The questions flooded my mind one by one as I opened my eyes, yesterday's revelation still fresh in my mind.
"But how can that be? Aren't I in her place? The name can't just have sprouted into existence. People remember right?" I mutter to myself lying on my too soft bed that I had gotten used to over the years.
I checked every official record there was, there was no mention of the name "Elynora" anywhere. People dismiss it as, 'Oh you're an illegitimate child It's natural for you to not be in any records', but the truth is that Elynora did not exist in the first place and I, who got summoned into this world owns that identity that was created for me by some higher being of this world.
Before I could contemplate my options, I was jerked out of my thoughts by a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see the head maid and frowned. No maids were allowed inside my room, including the head maid herself so why was she here?
"My lady, the Lord wishes to have breakfast with you."
My frown got even more deep. Although I had come to terms with my father in this world over the past three years, we were nowhere close enough to be eating together, so it must be something important.
"Any idea why?" I asked lazily, hoping for a hint so I could ready myself. She tensed a bit.
"It seems the Lord has something to convey to you himself."
So no hints. Got it. I got up from the bed and stretched a bit before telling her to prepare my bath. I had gotten quite used to the ways of the nobility now. My life in the past wasn't nearly as extravagant so this was a plus.
I removed my clothes myself and entered the pool which was prepared for me to bathe in. Quite a waste of water but who cares. I started to gather my thoughts from where I left off before I was woken by the head maid.
From what I had learnt, only the fates, or the gods who existed in this world can do something on this scale. My question was why? Why pull anyone from their own world and put them in this hellhole for no reason? As much as the fantasy settings for this world was fantastic, I had no time to admire it with the ridiculous war going on.
My personal conclusion was that, either the fates and gods had decided to do something about the war and did something, and I got into here as a mistake and although I haven't found people like me in this continent, they might exist in the other continents. Only those who brought me here can get me back to my world but I had abandoned that notion long ago.
I'll stay here and wreak havoc upon those gods and fates who disturbed my peaceful life. I will get revenge no matter how hard.
With that thought in mind, I got out of the pool, went into the dressing room and called for the maids so that I could make myself look presentable for the breakfast event with the Marquis.
"Something simple today," I said as the maids pulled out a very pricey looking red dress decorated with roses. It was just breakfast afterall. I quickly changed into a simple dark green and cream coloured dress with minimal ruffles. The corset was discarded of course.
I looked at myself in the mirror for a fit check and it looked good. I looked pretty much the same as in the previous world except for my hair and eyes which had changed to light blue and gold. My reflection looked quite good. Satisfied, I turned on my heel to head to the dining hall with the servants in tow.
The butler was waiting for me in front of the hall's doors with a grim look on his face. I wondered why both the heads of the servants looked so tense since the morning but shaked it off since I'd be learning that soon anyways. Although, I was quite worried about it.
"I shall open the doors now."
"Yes," I nodded my head towards Baron, the butler.
I walked into the dining room and saw the lord sitting at the head of the table as always. I quickly walked over and took my seat next to him. I looked at the feast before me, then noticing how he had not started his meal even after I had sat down, I assumed that he had wanted to talk even before the meal.
"Is something the matter, father?" I asked in a semi concerned tone. His usual calm faced slipped a little as he opened his mouth and closed it again. I tilted my head. Now, what could have this old man so rattled? I thought as I picked up the fork, breakfast came first.
"Your brother has died a honourable death on the front lines."
My fork was promptly dropped with a clang.
I blinked twice before looking at him to see the lord looking at me solemnly. I personally felt bad for him but couldn't find it in me to empathize since I had no recollection of my brother. My focus was on a much more important thing.
How did this slip past my information network?