The first thing jumping into my eyes when I woke up was a dark, deserted room. While vacantly looking around me, I realized that Iāve been sleeping and dreaming for a long time.
Was it one of those dreams you have when still half-asleep? ā¦Wait, a dream? Was it actually one? A dream of dreaming how I woke up here and now.
My memories from having lived as a different person in another world donāt cover everything from my birth to my death, but itās got to be a dream, right?
I feel like something happened right before I woke up, butā¦hmm, I canāt remember. Instead Iām remembering a reality I donāt really want to remember.
āāIām being hated by the people living here, in this world.
The me of this world is called ćIndra Springcoatć . I was born into a fairly rich family, but at the same time itās an environment not allowing me to capitalize on that affluence whatsoever.
The fact of a five-years-old girl (me) waking up in her bed all by herself in a dark room speaks a tale for itself, Iād say.
Of my parentsā¦I donāt really want to call them parentsā¦of the man and woman, who seem to be my biological creators, the woman has already died. She hated me to such an extent that it made me wonder why she gave birth to me in the first place. While alive she kept showering me with insults, and died always waiting for the man who seems to be my biological father.
In other words, the man didnāt give a damn about the woman. But why did he have a child with her if he didnāt care about her anyway? I mean I wouldnāt have been born if they didnāt have sex with each other, would I? Maybe he lost out to his sexual desires?
The man had another lover, and for most of the time he stayed at her place, but when my biological mother died, so did his lover, or so I heard. Thus he came back to this mansion. With the child he made with his lover in tow.
His loverās daughter is roughly my age. But, who cares. That part doesnāt matter anyway.
The man loathes and abuses me while dotting on his loverās daughter. My biological motherās dislike also included hatred, but that man seems to genuinely hate me.
His loverās daughter doesnāt appear to hate me, but neither does she sympathize with my situation. Accepting the love and care sheās receiving as natureās law, she seeks the same from me. Sheās a girl whoās way too thick-headed for her own good, always going at her own pace. She doesnāt seem to understand the concept behind thoughtfulness either.
The man is a noble, and of course the same applied to the woman who gave birth to me. The lover and her daughter seem to be commoners, and so theyāve never learned manners. Thatās why the manās lover could never enter the mansion up until her death, but her daughter is a nobleās child, allowing her to come here.
And yet she keeps getting embarrassed because she doesnāt know proper etiquette. And because Iām the one getting blamed for her lack of manners, I donāt want to have anything to do with her.
Wouldnāt it just be fine for her to learn manners if she doesnāt want to lose face? In my case, the woman who seems to be my biological mother drove manners into me (physically), obviously to vent her resentment, so Iāve mastered it!
Although the problem would resolve itself if she learned it in a similar way, that man doesnāt even try to teach her manners, though I donāt know whether itās because he finds it too troublesome or some kind of abuse play by pretending to dote on her.
No, maybe itās an abuse of sorts against me? Is he not teaching her manners so that he can blame me for her lacking manners?
ā¦Probably the me, who lived here until seeing that dream of another world, has been relentlessly cornered until she fell ill. And then she saw that dream, and I woke up.
She gave up.
My dream self didnāt experience that much love from her parents either, but despite that, her situation was much better than mine. Yep, it was not as bad, but my dream self still thought, āIām going to become independent and live by myself as quickly as possible!ā
The current me has decided the same. Iām going to quickly leave those annoying people around me in the lurch, become independent, and live by myself!
Going by the fact that Iāve been born into nobility, Iāve got barely any choice in selecting a marriage partner. Thus, if I stay here, Iāll most likely get married off to some guy as a convenient pawn for that man.
But!
Go to hell!
Iām going to cast away my noble self. I mean itās not like Iām living the life of a rich girl right now anyway.
ā¦But in this world it looks like my life as a plain child and woman is going to take place at the bottom of society. Thus Iāll train myself to become strong and sturdy. Iāll earn my money by turning my body into my capital. After all, I do possess the knowledge of another world.
I donāt know how much use that knowledge is going to be in this world, but the otherworld me had studied swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat. She seems to have been quite the hotblooded person.
Also, magic arts exist in this world!
So it seems!
Uwweeeehh!
Fantasy!
Even if I ask that man, heāll probably not allow me to study anything. Iāll have to obtain everything through self-study, but whatever. Iāll study, build up my stamina, and freely use my otherworld knowledge to improve my body and mind.
Itās not like Iām planning to take the world or anything. For the otherworld me itāll be all fine as long as she can live normally. Moreover, I donāt want to be anywhere near sources of stress. If I remember correctly, work-related stress was the main cause for my otherworld self to damage her health and fall illā¦
I get up from my bed.
ā¦Itās quite a hard bed, isnāt it?
A mattress has been placed on a wooden stand, and a sheet has been spanned on top of it.
ā¦At least a futon would be really niceā¦ Well, if you can get a cheat for something like that, Iād love to have it.
But, Iām still only five years old. Right now I must strengthen my foundation!
I stand up and look around me.
Yep, no oneās here.
Originally I had a personal maid, but after that man came back, he took everything from me. And after giving all of it to his loverās daughter, he attached a single, newcomer maid to me.
Given that sheās a new maid, she would originally receive training by starting from miscellaneous chores, and after assessing her aptitude when she had accumulated a certain level of experience, sheād have been assigned to the mistress of the house or her children for the rest of her time here, but all of these steps were skipped and she was chosen to stay at my side.
Of course, itās way beyond her ability. Not to even mention aptitude, she hasnāt even gone through proper training.
But, her being unable to perform her duties isnāt seen as that manās responsibility, who assigned the new maid, but as mine. Itās being turned into wonderful material for abuse by claiming that itās my instructions and teachings that are at fault here.
No longer! I wonāt have that!
The me from that time has already died. The current me is a combination of a five-years-old body and an adult mind who possesses knowledge from another world!
ā¦Though, to be honest, I donāt remember my age in the other world. I really wonder, how long have I been alive over there?