How comfortable. I don't think I've ever slept on such a soft bed before. It smells good in here too. A semi-weak strawberry scent is wafting the room. How nice.
I move my body a bit and feel a little different. My arms feel lighter and I'm not as stiff as I used to be. I also feel nimble and younger. I sit up on the bed and the covers lightly fall off me.
I remember that I died at the hands of an unknown power and then something spoke to me in my mind. An ear-piercing voice spoke to me as I was swallowed by the darkness engulfing everything around me. I can only assume that voice was one of the mythical creatures known as fairies. There's no other explanation for what is happening right now.
There are stories that fairies are actually demons with incredible power and their control over Alm can do unimaginable things. Was I really reincarnated? Could the words it spoke be true? Will I be able to be with the love of my life?
Looking at these small gentle hands, that demon or fairy, or whatever, really helped me. I can't believe it. I should have asked for its name. I remember the conditions it gave me before I was suddenly reincarnated. However, my cursed friend, there's one thing I have to do before I start helping you out. I hope you don't mind waiting a bit longer.
I'm a little reluctant to get off this comfortable bed, but I have to make sure she sleeps in this comfort tonight. I won't let her suffer a day longer. If I'm not wrong, the demon brought me back to a time when she was still an orphan living in the slums. I don't know whose body this is, but to be able to take over it is nothing short of a miracle.
I looked around the room and noticed a mirror.
I suppose my parents are pretty wealthy nobles. Looking at this room, and especially this mirror adorned with gold and rubies, I must at least be the daughter of a scholar. I don't remember this girl from any of my memories, but a lot of my memories feel hazy. Well, I guess the girl in the mirror is now me.
But that demon really is too nice. How old even am I? From the looks of it, I must be 7 or 8 years old. What a perfect age to come back to. Since my parents are well-off, training should start soon. Even though I'm currently a cute little girl, my orange-red eyes are pretty scary. At least they make my white hair stand out.
This really feels like a dream… I feel so elated. I can already feel Alm inside my body and I can also feel my emotions stirring inside of me. First, I have to find my future and dear little wife. I promise to let you run wild. She was known for being a tyrant and also for her destructive power. Even so, she helped me and was kind to me. A nobody. I chased her around until she finally acknowledged me and we became friends. But I couldn't break the ice that incarcerated her heart. But this time, I'll be there from the beginning. I'll let you paint the world you want, whether you want to plaster it with death and blood or not, doesn't matter to me. As long as we are together, nothing else matters.
But first, I have to go pick you up.
"Miss? Are you awake?"
Miss? Oh. That's me. Perfect timing as well.
"Please come in." She must be my personal maid. Time to set out. "There's a lot to do today, gather a few guards and pack lunch for two people. Make sure to add extra meat for one of them."
With an almost soundless creak and heavy twist of the heavy door knob, a worried looking maid came in. She seems to be in her late teens, maybe early 20s.
"Miss? Why are you out of bed? I told you to wait for me to help you. And what do you mean to gather some guards? Are you planning to go out?"
Hm? Are all personal maids like this? Why is she questioning everything I said? She looks pretty timid with her light brown eyes and blond hair. Wait… what's her name? I should know this, right? Huh?! I can't recall anything?! How did I not notice this sooner?! Is this the demon's doing?! Why can I only recall some of the memories of my past and a few things about my beloved? Wait, this is already more than I could ask for. As long as she's there, what good are old memories?
"M-miss are you okay? What's wrong?"
Oops, I might've made a scary or pained face just now. I need to control my emotions better.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, everything is okay. Please prepare the things I asked you first, I'll get changed while you sort things out. We'll be going out to the city to pick someone up."
"I can't let you get changed by yourself, if you were to get hurt I'd get in troub-"
I grabbed the comb that was on the table next to the mirror, reinforced it with Alm and threw it next to the maid's face, causing her to flinch and puncturing the open door behind her.
"It seems you didn't hear me. Go and prepare so we can set out as soon as possible." I realized the power of Alm was flowing through my body, but I lost my temper too quickly. Is this also the demon's doing? Are my emotions being affected?
"O-of course, right away, miss!"
Alright then, time to get dressed. Wait, what if she's cold when I find her? I'll bring her a soft blanket and some shoes. Should I bring a sweater too…? Maybe some warm towels? …. What else could she need!? What should I bring with me!? I don't have time for this! I'll just bring a few essentials!
As soon as I finished getting dressed and packing a bag with warm towels, shoes, socks, and medicine, I walked out of my room and headed down the hallway the maid from earlier ran to. Seeing the decorated hallway and the living room I soon entered, I realized how rich my parents were. I shouldn't worry about money for the time being, but I have to find a way to make a lot of money so we can be independent.
"Is everything ready? Did you prepare the lunches?"
As soon as I saw the maid from earlier, I asked her as I tossed a bag towards her.
"Let's go. We're going to the slums in the inner city." I walked outside and had the maid carry the lunches and clothing bag with her.
Even the outside of this massive house looks nice. Is that marble? I think this entire house is made out of marble. That's crazy. The carriage outside the gate is being pulled by two weird creatures. I forgot what they're called, but they look expensive. Regardless, I hope the inside of the carriage is comfortable. I brought an extra soft pillow for her to sit on, just in case it's a bit bumpy. I prepared for anything that might happen!
From the very corner of my eye, I can see two guards talking to each other. Are they the messengers hired by my parents? They seem to be trying to not be conspicuous, idiotic. Are my senses just really heightened? I can't hear what they're saying, but the fact that I noticed them is already weird.
"Miss, we'll arrive shortly, but who are we going to go pick up there? Did your parents ask you to do this?" The maid asked as she loaded the bag I gave her into the carriage.
"No, we're going to go pick up my future wife and the new lady of the house."
"Huh?"
I heard a thump and saw that my personal maid tripped over herself and hit her shin on the carriage steps. Her eyes were filled with anxious shock and her expression was pained as she pressed on her shin. Why is this maid so clumsy?
"Do your parents know about this?"
"They'll know eventually. Now hurry up and get on. Stop dawdling."
With a despondent look on her face, she got up and closed the carriage door.
Now then, my little wife, I'll be there soon.