The Great Prophet Is Running From Her Previous Life ~ I Want to Live a Rose-Colored Life After Being

Now I am the one who will be in the country's heaviest town as the foremost prophet, but I was originally an orphan.

At the age of 8, when he was about to become a human distruster, he turned to houses of friends and acquaintances, and was found to have the qualities of a prophet in a magical due diligence survey of the country.

I can't trust any adult. But I've learned enough to get tired of the way adults prefer to stand around. I live by myself. Make the most of this opportunity. I won't let anyone despise me anymore. I'll give them all back.

And I met that man at the royal castle, which had risen as a prophet candidate.

All of a sudden I was beaten up.

"Fufufu, you should enjoy your ambition even more. Aim for the top anyway."

I was playing a good girl with honors without giving up on her inner depression, so I advised her to be ridiculous. But you don't deny me. I don't even talk about the smell of sermons. Just let me go, just be funny and stir me up.

The great prophet, who is more dear than the king, is an unimaginable stranger. Even though he knew everything with great knowledge, he was such an idiot that he couldn't help it.

I was a disciple, but I said, "Do whatever you want. How do you train what you're born with? 'On the contrary, I hardly ever learned anything as a prophet.

Instead, I always felt like I was playing with my children. Anyway, I couldn't grow up, and I never won in "Shogi". Rather than Master, General Kiki. Or it was like an older sister. As for my mother, it was too messy.

When he fished in the pond in the garden of the royal castle, he was angry with the prime minister; when he hid in the Capitol, he was scolded by the prime minister; after all, the prime minister struck a huge thunder by competing for who could put a piece of paper on the back of the prime minister, saying, "Mutsukube".

You skip your studies and play around, play a prank, run away, get caught and scolded, and get cleaned up. The great prophet, who also teaches at school, cuts our lead.

The boring obsession in me disappeared somewhere while I was being forced to do something that I could not do when I was young. Crazy, stupid, bullshit. I just started polishing myself for myself.

I had a lot of trouble, but it was more fun.

Master has a very intense pretense width. Usually it was a joke, but during national events, I attracted the King's people with charismatic dignity, mysterious beauty, deep knowledge and education.

But I knew about the prophet's eggs. Neither of them is the true image of the master. I felt somewhere in my heart that there was a face that others could not see. Someone who looks clear and very complicated.

Still, someone who saved my life, my heart.

On academic and training days, I was looking forward to entering the school because my master was a teacher. Because we can be together in the castle and outside. Must be fun.

The excitement of waiting for school life is more than I expected. The teacher with a clear face was strange and different from everyday life. What I was doing was as much a joke as ever.

But it also ended in about a year.

I can't believe that Master died in an accident!!

Something bad is about to happen to this country in the near future - Master told me the other day that the prophecy came down. And maybe it had something to do with it. Otherwise, the Master cannot avoid the disaster that will befall him.

Master realized that he was not committed to his life. Still, even if it was a result of accepting destiny, I wanted you to stick to it alive even if you turned against it. I wanted to be with you more...!

I wanted Master to see your own funeral. I wanted you to know how much you were spared and loved. The Prime Minister, who was always fighting, had a chest ache in his stupidity.

And I wanted your friends, and your children, and those who were saved, to see and know their thoughts. Deeper, that which thou couldst have blindfolded.

I wonder if that would have stopped you alive.

Neither can I give the Prophet an answer. I'll just have to move on to fill your chipped hole. Aware of the holes in your heart.

So when I found you on the stage of the Harvey Awards ceremony, I was stunned from the bottom of my heart.

I struggled to catch tears that were about to become zero.

I can meet my master again. I can walk next door. I went to see him with joy and courage.

But Master won't come back to me. I was disappointed. I thought you'd like to hang out with me again.

I have no choice but to convince myself that we should be satisfied even if we are reunited. Better than never being out of reach again.

Besides, I don't want to force my master, who has already completed the life of the great prophet, to spend his life in distress again. This is my turn.

Master is also trying to change himself in this new life. It was at Lord Gideon's funeral that I felt strongly.

When it was painful, the master was blindly beaten. Julius relies on you from the bottom of his heart without repairing his heart. [M] Tristan's arms are holding him defenseless and sweet. He waves his hands to his friends with a heartfelt smile.

A sight unlikely in the previous life - but the hunch was already there from the day we met again.

Last year, when I saw Prince Chiaran dancing from afar, I was honest. The master was open to others. It's not fake.

My current mentor is different than before. I don't feel as strong a wall as before. No, I'm trying to break down a wall in my heart that I couldn't do anything about.

It was a good motive for me to endure my master's peaceful daily routine by secretly exchanging letters.

It wasn't until a year later that we finally met.

It was an important time for both of us, but I didn't expect Roxanne to bother me with it...!

I was angry, but I could understand the feeling of her crying. But I wanted a hug, too. I'm still angry.

Roxanne, do you realize the value of Master calling you "you"? The master is a person who clearly switches attitudes depending on the other person.

Except for friends like the Prime Minister and Lord Gideon, they only called us apprentices! The students were always "you." Besides, since it was a person with no gaps, I never let anyone, male or female, touch it without permission. I can't believe you're hugging me like that. Oh, I'm so angry!

The wall is getting thinner and thinner. I miss you a little, but I'm happy.

My master, who saved my heart, finally moved to save my heart.

As far as I can tell, the Prime Minister already knows about Master. I think there are a few others.

Everyone loves their master and wishes him a happy life.

I want people who think purely of you to know that you are surrounded someday.