- 21 章コンテンツ
- レビュー結果
- NO.200+応援
Akuma, a lesbian woman, is reincarnated into the world of her favorite novel, "The Chronicles of Eldoria," as a poor, insignificant villager. She meets Zela, the wealthy and beautiful daughter of a merchant, and they form an unlikely bond. As they navigate their feelings for each other, they must also contend with the challenges of their vastly different social stations and the machinations of the novel's original characters. Will Akuma and Zela be able to overcome their obstacles and find happiness together?
Akuma's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. She rubbed her temples, trying to remember how she got there. The last thing she remembered was reading her favorite novel, "The Chronicles of Eldoria," before bed.
As she sat up, her gaze fell upon a small, dingy room. The walls were made of rough-hewn stone, and the air was thick with the smell of mold and decay. A small, barred window high up on one wall let in a sliver of sunlight, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.
Akuma's mind reeled as she scrambled out of bed. This wasn't her room. Where was she? And why was everything so... medieval?
As she stumbled around the room, she noticed a small, leather-bound book on a rickety wooden table. She picked it up, and her eyes widened as she recognized the cover.
"The Chronicles of Eldoria."
Akuma's eyes scanned the pages, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized that she was inside the book. She had been reincarnated as a side character – a poor, insignificant villager named Akuma.
Panic set in as Akuma realized that she had no control over her actions in this new world. She was at the mercy of the author's whims.
Just as Akuma was starting to hyperventilate, she heard a knock at the door. She hesitated for a moment before calling out, "Come in?"
The door creaked open, and a tall, statuesque woman with piercing blue eyes and raven-black hair swept into the room. She was dressed in fine, silk robes that seemed to shimmer in the dim light.
"Good morrow, Akuma," the woman said, her voice husky and confident. "I trust you're feeling well today?"
Akuma's eyes widened as she took in the woman's imposing presence. Who was this person, and why was she talking to Akuma like they were old friends?
"I... I think so?" Akuma stuttered, trying to play it cool.
The woman chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Akuma's spine. "Excellent. I am Zela, the daughter of the wealthy merchant, Marcellus. I've come to invite you to dinner at our estate tonight."
Akuma's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Dinner with a wealthy merchant's daughter? What could Zela possibly want with her?
As Akuma hesitated, Zela's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Come now, Akuma. It'll be fun, I promise. And who knows? Maybe we'll discover that we have more in common than you think."
Akuma's heart skipped a beat as she met Zela's gaze. There was something about the older woman's eyes that seemed to see right through her.
As Akuma nodded, accepting the invitation, she couldn't shake off the feeling that her life was about to change in ways she couldn't even imagine.
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As Akuma followed Zela through the winding streets of the village, she couldn't help but notice the way the older woman's eyes seemed to crinkle at the corners when she smiled.
It was a small, insignificant detail, but it made Akuma's heart flutter in a way that she couldn't quite explain.
As they approached the merchant's estate, Akuma's anxiety began to spike. What would the dinner be like? Would she be expected to make conversation with Zela's family?
As they entered the grand dining hall, Akuma's eyes widened in awe. The room was filled with lavish decorations, and the table was laden with more food than Akuma had ever seen in her life.
Zela's family greeted Akuma warmly, and as they sat down to eat, Akuma found herself feeling more and more at ease.
As the dinner conversation flowed, Akuma discovered that she had more in common with Zela than she initially thought. They both loved reading, and they both had a passion for adventure.
As the night wore on, Akuma found herself laughing and joking with Zela like they were old friends.
And as they walked back to Akuma's small village hut, Zela turned to her with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I'm glad you could make it tonight, Akuma," Zela said, her voice low and husky. "I think we're going to get along just fine."
As Akuma smiled, feeling a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore, she realized that this new life in the world of "The Chronicles of Eldoria" might just be more interesting than she initially thought.
