Staring at the race of canopy dripping from overhead, one person in bed, Alicia, decided to sort the situation out.
Note that King James and Chief Constable Henri Fourier, who were in the room until earlier, are not already in this room when they hear Alicia say they want to rest. There was a lot I wanted to ask both of you, but apparently Alicia was the only one who found the status quo odd, and if you asked her a bad question, Alicia was the one who was going to find it odd.
But it was right for Alicia to make time to be cool once and for all.
Firstly, the first major finding was that Alicia must have been a 10-year-old girl. Must be, I mean, the moment I woke up, my memories were cloudy, but if I thought calmly, I was just a princess who turned 10 last month.
So what was the sight I saw just before I woke up in bed? If Alicia had consulted a third party, someone would have said, "It's just a dream. Never mind," I would have replied.
Anyway, since about noon yesterday, Alicia had a high fever and fell asleep. Thanks to this, his consciousness was blurred, and he fell asleep to lose his mind as the doctors and the maids burned him to look after him. If you think you've had all those bad aftertaste dreams as a result, you'll get through.
But Alicia was sure.
That's not just a dream or anything.
That one, memory. It happened to me a long time ago.
(This is so weird...)
With a lovely face on her face, Alicia stared behind the lid.
A tragic event that struck me in my dreams. Neither the surrounding environment nor the incident, Alicia, who has just turned 10, can remember herself. Nonetheless, Alicia knew that night of revolution.
Precisely, I remember. How dare you forget so intense a memory, I even doubt it. Even though once it rises, the feeling of blood being lost and the fear of your whole body dissolving in eternal darkness will float in real life, as it did yesterday.
Anyway, I once died.
And again, I live the same life.
(... Oh, already! The more I think about it, the more misty it seems)
Why, am I alive when I'm supposed to be dead?
For what, are you following the life that should have been over again?
Too little information anyway to dispel those doubts. Alicia tried to recall how she had come to celebrate the night of the revolution - which, for convenience, she decided to call 'previous life'. But no matter how much I twist my head, it doesn't come to mind at all except the sights and knowledge that came back to life in my dreams.
This is more than a "refreshing reminder" problem. That is to say, in the future ahead, we will be feathers at death like that again.
If I had memories of my previous life, I would also be able to pick my anxiety buds one by one and avoid the future. Unfortunately, however, Alicia only has the memory of a "night of revolution". That being said, it is clear that if we do not strike anything with our hands as such, we will die the same way on top of each other.
(Oh, I'm so sorry about that!
In despair, Alicia twisted herself on the bed. If it was enough to return to such a miserable end, it would have been better to have lost your life forever.
Do you have any leads? Anything trivial is fine.
The door was knocked modestly as Alicia tried hard to keep her memory handy.
"Much, it looks like you've gotten better at adding and subtracting. When you woke up in the morning, you were quite distracted."
Beside the samurai Anni and Martha preparing a meal, Chief Minister Henri Fourier lay her hands on Alicia's forehead and told her to relieve herself.
Secretary Fourier was once Alicia's late mother, or Marquise with the Queen's room, an ancient stock with long royal service. He was a man of little affection but impartiality, and a core attitude that penetrated the broad knowledge and righteousness that now passes through the East and West had gained thick trust from kings and other female officials.
Speaking of which, Alicia blurred back that she never saw the figure of Chief Fourier on the night of the revolution. But I don't even know if I just didn't see it, or if it was after I already quit serving in the royal palace. It's inconvenient to have only a small part of your memory to make.
"Because then, after I had a terrible dream. Wasn't I?
"Yes, you blued this far to see if the high fever didn't pull off"
When I put in the subtle exploration, Madam Fourier nodded without a bare gesture of much concern. Apparently, this brilliant female chief convinces Alicia of the upset caused by her recovery of her memory because of her significant physical impairment.
Alicia mumbled and carried to her mouth the bread porridge that Ani had prepared for her. To be honest, anxiety about the waiting future is heavy on my chest, I have no idea about appetite, etc. But by forcibly swallowing the meal, at the same time, he kept the memory of his dreams in his chest.
I have no doubt that Madam Fourier is a person I can count on, but it is difficult to say that she is a accommodating person. Assuming Alicia has revealed herself about the fateful day to come, the chief woman will probably think that Alicia's mind has gone weird.
It's not just the female chief. When she was conceiving in bed, "I can't strike anyone about my memory of my previous life," Alicia had cemented her resolve. After all, I don't think you can believe me, and it's not a good idea to say things you can't explain yourself well in the first place.
As Alicia swallowed the porridge, which felt heavy as lead, even as she pretended to be calm, the chief woman frowned at the care.
"Although the fever has dropped, you may still be tired from last night. For tonight's ceremony, Alicia will be absent."
"Ceremony? Uh, what ceremony could it have been today?
Being poked in the void, Alicia tilted her neck. The female chief apparently anticipated such Alicia's reaction, to which she replied without staring.
"It's a solace ceremony for our mission to Aardar, where we're returning home today. Since only the nobles of the country are invited, Your Majesty also says that you do not need to attend until you have pressed for malaise. All this time, let me agree with that too."
Well, if it was a ceremony of such content, it wouldn't have been in the corner of my memory with reason. Originally, Alicia doesn't like places where many people come together, such as the royal palace ceremony. Because he lost his mother at an early age, the king also had a sweet spot for himself, and he rarely attended unless it was a big ceremony involving diplomacy from another country.
"Then sweeten your father..."
Alicia felt her breasts squeeze as she tried to loosen her expression.