Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

That day, Ryoko Hayakawa's life ended.

She was an ordinary woman everywhere.

The family is a family of five parents and two sisters, who have a strong sense of responsibility because of their eldest daughter, but also a normal appearance anywhere without any noticeable talent.

The only difference with the average person would be that he loved games, comics and novels since he was a kid and couldn't get out of them.

He was over thirty when he realized with a severe geek that he was more enthusiastic about the game than he was about attending a comic book coffee, and that he would prioritize queuing up and winning a trophy in comics rather than enjoying the summer ocean than being married.

"My boyfriend doesn't come out of the screen.

When they asked me about the marriage, I said to my eldest daughter, who was right in the face, my parents said, "Oh, no more of this girl." He realized in many ways.

When my relatives asked me the same thing, I said, "I don't have anybody in the world I like." Ryoko smiled sadly and showed her.

"Because it's a two-dimensional thing," he added as he tongued in his mind at his bad-looking relative, eating a big eyeball from his mother at a later date. Fortunately, her mother's fist bones no longer contain matchmaking attacks by relatives.

She worked as a clerk at the headquarters of a certain listed company. Because it earned a little more than the same age, I also thought about old age. In the late twenties, I took out a loan to a place close to my parents' house and bought a condo.

I wasn't willing to marry or deal with them and while I was looking to pay them off early, in case I was going to marry, I could live as a couple or sell them, and I enjoyed the relaxing life of one person while looking to my parents and my old age.

While prioritizing my hobbies, I found the company's work clerical but rewarding. I grew up with juniors. At some point, I got a bureau position. While I was being held by other departments to tear up the juniors that I grew up with, I grew up again for a full day. I never doubted that this life would last until retirement.

But the unusual routine abruptly ends.

The day before my thirty-fifth birthday, when I finished overtime and went out of the office, it was a heavy rainfall in Guerrilla, even though winter was still that far rather than deep in the fall. It was cold and the sight was poor, and the rain was so noisy that it could be pounded to determine the ground.

"The weather forecast said it was light rain.

Ryoko leaks her sigh while removing her favorite folding umbrella from her bag. Morning weather forecasts showed a low chance of precipitation, which was forecast to stop as soon as it descended, but it's off the hook.

(It's also my hand that the rain lodging is going to have dinner somewhere, but I have some errands that I can't take off today... Azuma the Rain.

Yes, Ryoko leaks a small sigh as she gets fed up inside. Today is not the only day for Ryoko that means the day before she is thirty-five years old. Ryoko has been waiting, if I may be specific, for the launch date of the new maiden game for more than six months.

Yet overtime is spared. I usually don't work overtime, ignore the gaze of my colleagues and take a seat at the same time as schedule, but my boss really asked me to finish the job today. It is the sex of a sad social being who cannot refuse.

But I will spare you no time to return. Ryoko aims to expand his folding umbrella and go for a small run to get the game in a hurry, and to increase his playing time.

The desired games store has been a destination since high school.

Even though it's easy to send home at the online store today, I book and buy it in stores because I have a female facial clerk who always keeps new topics and products that I can't really book.

Even if that was a bit of an embarrassment from the public for a woman over thirty to buy, there is no regret in being able to talk so fervently about burning adoration with the clerk.

"Oops, the signal turns or it turns!

More solitaire since I started living alone. Watching TV and scratching is everyday tea.

The signal in front of her has a very long wait at the last stop to the destination she aims for. On top of that, in these cold temperatures and terrible rain, it was hard to wait for a long signal.

Also, the umbrella is not strong enough to prevent heavy rainfall in the umbrella or folding umbrella. The boots I just bought the other day, my favorite coat, and the bags of expensive brands are wet and snug in the rain.

Ryoko rushes out and tries to run across the crosswalk that starts flashing. The poor vision, and the fact that my head was full of games I was going to play, had significantly diminished her attention.

As soon as Ryoko stepped on the second white line of the crosswalk, the clutches rang to tear the sound of rain apart.

The bright white light as she moves her neck toward the sound, then the sky and the ground that change like a dull shock and slow motion.

At the end of the day, a noise called Gatsun sounded and the scenery disappeared from view, darkening.

The sound of rain pounding from afar, the screaming, and the anger sounding as if they were in the water.

Even the sounds that are heard from afar are gradually turned away.

(Oh, I have to contact my sister today to tell her I can't go today...)

Ryoko thought about it, but her consciousness broke off as if she had pressed the switch.

The day before Ryoko Hayakawa, who lived a mediocre life, reached the age of thirty-five, he unexpectedly ended due to a car accident.