The Regressed Baby Princess Dreams of being a freeloader

“Eileen, do you like the gift I prepared for you?”

“Ugh… you!”

When she was imprisoned in the palace for seven long years and finally met her death, a bitter smile had slipped out at the thought that at least she would be free of that prison-like place.

She was certain that was the end.

And yet…where on earth was this?

Could it be that she, who died because of her twin brother, had been reborn as a baby angel?

“Kyaa~”

Lying beside her was someone who looked exactly like her, down to the smallest detail, except for gender.

They say the line between heaven and hell is thin line.

At first, she thought it must be some cruel trick of the gods.

“You’re my twin! So you have to be with me and only me!”

Her twin brother, the very one who once caused her death, now clung to her with obsessive intensity.

“Your Highness, you’re as beautiful as ever today. I simply can’t keep my mind straight in your presence.”
The heir to a ducal house, a young man with a face one never tired of seeing, visited her palace each and every day without fail.

“It may be a bit early, but I swear it now. I have nothing to offer you, so the only gift I can give… is myself.”

And the pitiful child she’d taken in, only out of sympathy, turned out to be the son of the Tower Master. As if that weren’t enough, he swore a knight’s oath to her.

Was it really possible for her to just sit back and enjoy the sweet, carefree life of an idle, pampered princess like this?