Reincarnated Daughter Wants to Enter the Monastery

My life changed when I decided to go for the monastery.

... Oh, my God.

Anyway, she was originally a boxed (indoor) lady.

I started walking in the garden for about an hour a day, but nothing can make a big difference in my life.

Nor can I change my diet to get used to the pure poverty of the monastery.

There's no way you can let me make anything but my share.

At best, enough to keep me from eating too many treats that come out at tea time.

That, too, must be kept to a point where it does not become unnatural because if we start to leave it in the extreme, there will be people worrying about whether it was unsavory or not feeling well.

That's why there's no big difference in my life.

By the way, I almost remember spending time as a cellulose.

After all, there seems to be no doubt here in the other world.

The degree of civilisation is about the European medieval period, but the toilet is a water wash, and there is a well utilised water supply, and if you twist the faucet, the water will come out.

This seems to be, to some extent, an upstream mansion exclusive, but still doesn't seem to remain medieval.

Come to think of it, there is no such thing as medieval Europe because I was reincarnated when I lived in modern Japan.

I have some memory of my previous life, but strangely, I do ladies in this world without much discomfort.

I'm sure consciousness based on the experience of this world prevails because I only have a few memories of my previous life.

I shudder when I remember being engaged to a man, but I'm usually fine.

Vanny's a good kid, but that's why I'm sorry I married a guy.

I get a letter from Vanny about once every three months.

In this less developed world of transportation, quite often.

Sounds like Vanny the Wagamma Boy, and the contents of the letter made me smile in a bragging recent report about being praised by a tutor, being able to ride a horse, and being taken hunting to get a fox.

Of course, as a courtesy, I'll get back to you.

That said, I don't have much to write about, so I also focus on stories about studying and roses blooming in the garden flower beds.

Yes, perhaps the most unusual thing in my life is study time.

When I said what was most important to enter the monastery, I eventually realized that my knowledge and upbringing as an aristocratic warrant lady, and my behavior as a stand-up lady.

At least until I graduate from Royal College, I must be Vanny's fiancée.

Of course, eventually, my engagement is broken from Vanny, but that takes the form of being driven down or fallen into a heroine I haven't seen yet.

Most Lanobe villain warrants are disgusted or mean to heroines and are slapped into breaking their engagement upon graduation.

I don't know what a game this world is called, but the basic flow around it shouldn't change.

If I were a low-level courtier who didn't deserve Vanny, I would be forced to marry some noble son who would be limited early and of lower quality.

Then the heroine is not involved, so I can't overshadow the worst future of "marrying a man".

If you do not take the form of having as much character and upbringing as you deserve to be a Marquise, but being abandoned because Vanny's heart is directed toward heroine, the path to the monastery will be closed.

Besides, if you're not explicitly abusing heroin in a way that's "tough on you depending on what you try to look at," you're going to be too angry about Vanny and deported from the country or something.

You have to be very careful how you speak and how you answer.

Because behavior that doesn't make enemies, or people's mindfulness skills that keep people around you on your side, will surely help you even after you enter a monastery.

Besides, if the heroine was going to fall for me, I'd have to stand around even better.

If you don't have people around you on your side, it's a straight line of ruin.

While I was thinking about it, I realized.

Don't you need to do anything special?

Socialism and ventriloquism are necessary skills as nobility, but not just for nobility.

In other words, being a courtier and practicing socialism will help you confront the heroine you need to come, and for the life of a bright monastery.

When I realized that, I gave my training to the lady. [M]

Dowry to a nobleman with a territory would involve not least territorial management.

Because it originally came with a tutor, I also started to learn how to keep books and look at cashier's papers.

Though I don't remember, I just survived the high school exam, and as far as the science and mathematics system is concerned, my abilities seemed pretty high.

Before I got back to my memory, I didn't seem too strong on numbers, so I also worried that suddenly someone would get better and suspicious, but I was all convinced by wonder.

"It's different when the purpose is clear."

Some people said that, but you didn't find out what my plan was, did you?