Chapter 2 This time, I want to relax

Her first life was spent wandering around after her engagement was called off, deprived of even the proper clothes to wear.

Fortunately, she met a peddler’s carriage, who purchased the accessories she had on her. With the money, she tagged along with the kind-hearted peddler and headed to a neighboring country.

Having been taught business as an apprentice, bought and kept books to herself, she wanted to travel the world alone and independently.

As a duke’s daughter, Rishe, has bloomed into an incomparable beauty.

She collected what she was excited about and sold them to those who wanted them. In the course of time, repeated exchanges had become a great enterprise that involved thousands of people.

She had done business with the king of a desert country and the prince of a snow country.

And when her dream in life which was to travel around the entire world was the only one left, she was embroiled in the war and was killed.

Then she found herself back to her 15th birthday, the moment where the Crown Prince broke their engagement at an evening party.

“Rishe Ilmgard Wertsner! An insidious woman like you is not worthy of being this sovereign Prince’s fiancee … I will break off my engagement with you!”

Of course, she was completely stupefied at first. Caught in a daze, the Crown Prince stared down at Rishe and was very pleased to say, “Do you feel so heartbroken calling off our engagement?”

After surveying her surroundings, everything remained the same as the past five years. Rishe stood there, dressed in a gown and accessories that would be purchased by the peddler.

She may be in the middle of a dream.

Or the past events had only been dreams.

At first, she was paralyzed like that, but she didn’t stay muddleheaded. Rishe snapped back from her reverie and took action for the ‘redo.’

In her first life, she lived as a female trader and steadily expanded her business, but she had always regretted what she had done that night.

So, the moment she was sentenced to exile, Rishe rushed home.

(Thank you, God …! Thanks to you, I can start all over from this night again!)

Rishe was sincerely relieved.

(Now….. I’m sure there’s still enough time left! I must hurry home and collect the stuff that can help me on my business from my room!!)

Visit novelhall[.]com for the best novel reading experience

This has been the only regret in her first life.

[At that time, if I had a little more fortune, I would have expanded my business sooner and achieved my dream earlier]

After complaining about it over and over again, the King of the desert, who became her best business partner, asked her, [Don’t tell me, that’s the only point you regret and wish to do all over again….?] She retorted. Yes.

When she arrived home, she took out her jewelry box and the books she had inherited from her deceased grandmother. She went to the woods where she had met that peddler, but missed meeting him, because of her trip home.

It was but a distance away but her judgement failed her, so she missed the carriage. [If I could repeat the first life all over again, on the flip side, there will be instances that never occurred in my first life.] This was what she realized then.

Thus, in that lifetime, her path to becoming a merchant was exterminated.

Good luck might be helpful in starting a business, but personal networks also play a vital role. That path would have been too unrealistic without that peddler’s acquaintance.

When she had no other choice but to sort out her luggage, she found a small medical herb catalog among her books.

It contained illustrations of exotic medicinal herbs from a country located far away. After selling her jewelry, Rishe crossed the sea with the money and began studying pharmacology.

Fortunately, her destination was one of the first countries she had stayed a long time, so she had no difficulty writing or reading and mingling with the citizens.

Rishe also retained some knowledge from her first time trading.

Having the information that some expensive herbs in some countries could be bought cheaply in that country or that an epidemic was going to be prevalent in that country around that time were quite helpful.

As a result, Rishe lived a reasonably fulfilling life as a pharmacist. It came in handy.

The challenging days of saving a sick Crown Prince in a certain country and succeeding in mass-producing rare drugs ensued with her knowledge from her merchant days.

But again, when she went to the center of the epidemic, she died.

And then, after the second time her engagement was called off, it was followed by her third life. Until the fourth time, her life ended in a quite similar manner.

Then, she watched her young lady’s happy marriage as a maidservant and dressed herself up as a man and became a knight. Every life had been rewarding and enjoyable. —- Life itself.

(But I’ll definitely die at the age of 20.)

There lies the problem.

Despite having enjoyed her life and had a lot of fun on all six lifetimes, Rishe had never lived long at least once.

Besides, she was too busy in every life to notice it.

(Though they were all fun, I would like to enjoy life at least once, at least at a leisurely pace. And of course, I don’t want to die! This time, I’ll make money within the five years first to live and enjoy life longer. Down the road, beware not to die until the age of twenty and from then on, I can enjoy a comfortable life…!)

With that in mind, Rishe rushed out of the castle.

She had to get home as soon as possible and gallop on the swiftest horse from the castle premises all the way home to pack a lot of luggage.

(Would it be faster to get down to the gardens if I climb down the trees from the balcony?)

This bright idea struck her mind and so she changed directions at once.

Rishe had been on the battlefield as a knight in her sixth life, so this kind of excitement was just like any other day.

The harshness of the battlefield wasn’t as scary as jumping from the balcony onto a tree.

However, the moment she turned around the corner towards the balcony, she suddenly barreled into something.

[Watch out.]

Her feminine shriek broke into the night as she staggered back, Rishe looked up at what was before her.