down on me!

Oh dear, how could a princess of all people show up to a battlefield?

How cute, thank you for your efforts to learn magic despite not having the aptitude to!

Dearie me, if only you were more feminine, I would have protected you.

It really irritates me just thinking about all the things they would say.
Because I’d be super happy if I could just be protected and study! It’s not my fault that I can’t use magic!

“Lady Anise, your furrowing your brow.”

“Uh huh.”

“Please don’t give me such empty replies… Ah, let’s take a break.”

“Uh huh.”

“Hey!”

Euphie got mad at me.
It can’t be helped, doing things I don’t like makes me apathetic.

I don’t want to get married.
I wouldn’t hate holding hands—just touching would be okay.
I don’t to be looked at as a woman, to be desired for being a woman.
Being looked at with such a gaze is enough to make me feel disgusted.
I keep wondering why I’m so bad at this but still nothing comes to mind.

I hate it.
I hate it on such a deep, psychological level. As a woman, I’m a failure, I thought to myself.

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“If only I was born a male.~”

“Do you want to be a male?”

“Nah, I’d hate it.
But I can’t help but wonder if my life would have been different if I was born male.”

No point thinking about it.
Not like it’d ever happen.

“If Lady Anise was a man, would you have been the one to be engaged to me?” Euphie giggled, teasing me… but I couldn’t help but entertain the thought.
I don’t think it would have worked out, though.
After all, Euphie and I are only like this because of Al.

And how would Euphie feel then? Would I still be with Euphie, who would have been training to become queen? I thought about it for a bit but instantly concluded: no.

“If I was a man, I don’t think I would have gotten along with you as much as you did with Al.
We’re getting along now because we mesh well.
Besides, there is no such thing as ‘what ifs’.
You could dream of them, though.”

“So, in other words, it’s because Lady Anise is Lady Anise?”

“I guess?

I don’t understand what it means to ‘be yourself’.
Lately, I’ve begun to think of myself as a separate entity.

I wonder if I’ll have to keep working on my dancing.
It’s still not on the level expected of royalty.
I’m so fed up with it.
I guess it’s better than getting weird stares.
But if I can’t do it, I won’t do it!

“Shall we continue with the lesson?”

“Well then, may I have this dance, my lady?”

“I should be the one saying that to you.”

I stood up before Euphie and extended my hand out to her.
Euphie smiled and placed her hand over mine.

Although Euphie admitted not to be used to this kind of dance, we continued to practice.
Another day, Illya helped refine my rusty etiquette.
Eventually, Euphie was satisfied with my dancing.

We eventually received a letter from father inviting us to attend the banquet.
It stated the date of the party and that I would be reasserting my right to the throne.

“Sigh… It’s finally set in stone.
This sucks…”

“I believe we had a lesson regarding not to make such noises, princess.”

“Who cares! I don’t want to do this anymore! It’s not like you’ll stop me!”

“It is my job,” Illya stated in her usual nonchalant tone.
Ugh, this really was infuriating.
After all, Illya has humiliated me for so long! I won’t forgive her!

“Urgh… could you let it go just this once…?”

“I believe that would be impossible.
I am sure they will order me to stop you eventually.”

“This world is so unreasonable—!!”

I just collapse over my desk, resigning myself to a future I didn’t want.

T/N: What a troublesome chapter this was.
I ended up redoing the entire first part of the chapter as the flow was just so awkward.
It took me a few days to get a draft that I was satisfied with.
It took me around 5 days just for it! Dialogue may feel off but if you read the entire dialogue block it should make more sense who is talking.
If not, sorry.
Let me know which passages seem off and I'll try to fix it!