Tensei Arasaa Joshi – 001 | Sousaku – 創作

001 – Next thing I knew, I had been reincarnated.

Chapter 1: The Royal Capital and My Family Home

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"……Hmmm……"

My consciousness floats gently and slowly rises to the surface.
The soft light I feel behind my eyelids must be the morning.
The sound of people's clothes rubbing against each other as they walk back and forth in the hallway. The chirping of birds fluttering outside the window.
And the smell of baking bread.

Who's baking the bread――……?
……Did I come back to my parents' house?

Still half asleep, I roll over.
I wonder what it is. The sheets and futon covers feel different from the usual ones at home.

I slowly opened my eyes, checking the feel of the fabric against my skin, and saw a canopy I had never seen before.

――――Canopy?

"Huh! ? "

I turned my head left and right in a hurry and saw chocolate-colored wall panels on the white walls. I can see a decorative shelf with elegant white cabriole legs that complement it well.
It is very luxurious, with gold embellishments here and there.
In addition, there are drapes of cool-colored ivory and peppermint green fabric hanging from the canopy.

(Where am I! ? )

Could this be a kidnapping! ? But then I thought, who would kidnap a woman in her thirties, a woman who had passed her prime?
Nevertheless, there is always a possibility.
I'm not young for a woman, but I'm not that old either.
Everyone has their own preferences and sexual tendencies. There are people who say that women start at 35……

While thinking such a stupid thought, I checked to make sure my hands and feet were not bound――――my hands......

"Small……"

My hands, which were large for a woman, were small and white with slender fingers and neatly manicured nails.

(What does this mean……? )

Despite feeling panicked, I frantically tried to grasp the situation.

The room with thin lace curtains looked like a Western aristocratic mansion I had seen in the movies, or like a room in a luxurious hotel.
The ceiling is very high.

(I never heard anything about renovations, and there's no way this mansion is my parents' house……)

Not to mention that I live alone, so it couldn't possibly be my usual one-room apartment.
I'm at a complete loss.

When I got out of bed to check my situation, I found that I was wearing a soft white nightgown instead of the plaid pajamas I had bought on sale.

And then there's my body, which feels like it's definitely gotten smaller than I remember.
My breasts, which were surprisingly voluminous, are now flat.
When I gently placed my feet on the carpet, it was frighteningly soft.

(For now, I don't feel any pain or discomfort in my body……It doesn't seem like I was brought here by force……)

I move my feet slowly and carefully.
When I opened the door to the adjoining room, I saw a white dresser with cabriole legs, the same design as the one in the previous room.
I approached to confirm my appearance…… But looking in the mirror, I was speechless.

A childlike, plump, white, round face with slightly drooping, round, sweet eyes.
A small, well-shaped nose. Lips that are beautifully colored without any lipstick, as if they have been trained to always smile. Drawing a graceful arc――――There was a small child.

Somehow, she's a really beautiful young girl……
Her hair and eyes.

"Why are they pink……? "

Not strawberry blonde, but a clear, milky pink. Her eyes are cinnabar red.

(Ehhhhhhhhhhhh～～～～～～! ! ! ? ? ? )

"A foreigner? ? "

Actually, this color is not possible for humans, is it? A cosplay? ?
She blinked, fluttering her long eyelashes that framed her round eyes, and smacked her cheeks.

"Ouch……"

A dream? Is this real? ?
How did this happen? ? ?

"Calm down, me."

…………
Frowning at the tone of voice that felt awkward and the high-pitched words, I let out a small sigh.

When you're feeling anxious, try to calm down.
Breathe deeply and let the oxygen flow to your head. Regain your composure.

I glance at the mirror.
In front of me stood a little girl about the age of a kindergarten student, frowning and with her arms crossed.

I move my hands back and forth, jump up and down, try doing the moonwalk I practiced so much when I was in elementary school, and make funny faces.

……That's definitely 『me』.

Moving the same. Mimicking my every move.
It's not a doll or a painting, it's a living human being.

Who was I?
No matter how hard I think, I cannot remember the name I have been familiar with for thirty-three years.
Instead.

"Magnolia Gilmore."

I am Magnolia Gilmore.
That is the name that comes to mind every time I ask myself that question.
And then, one after another, countless fragments of this world's life float before my eyes.
Memories of this little child.

Did I hit my head and am now dreaming?
――Is that what they call a lucid dream?
Or have I gone mad……maybe?
It could be possible. Because it's beyond the realm of possibility!

I can't remember their names or faces, but I remember the streets of Japan, the people bustling about at work, the scenery of the four seasons, and the handlebars of a red bicycle cutting through the wind.
A supermarket where people go shopping on their days off. The daily commute on a crowded train.

The smell of my parents' house when I visit occasionally.
My neighbor's large dog.
Fragments of memories of another self that exist in my mind.

Flowers growing in my mother's flower bed.
The sound of cicadas chirping on utility poles in a suburban neighborhood.
Red dragonflies flying around in the sky during the elementary school sports day.
News reports of people slipping and falling on city streets due to sudden snowfall.

Can a child who is probably not even five years old have such fantasies?
The scenery in a video? A scene I saw on TV?

"Ojou-sama? "

With the sound of her clothes rustling softly, a woman in her fifties, slightly plump, peeks her head out from the door of the adjacent room.
I turned around with a big jump, and a woman with gentle, hawk-colored eyes, dressed in a black, seemingly tailor-made dress, smiled at me.

"You've woken up, haven't you? Good morning, Ojou-sama."

Before I can ask who, my mouth moves on its own. In a tiny, adorable voice.

"……Good morning, Rosa."

This person is Rosa. Rosa Lagray.
Magnolia's handmaiden and maid to the Gilmore family.
Memories that exist as if they were natural.

Why is it difficult to recall memories of Japan, yet the memories of a child I don't know are so vivid?
Why can I recall a pink-haired little girl and not a black-haired woman in her thirties?
Why a luxurious white-walled room instead of a small one-room apartment near the station?

Truck reincarnation.
The opening lines of a light novel I borrowed from that guy who likes light novels even though he's an adult.

That guy……What was the name of that guy who was my friend since middle school?

Reincarnated in Another World.
Transported? Summoned? Possession? Reincarnation? Taking over?
Silly ideas popped into my head and disappeared, only to reappear again and again.
I feel something cold run down my spine.

No. I didn't get hit by a truck.
I didn't fall into a river either. I wasn't even on a plane, so there's no way I crashed.
I don't remember falling down the stairs.
I wasn't drunk or sick (to the best of my knowledge).

……I just went to bed like normal.

One of the settings I read about……Awakening one day after a fever caused by illness, you remember your past life, that kind of story.
But isn't it a theory that in a previous life, there's usually some kind of “flag” like dying suddenly from an illness, dying suddenly in an accident, or being in a coma! ?
Suddenly, without warning, I'm reincarnated! ?

After being reborn as a villain, will I turn the tables using my gaming knowledge?
Negotiate with God for a laid-back life using cheats?
A chaotic quest with the hero, a beastman, and a great wizard?
Will my past life's job save the world in my new life with advanced technology?

I want to dismiss it, but it slowly creeps into my mind.

A woman in her thirties was sleeping in her room, and when she woke up, she had been reincarnated into another world.

"Hahahaha……"
A small, dry laugh escapes. My voice may have trembled slightly.

"……Ojou-sama? "
Rosa slowly approached Magnolia and stared at her curiously.

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