It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

Having had a weak heart and low immune system since I was born, I had never stepped out of the sterile chamber and was about to end that life.

Father, Mother who wants to cry in my selfishness but smiles and tries to drop me off... I was happy... thanks. Oh, my life ends so easily. After all, I couldn't walk or run much, and with the help of others to do anything… in the end, I couldn't even be filial. God... if I could have been reborn... then...

May you be born into a 'sturdy body that will never beat any thing'

I close my eyes softly... come to an end...

Let's hear it.

"Heh!?

To a loud voice echoing behind my brain I opened my closed eyes and the light dazzled and my vision was not well defined.

(What? What's wrong, this! I can't see, I can't hear, my body doesn't move well either! Why, why not! Shit, I don't like this. Ugh)

"Ohh! Ohhhh!"

"I was born. With a cheerful voice, it's a girl, sir."

On this day I received a new life as "Mary Legalia".

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Then a few days...

Over time I have regained my calm and become able to spin my thoughts around my grasp of the status quo.

(Uh, I mean... what do you mean?

(Calm down, calm down. I, the protagonist of this kind of development, was in a book I read in the hospital room. Uh, what is it? It's not made up, it's... it's reincarnation!

My thoughts rapidly regained calm with those words. Calm down, I'll take a look at my body.

Little hands, baby hands. No doubt, I started a new raw one with my memories.

(Well, now I hope you have a bit more sturdy body)

Out of reassurance for no reason, I fall asleep, leaping my chest into a new life.

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(Ooh, move! Move, you body!

Me thrusting through the floor hiking with Nosonoso.

Hi, Mary Regalia, I'm a year old.

I grew up quickly from the infirmary lined with medical devices, turned upside down, watched by my parents in one of the soothing and luxurious mansions. So far, there seems to be no physical impediment, and when I stuck around, my sisters in maid clothes held me.

(Ugh... even though I want to move more)

It feels like a medieval European nobleman coming out in the atmosphere of the room, in the identity of his parents, in the films I've seen in the hospital room, in cartoons, in manga, in books, in games, etc.

(Well, I guess he's a nobleman)

My father had just given birth to me, and he said, "My daughter is the eldest son of my Duke of Legalia! 'Cause he was holding me up high with joy.

(I wonder if you mean the Duke's Lady... who was born and raised in Japan in modern society. It doesn't really pin on me.)

I was going to make sure I enjoyed what I couldn't do in my previous life because I was able to start a new raw with memories of my previous life.

(Thank you, God. Hurry up, I want to grow up and do a lot of things)

I then decide to believe and thank God for the sounding voice.

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That was how the moon quickly passed, and I grew up well with Skuk, now allowing for proper conversation, as well as independent walking.

Hi, Mary Regalia, I'm three years old.

I stroll through the tech and mansion, teetering with my mother's conceded silver, no longer than white, and bright white, fine frilled piece skirts that are unbeatable to my hair and skin. As a matter of fact, I've been able to move independently for a long time now, etc. (more to say in the first few days of my life) Exactly. Is this weird? I wonder if it's because of the memory of my previous life, and I've been making baby moves to the best of my knowledge so that it doesn't seem weird.

(Fortunately, since the base was a baby, there are so many things I can't do that I don't think would have been... weird... right?

As I grew up, I also knew about the world I was in.

It turns out that this is not a modern society that I know of, but a so-called fantastic world inhabited by swords, magic, monsters and spirits, when it comes to the kingdom of Ardia.

(RPG, RPG! The world I was only experiencing in the game is now in front of me!

But whatever the world, I'm happy as long as I can live a normal life, so I wasn't going to do anything adventurous.

('Cause it's not dangerous, I'm not going to say or do anything very unscrupulous because I'm going to live as long as possible in this world without bothering my parents and being able to be filial)

So even if my parents ask me if I want something, I say I don't need anything.

Speaking of which, I had an uncomfortable understanding of the words and letters of this world, which is not even Japanese, but is this also due to the example God?

"Thank you so much, God! I'm still living well today."

And, towards the sky I send a word of gratitude to God.

"Oh... it's peaceful. From now on, I hope nothing happens. Whoa, you shouldn't! This is going to be flagged. Hey, ahahahahahaha, no way, superstition!

That's how I flaunted myself.

That was a sudden accident that happened carelessly.

As the loud noise of heavy crates falling on the floor rang all over the room, I was taking one of them with one hand up. Lightly one-handed a crate large enough to cover yourself up.

What, what do you mean???

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The beginning of the matter goes back half a day now.

"Oh, hey! My sweet angel is in this place. Wih."

Walking down the hallway of the mansion comes running from far away (?) One middle-aged man with a nice middle beard dandy dressed in luxurious noble clothing.

Oh, hello, Father.

I turn to the man who has been running, holding the skirt hem, slightly raising it, giving in, then greeting, with an extraordinary smile. Behavior and verbal use as a courtier have long begun to call and learn tutors, but they were still followed. However, the mental age is over fifteen in total, so it swallows fast.

"Ugh!

Leaking a weird exhale, my father looked up at the sky once.

His name is Ferdid Regalia.

I, Mary's father, am the Marshal of the Kingdom of Aldia.

"Father?

Am I over my head? Floating the mark, he tilted his neck with cockroach.

"Ahhh!

Now my father holds his own chest with an unexplained oddity.

(I wonder what this interaction is every time)

"Gohon... sir, I can't talk to you."

My father corrected the frivolous look he knew when the butler, who had refrained behind him, spoke in a small voice.

"Follow me, Mary. I want to see you."

"To me, is it?

As I mentioned earlier, I never wanted much from my parents, so neither did my parents try to force me to give anything, but today seems different.

(I mean, my father. Why are you holding me up and carrying me while I tell you to follow me? even though I want to walk on my own feet)

Sitting properly in my forged father's arms, I was taken to the garden, where I already had a foreman.