&h.e.l.lip; Unbelievable.
I, Cristea Ellisfeed has recalled the memories of my past life&h.e.l.lip; moreover, it seems that in my past life, I was a resident of a country called j.a.pan in a different world&h.e.l.lip;!
Because I have recalled the memories of my past life, the shock of the information volume caused the eight years old me to suffer from fever and I have stayed in bed for a few days&h.e.l.lip; no, was that perhaps a developmental fever, I wonder&h.e.l.lip;
I, who finally recovered from the memory confusion and high fever could afford to slowly think about my past life.
&h.e.l.lip; Just kidding~ I have completely recalled it all!
My past self was a j.a.panese. A downtown living office lady. Light novel loving and a slight otaku? I mean, in this chaotic situation, my first thoughts were「Ah&h.e.l.lip; is this the so-called different world reincarnation&h.e.l.lip;? The world-famous light novel thing!!!?」after all.
The memories of Cristea who just became eight years old and the memories of my past life are still somewhat chaotic, it was as if I suddenly remembered something I forgot all at once and even now, I’m still feeling giddy and unsteady.
Why did my past self die again&h.e.l.lip;?? If I’m not mistaken, I went on my way from work into a supermarket to buy ingredients for takoyaki, so I could eat to my heart’s content when I returned home! Ah, while I was feeling all merry a car has&h.e.l.lip; rammed into me&h.e.l.lip;
They couldn’t save me from that, huh&h.e.l.lip; dispirited. Otousan, Okaasan, everyone must have been sad&h.e.l.lip; I’m sorry for being unfilial.
It was instant, so I have close to no memory of the pain.
While I was revisiting the place that was the end of my past life, my personal maid Miria arrived.
「Cristea-sama, how do you feel? You don’t seem to have a fever anymore, however&h.e.l.lip; you don’t seem well」
Miria said worriedly while putting her hand on my forehead. Her chilly hand felt pleasant.
「No, I’m fine now. Thank you for nursing me」
When I smiled and tried to get out of the bed, Miria stopped me.
「You mustn’t. Please, rest for a little longer」
She said it with a tone as if she were saying “No!” but I clearly understand her concern. The seven years older Miria is like my reliable older sister. She’s a bit&h.e.l.lip; no, she’s considerably overprotective though.
「Fufu, I understand. Miria is p.r.o.ne to worrying after all. I’m thirsty, get me some water please」
「Certainly. Isn’t your stomach empty? Should I bring you soup or something?」
While asking such, Miria poured water from a jug that was placed on a side table into a cup and handed it over to me.
「Yeah. Please do that」
When taking a sip, I tasted a light aroma of refres.h.i.+ng citrus.