CHAPTER ONE - Plastic surgery with sinisterly sharp eyebrow clippers

CHAPTER ONE - Plastic surgery with sinisterly sharp eyebrow clippers

Ah, great. I guess I died to the Angels again? And everyone else probably did too. After reincarnating 300+ times, it was getting old. Why these loops?! Just stop at 100! really, it was enough! 

I woke up in someone else's bed. Long, straight brown hair. Milky pale skin. A warm, polished room. Gold all over. Gems too. Decorated with gold tiles, intricate murals of cupids, and even a detailed glass skyroof so that I could see. The blankets were warm and fuzzy under my manicured fingers. "Oooh. Who'd I get this time? A noble?" I said, admiring my delicate, polished fingers, but not giving a single glance to the cupid on the wall. My palms were so soft they felt like silk. Not a day of hard work in her life. After multiple years of reincarnating as dirt-poor people, I was ready for this! Ah, but a noble? My etiquette was rusty as hell. "Hopefully you'll have enough muscle memory to carry a noob like me, darling," I said to myself. With a rustle of soft cotton, I stepped out of the bed and onto the floor, which was equally polished. Smooth oak. Nice. 

I looked at the three-way mirror, then the large vanity desk. Straight brown hair, beautiful crystal blue eyes, pale skin, high cheekbones, and a good jawline. What a face! You should be on a poster, ma'am! I'd pay to see you chewing. The first thing I did was part my dark brown hair to look at the number written on my neck. 379. Check, everything looked good. The desk looked good too. Makeup, makeup, makeup. Enough for a small plastic surgery. especially with the sinister-looking sharp eyebrow clippers in the corner, I could probably do a real plastic surgery. Who was this person? before I looked around for any personal papers, diaries, or embroidered name tags, I was betting on a daughter or a duke or royal. It's good I got rich this time, but, honestly, it's always the best way to go if I had reincarnated as a nameless orphan instead. They cause the least amount of trouble, I thought as I started opening drawers. Luckily, I think I woke up earlier than usual because no one dared to knock on my door. 

"Heh. Here it is, a nice diary." I said, taking out a heavily gold-threaded diary. A bit excessive, especially the large blue diamond in the middle. It doesn't even have that many pages. What'd you want to write that bad? I thought, flipping through the pages. Unlike a normal noble, who always had the most practiced calligraphy, her writing was neat, short, and most importantly, easy to read! The easiest! But I stopped as soon as I read the first page. 

As soon as I die, everything will be solved. I don't want to think anymore. Just silence. No more problems, emotions, or any of this. 

Oh. Welp. 'I guess you got your wish in the end." I said softly. my jeering mood thrown to the wind. I quietly shut the diary, then respectfully placed it back on the shelf. 

Carefully, a maid peeked into my room. I turned. "G-Good morning ma'am!" The maid said hurriedly, and I glanced at the tray in her hands. Cereal? They had that here? Some books too. Good. 

"Leave it and go. I'm not feeling well today." I said, turning around. My manicured fingers were digging into my skin. "Of course, my lady." The maid said, leaving. I flipped through the books, marveling at the intricate designs and neat writing. It took me by surprise every time. This noble's writing. I spotted the name in the bottom corner. 

Amaria Lou Eruiop