The Resurrected Evil Prince Decided to Start an Experiment of Love

to work for my brother.
However— now I realized that it was just a right that came with my title, and it wasn’t my worth.
After my brother was gone, I was truly alone.

(Ah… it really makes me feel dispirited.)

Furrowing my eyebrows deeply, I remained frozen for a while.
Then I stretched my arms and turned my head.

At that moment, my eyes suddenly met with my reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall.

“Being loved, huh…”

As I mumbled those words, I heard the sound of something falling to the carpet with a thud.
Wondering what it was, I turned around and saw Marie standing there with a face as if she had seen a ghost.
Then she asked me a question.

“Huh, What? What~~~?! W-w-what happened to you, Your Highness Nagi?”

Whether it be Marie, Mika, or my brother, today they all asked me if something had happened or if there was something wrong with me.
But that was the question I wanted to ask the most.
What in the world had happened? Perhaps after I sleep and wake up in the morning, my consciousness might return to my charred state.
Well, if my consciousness did return to my charred state, it feels like the beginning of a new ghost story.

In any case, now that I’m here, it might be a good idea to hear what others have to say.

“What would you do if you want to be loved by someone who hates you?”

Eventually, Marie’s face turned pale, at this rate I might have to call a doctor.
But, as I stared at Marie’s round glasses and looked into her round brown eyes, a lot of sweat began to pour down her face, and with a face that looked like she was dying, she said,

“I’m sorry, but the destructive power of your face is extraordinary, could you please not look at me?”

“What?”

What a rude maid to say such a thing to me, her master.

Marie said “Excuse me for a moment”, and touched my forehead.
It seemed like I didn’t have a fever, and she said “Hm?” while tilting her head.
I was perfectly normal, except for the fact that my consciousness seemed to have inadvertently returned to five years ago.

“What happened to you, Your Highness Nagi? By wanting to be loved, do you mean romance?”

It’s not about romance.

But, it made me wonder if wanting to be loved is the same thing in a broader sense.
I glanced at Marie, then it struck me.
Marie is a woman, I wonder if there are times when she falls in love and wants to be liked by that person.

“Did you do something to attract males? Like carrying around a salmon maybe?”

“…..What, males? I don’t really understand what you’re saying, but I sensed that you’re making fun of me… Are you really talking about romance after all?! I can’t believe it!”

“No.
I want to have them in my palm.”

“Uh oh… it was about something darker than I thought.
Hmm, let’s see… Ah, that’s right! Please wait a moment.”

Marie, looking somewhat excited, went out into the hallway and returned a short time later.
Seeing the book in her hand, my already expressionless face lost even more emotion.
What Marie happily showed me was a romance novel.

And then, with sparkling eyes and a bashful manner, Marie said,

“Ta-da! This is ‘Matchless Villainous Woman, The Demonic Beauty’.
When I read this, it made me wonder if she’s as beautiful as Your Highness Nagi.
I just finished reading it, so I will lend it to you.”

No, like I said, —I’m trying to avoid the “evil burned at the stake ending” here.