Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I’m Too Busy Mastering Magic!

Glowing silver hair, like scattered stars.

Sweet gold eyes like honey.

Sweet and beautiful like a cornflower, with a young face. Bright white marshmallow skin, rosy cheeks and lips.

At least the standard Japanese color/dark hair dark eyes were common to me, and the completely unfamiliar colors appeared in the mirror.

I'm Alice Riveca Auculus. A puffy, toddler, five years old.

... so they do.

"Apparently," because if I remember correctly, I'm supposed to be Japanese. Moreover, it is the memory of a Japanese Arather woman who lived until the age of twenty-nine. He was a fine company animal.

But now in the luxurious full-body mirror is a silver-haired girl with a bright white skin.

While rubbing my eyebrows with a trick that doesn't match the way a beautiful girl looks, I decided to sort out how I've been.

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As far as I can remember, previous life? of which I don't particularly remember being dead. Probably slept after the usual day. And when I woke up earlier and got out of bed, it was this body.

To be precise, I remember living until I was five years old as Alice, and I suddenly remembered my memories of my previous life there.

Because of the amount of information, I have a pretty strong sense of being me in my previous life. In other words, Alice's consciousness was almost 'me' because of all the circumstances.

The room I'm in is about thirty tatami large. It's my private room.

Light shooting into a large window on one side of the wall, reflecting white walls. The ceiling has a deep candy color and a beautiful woodworking finish.

And a sitting, large bed with a pale pink lid. Thick curtains and carpets with uniform colors to match it.

The luxurious looking furniture on the cat's feet is hung with delicate white lace. Flower Arrangements Lived Using Flowers So Overflowing There.

That's the kind of environment I was in right now.

By the way, Connie, the maid who was waiting on the wall until earlier, was so surprised that I jumped out of bed that she left the room screaming something out.

"Clear dreams... aren't they too real?

I asked myself as I picked soft cheeks rather. I haven't spoken in a long time, so it's hard to speak up.

Well, I admired it. Exotic hair color and eye color on skin like white magnet. Finally, reincarnation rejuvenation is an admiration for geek Alasser. It's a strong, new game.

But if that's a flash of dreams, I wish, but if it suddenly becomes a reality, it doesn't either.

It hurt so much when I put my cheeks on as much as I wanted, and I tried walking and making fine moves on the toddler's feet, but it didn't feel like a fluffy dream. Alice's memories merge with those of Alasser. 'I' is just here.

One last thing, as a serious fact, I can't remember my name before it became the name Alice.

Only my face and name are blurred, even though I have memories of Japanese parents, brothers, and friends, as well as memories of loved and fought, raised in any way. What do you mean? Alzheimer's??

Not instead, the memory of this body was solid.

As I mentioned, his name is Alice. Age is five. I'm almost six.

I grew up watched by my parents, but one day after I was three years old, one incident triggered my heart problems and I rarely spoke out.

It became a relationship with my family that touched the swelling without crying or laughing, and it drew a line.

Before becoming "I", the level of communal disability had become a natural breakthrough Ultra MAX, but now that the memory of the company animals that went out into Japanese society and were rubbed all over has returned, it is a normal communal force.

Alasser's consciousness is stronger than Alice's, so he can't speak otherwise. Normally, I whined to myself earlier.

"Hmmm... Changing personality wouldn't be a problem if I kept it small because it was originally going crazy..."

It's time for the maid who popped up earlier to come back. For example, I have something to think about as soon as possible.

"Maybe I'll bring your father and mother... it's subtle if you come with me"

Yes, my father and mother.

These parents seem to love me for sure, but they're not close.

No, does it feel like we keep treating each other the wrong way rather than bad?

Sometimes they almost seem to ignore each other, and they do things that don't translate to being tired as a result of forcing the conversation on the top. But it's not like we're talking about masked couples.

"That's exactly what I'm not fighting about because I can't say what I want to say or say to each other, but that's why I feel like I'm finally going to be estranged from being able to make up..."

Blah, blah, blah. That's what it looks like when you look at it from an adult perspective. But it was a communal disorder. It looked like a broken and cold family from a young me.

Why should we do something about this parental misconduct, because if we stay like this, our parents could get divorced in the next few days.

My mother's brother came into the mansion a few days ago and he yelled at my father with a fierce sword screen and said, "I'll get a divorce as soon as it stays like this," he said.

This is outrageous. A single mother is a struggle anyway. I don't want to put such a hard time on the person who gave birth to me.

My father, too, seems to me to have been drowning in a harrowing memory up to the age of three. I don't want to leave, and family breakdown should change my father's life.

And I know in my memory as Alice that this world is a wonder world full of fantasy magic.

I love and love a certain magic school novel, and I'm such a fantasy geek that I've loved reading it for years and the goods have stuck in over 100,000.

Almost black history, but the collection of suspicious occult books was also a hobby.

I wanted to know the life of a certain magic school student, and I also tried to study medicinal herbs and fortune telling.

I mean, I was reincarnated into a nice world like a bonus stage......

My parents are unhappy, can't they really enjoy it?!

Like that, I want to protect this family from both pure and impure reasons.

Okay, well. Who rose to me, a five-year-old, about the secret divorce stories of those parents?

That is the culprit of a "certain problem". And yet another.

It was clear to me now that the two persons were the cause of my parents' misconduct.