When Hannah first opened her eyes, she thought she was hallucinating. She had expected to be greeted by the familiar sight of modern-day Earth, not what seemed to be Earth in the middle ages.
From her lowered vantage point, she stared at the ramshackle, grass-thatched huts dotting her surroundings. And then her gaze paused on the men and women striding past her.
"Why are their clothes...and their hair...?" She stuttered in perplexity. Everyone's hair was snow-white. From the men to the women to the children, all of them had white hair.
Furthermore, their garments were thin and exposing, especially the women's. Hannah's face paled as she gazed at a lady who only donned a thin clothe that only covered...well, her bits.
She shut her eyes and sighed. That little boy must have tricked her. Surely, she shouldn't have trusted a kid claiming to be a Grim Reaper.
Had her head been okay when she believed everything that brat said?
Nope. Not at all. Maybe her mind had been affected by the shock of dying? Possibly. That makes total sense!
Eh, not that her soul had a head, but who cares about that?
Anyways, where was she? Who were these white-haired, erotically-attired people?
Just as she was deeply pondering this, she heard swift footsteps behind her as well as a man's worried voice.
She looked behind her from where she was seated(A.K.A the ground), and her gaze fell on four men who obviously had white hair.
Though these people wore basically nothing, she couldn't disagree that they were quite some eye candy. The men were well-built with solid muscles and the women might as well have been fairies, with their fair skin and hourglass figures.
"Ah, what am I thinking now?" Hannah thought as she now centered her eyes and thoughts on the unfamiliar people approaching her.
The man at the lead had blue eyes. His eyes reflected his deep concern as he paused before Hannah. "El digoxin wer fuyten ghui," he said. Hannah gave the blue-eyed man a look of "speak English, dude". However, he didn't get the message apparently.
He leaned forward and PICKED her up into his arms, his gaze softening.
Hannah was appalled. How strong is this handsome, blue-eyed fortress of muscle? He was able to pick her up as though she was as light as a feather!
She stared at the unfamiliar man's smiling visage as he began striding to a nearby hut which was the largest in the vicinity. The other three men followed closely behind, and Hannah didn't fail to notice the class distinction between them. The macho fella carrying her must be their superior.
Speaking of which, she must have become younger and smaller, now that she had been reincarnated against her will. Judging by her size, she must be...less than a year old?
"..."
"Rein fahter schwein der?" The macho, blue-eyed man who was carrying her sputtered some gibberish that vaguely resembled a question. He was looking at her, so that meant he was speaking to her.
Hannah couldn't even gather the energy to make a "speak English you dimwit" face. That's because she fainted(literally, she did), causing alarm to everyone around her. Blacking out came as a surprise to her as well. She suddenly felt incredibly dizzy, as though she was sitting in a jet that was constantly flipping in the airspace—that's how torturous the dizziness was.
As her vision blackened, Hannah muttered an expletive to the blond boy(who was possibly a Grim Reaper). "Damn cute brat... No one told me you can be swindled when you die..." And then she officially fainted, the blue-eyed man UNHELPFULLY shaking her body and shouting palaver.
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Oh, shut up! This voice in her head kept on spouting gibberish thus Hannah was plagued by the need to tell the mechanical voice to shut its beak.
Was there any need to cause an innocent girl who was swindled after death any more pain?
"Ready for what? Also, does that mean that I'll be able to communicate with the people of this world?" Hannah asked the voice in her head, pushing aside any doubts about her sanity.
"You really like asking if I'm ready, don't you? I'm reckoning that you just like asking that?" Hannah questioned helplessly, but she unexpectedly garnered a response.
"...Oh," Hannah might have checked if her ears were crammed with wax, were she not unconscious. "Did you just say that you want to 'annoy the hell out of me'?" She asked uncertainly.
"Oh, must be the effects of dying," Hannah concluded. As she was conversing with the mechanical voice, consciousness began to return to her. She could now feel her limbs, stubby due to her age, and her eyes.
She opened her eyes and the darkness was slowly vanquished and replaced by sight.
She first perceived a man's voice, mild and warm yet also sweet like honey: "The Lord has awoken."
"The 'Lord' must be me," Hannah thought to herself groggily, as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. She was inside what appeared to be a hut. The ceiling was a finely incorporated mix of sticks, mud, and leaves. "Ah, very original," she commented inwardly about the ceiling that looked like it might collapse at any moment.
She was lying on a hard surface. Eyeing her fingertips, she noticed that she was on a sisal mat. But basically, she was lying on the ground. That explained why her back was paining.
Then, finally, her mind registered the dozen or so (white-haired and erotically-attired) people crowding the hut, staring at her with concerned visages.
"Our Lord, are you alright?" Someone inquired, breaking the odd silence. Immediately upon this inquiry, several other people piped up in the room, asking if she was okay or if she needed anything. They all addressed her as 'Lord'. How very strange. She was certain she was female so shouldn't they have instead called her 'Milady' or 'Empress'?
Eh... Hannah vaguely sensed that there was a problem with her line of thinking. However, she shoved aside her meaningless doubt and focused on the elderly, white-haired man who was now striding towards her(whose back was still hurting!).