“Have just one spoon, please. Our Princess, it’ll be really big trouble if you don’t. Please?”
“Please, Princess. Now, say ah—”
If she were to be touched, she would break. If a gust of wind were to blow, she would scatter away. That’s what they thought.
And although it’s publicly known that she had been suffering from a severe case of the epidemic until now, they had no qualms about being near her.
It was their first time seeing Ophelia, who Doah was posing as, and they were treating her as if they’d been loyally serving her for decades.
‘I’m sure it’s because they volunteered.’
She didn’t expect such a good response after she had only passed on the food that Salvier had given on his own.
‘It’s probably because Ophelia is the symbol of peace who is loved by all.’
Doah thought that as she glanced back at the maid’s desperate urging.
‘I’m reminded of Grandma.’
She was the one who raised Park Doah when Doah herself had just been waiting for death to come to her.
Of course, her grandmother didn’t flatter her like this to the point that she was babied.
“Eat. Those who live must continue to live.”
“Even if I’m alive, what’s the point of living though?”
“Don’t say that. If you treat yourself like dog shit even when you’re born with such a great name, then you really will live like dog shit.”
Even so, she was more affectionate and more gentle to Doah more than anyone else.
“My Doah, you are a spring tree. Spring is the time when flowers bloom on a spring tree. With your fate, you will have many spring trees, enough to form a forest. Wouldn’t it be nice if you can just wait for winter to pass for now?”
“Will I be able to live until then?”
“The spring tree is a symbol for strong vitality. It has taken root in the frozen soil and overcame the harsh frost of the winter. If you try to cut down a spring tree, it’s the axe that would chip away.”
Don’t worry. You’ll be stronger than anyone else.
That’s what her grandmother said.
With a conviction as though she was saying something obvious without not one shadow of doubt, Doah’s grandmother told her that she would bloom in the spring.
And so, Doah had been left waiting for the terribly long, harsh winter to pass.
She learned how to survive through the winter.
Thanks to her grandmother, Doah learned that even though it was a miserable life, there could still be a candle there that could brighten up the darkness.
‘I died before that spring came though.’
Ah, but wasn’t she alive now? And, more tenaciously than anyone else.
Fate would follow the individual’s soul¹, and even now as she was in a different body, Doah’s fate remained to be that of a spring tree.
‘Right, I must eat. I need to eat so I can live.’
She would have to survive so that she could greet the new spring—on the day that the flowers would finally bloom.
With this thought in mind, Doah slowly opened her lips.
“Oh, what a good girl. Please eat a lot.”
“Have another bite, Princess.”
“Does your stomach hurt?”
Of course though, she still couldn’t get used to this babying treatment.
While she chewed on her food, Doah nodded.
Because of the soft, ticklish atmosphere, her every move felt stiff as though she was an ungreased machine that creaked every time.
‘Why am I being so stiff?’
Perhaps because she had no immunity towards pure kindness that did now ask for anything in return.
As she was thinking about this, it was at that moment.
Knock, knock—
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door.
Knock, knock, knock—
Far from what’s customarily courteous, it was a sound that exuded a sharp temperament.
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¹ Instead of ‘soul’, the actual phrasing of it is the ‘ego’, which consciously acts and gives the body agency. But for the sake of brevity, the word ‘soul’ was used.