When I woke up, what met my eyes was the familiar ceiling of a familiar room.
I wonder how I came back. I Slowly tried to get up. What struck me was a severe headache similar to having a metal basin placed over my head and beating it with a stick.
“Aitatatata&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;What is this&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;It feels like a hangover ~”
While my eyes water up from so much pain, I fell back down onto the bed.
While organizing my head and fighting off the headache, memories from a world other than this one come back to me one after another.
So. I&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip; I have reincarnated.
Even if I say so, this is the first time I am confident that I have been reincarnated.
From an early age, sometimes I see dreams that somehow felt to be the same kind of world. However, who would think that it was from a past life.
In my previous life, I was an Oba-chan in her late 40s with a daughter in high school.
In a mediocre household as an ordinary housewife, on the way to pick up my daughter who was commuting to school I was run over by a truck.
Perhaps I died from it. I do not know if my daughter was saved because my memory of the time is fairly ambiguous. I felt like I heard my daughter’s voice. Somehow it was a good previous life naa~ because there is me who believes that is so. Probably was helped I guess.
Thus, reborn in this world&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip; thanks to Angie I was able to notice. This world, was surprisingly &h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip; it was the world of an otome game.
How a woman in her late 40s would be aware and know about otome game? Well, when my daughter played, she would report her progress, and teach me about her favourite character events.
It was somewhat annoying, since I was not interested at that time. Though now, although I am unable to say, I am thankful to my daughter.
Because&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip; in this otome game, an exceptionally miserable bad ending exists&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;