Chapter 1: The Reincarnation

"Leave me alone, please! I didn't... I'm not to blame."

"Oh, my, lady! What happened, and are you okay?"

I awoke unexpectedly. I opened my eyes slowly. My vision was still rather hazy.

It couldn't possibly be my mother, I reasoned.

"My lady, how are you doing? Did you had another unpleasant dream? Do you still feel sick?"

What?!

It was not at all a familiar face.

Brown eyes and ginger hair...

The woman appeared to be no older than 19 or 20. Who was it?

What on earth was she doing in my home?

Oh, wait, was it not my house?

'Where the heck am I!?'

The girl touched my forehead, I flinched.

"It doesn't look like you have a fever anymore."

My mind was still attempting to make sense of all that had suddenly happened.

"Miss shouldn't get up straight away, in my opinion; you ought to rest. I'll prepare your breakfast for you."

She went.

I took a look around the room, which was spacious and appeared opulent. decorated like a 10-year-room old's in every way.

"My fingers! They look extremely delicate and little."

In contrast to mine, which was small and uncomfortable, I didn't want to get out of bed.

I was shocked as I peered in a nearby mirror.

Petite hands and legs, bright blue crystal eyes, short sky blue hair, pink cheeks, and gentle, small lips. I was transmitted into the body of a child!

How on earth is it possible?! 

I tried to calm myself down. 

"She is very lovely and adorable…"

Am I losing my mind?

I hurt my cheek when I pinched it.

"Let's think, all right? Just yesterday morning, while I was heading to school and then-

Ugh! my he-head suddenly began to hurt."

I was in so much pain that I was unable to recall anything. My memories were all hazy.

"Again, what was my name? It can't be, not at all."

Yes, I was losing my memory.

"How did all of this happen?"

Am I still having hallucinations?

"Why did this happen to me?"

My mind was racing with thoughts.

Knock knock-

Once more, it was the girl with ginger hair.

"The breakfast is ready, Miss. Please get up; you need to eat well if you want to recover quickly. I'll assist you in getting fresh."

"I'm a little intrigued, um..."

"Miss, yes?"

"How old am I?"

"Miss, you are eight years old. Why do you suddenly ask?"

"I was simply confirming something, nothing special. Haha…!"

"Okay, here it is for you! Come on, let's get to the table quickly."

"O-ok..."

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The ginger-haired woman and I were the only people at the dining table when we arrived.

That was strange.

I figured that perhaps the owner of this body's father or mother would be there.

The dinner was excellent, and I was already really hungry.

I was stuffed.

The ginger-haired maid brought me back to my room after I finished eating my breakfast.

"Miss, I was extremely worried that you wouldn't wake up, you know. Yesterday, you were truly in a horrible state."

"Oh! I apologise for worrying you, but where is my father, my father?"

The maid remained mute and gave me a startled look, as if she hadn't anticipated my query.

"The Duke has left for a battle, Miss. I held off telling you because I didn't want you to start worrying about him. B-but don't worry, we both know he's incredibly strong and will make it back home without incident!"

"..."

I didn't knew how to feel, I wasn't his real daughter anyway...

"...Miss?"

"Ah! Yes, you're right. I'm sure he will come back safely."

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We talked a lot that day.

Slowly, I got to know that the maid's name was 'Amber' and the Duke is a very famous and strong person. When Amber and the others looked at me with suspicious eyes I acted like I lost my memory so that they would not suspect me for someone else.

I got to visit the other places of the mansion, it was big and luxurious. I was not still used in living such a luxurious life but it was fun. I was often bored alone, but Amber kept me company and we ate chocolates together.

I got to try some cute dresses too.

"Living a life like this is sure fun. But-"

There was no one else beside me other than Amber.

I didn't knew anything aboutthe duchess yet.

There weren't many maids or butlers too.

"What kind of person is the Duke?"

I often wondered.

'Was the owner of the body really happy with her life?'

'Where the owner of this body is right now?' 'How and where is my real body?'

After three weeks, Amber and I were lounging on the couch eating candy and reading books.

Amber asked,

"Why is there so much noise down there?"

There were numerous knights on horses when I peered out the window.

"Who is that man with the silver hair?" I muttered.

Tell me not that the Duke-

"The Duke has arrived at the mansion, Mi-Miss." a butler rushed in saying.