The Great Prophet Is Running From Her Previous Life ~ I Want to Live a Rose-Colored Life After Being Born a Third Time as a Duke's Daughter~

A one-time encounter when I was six.

That made my life crazy.

An entirely new environment that has been transformed into a fantastic world. The birth of a prestigious aristocrat. A gift as a blessed wizard.

I'm sure if you're familiar with it, it's a tense development. But I couldn't.

All I think about is going back to the original world.

Go to school and play with your friends. Buy new confectionery at the convenience store, hang out in the bookstore, and check out the new magazine. For birthdays and Christmas, I enjoy opening the gift wrapper with the cake in the hall and dinner. When you get home from a walk with Leo and Mocha, eat your mother's dinner. Play cute games with your father and watch your favorite videos when you do your homework.

I want to go home to such a normal routine. I really want to go home.

Strong obsession. That's all I want.

It may have been rather unfortunate to be born in the prestigious house of the magician and to have information about the magic in the immediate vicinity. Because I had hopeless hope.

And the greatest misfortune is undoubtedly the encounter with the Great Prophet.

A special class at Balfour School, where my cousin Rufus almost forced me to take him. He appeared before me looking for clues to get back to Japan, depending on his magic and legacy.

The great prophet Zachariah, the national treasure everyone sees at a glance, was a reincarnated man like me.

The joy of that time is not a word.

For me, who had been alone for a long time, it was a pleasure to have a conversation in Japanese from the bottom of my heart.

For the first time in the world, I was relieved to have a big ally.

With the sudden death of the King, the promises made after the following week were fulfilled, but the exchange of letters was the only pleasure and the support of the heart. I was getting more and more involved in reading and fishing old books in order to find out more and more before reunion.

It was only three months later that I was pushed into despair. On a snowy winter solstice night, my only light vanished from this world without a clue.

After giving him hope that he won't be of any use.

Everything seemed to be in vain. I wonder why I was born in this world. [M] That's what I look like half a century later. I can't go home. Live your life in this world and die as a human being in this world.

If you think so, everything will be empty.

And I reached out to that ancient document.

During my correspondence with the teacher, my father took me to the Randall family's successive training grounds, the Iphigenia Forest.

This place, for some reason, had the strength of a monster, and instead human magic had a weakening nature, which was said to be a great place for the training of magicians.

And I happened to stop by and find something incredible in the old cabin.

The letter "open" is secretly engraved in kanji on the corner of the wall. Like an elevator. When I touched my hand and poured magic into it, an old book appeared.

The old document is not very new, but if you look at the contents, the text and format are undoubtedly centuries old.

If you think about it now, it was one of the traps left by the alien advance soldiers and the monsters that hit the spy.

A massive invasion of monsters that occurs about every 300 years. The monsters who survived there are secretly striking various boulders until their life is over in preparation for the next invasion. It's a distracting long-term plan.

I found one of them.

The most intelligent monsters know by empirical rules that the sacrifice of the rebirth from the earth is most effective. Like me, I've waited a long time for a human to open one day.

The book described the ritual procedures leading to the original world.

He jumped up and rejoiced, and was eager to surprise him the next time he saw his teacher. The opportunity did not end up being visited.

Six months after my teacher's death, I decided to try this suspicious old document alone. [M] It doesn't matter if you fail. I couldn't stand living like this anymore.

And without knowing it, I performed a ritual of sacrifice. [M]

The most desirable time is late summer solstice. There are several points throughout King's Landing that are worthy of ceremony. Among them, the only thing I could sneak to in the middle of the night by myself was a relatively nearby garden for nobility.

The first sacrificial summoning team to take place there.

The incomplete and immature technique should have ended in underdevelopment. However, the rebirth's blood and deep despair flowing from the slit wrist made the ritual a success. Deeper despair was the most important element.

A black vortex appeared from the magic circle, reminiscent of a black hole. I swallowed my left leg with my hips pulled out and ate it in an instant. [M]

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

I screamed for so much pain. It resounds emptily in the garden at midnight.

It should have been eaten as-is and made to serve as a sacrifice.

But there was a miracle of fate.

The black vortex stopped as if it had noticed something and somehow headed straight for a tombstone.

I thought he slipped into the ground, and the place blew up from the inside. Suddenly, the buried dead came back from an empty hole, like a zombie movie.

Such a horrible sight, but so cold and beautiful an outsider.

This was the encounter with the monster Grace, who would become an accomplice.

Nearly seventeen years after that, as a business partner with a common purpose rather than a companion, we have continued our cooperative relationship without leaving.

I summoned myself for sacrifice, sharing my flesh and blood, or Grace and I were separate individuals, but also connected.

Knowledge and memory are their own, but learning technology allows us to take advantage of each other's abilities. It is also possible to communicate as telepathically as necessary.

Well, it was still unsuitable, and metastases were relatively easy to remember, but brainwashing remained bad. When I do, I need to use a trick or take some time.

So when I needed a token, Grace used brainwashing magic to gather my hands on my behalf.

They say they have a mental structure that is more susceptible to surgery than being classified as a villain in our world. Does it go well with the spirit of the monster?

Once used, the monster Grace will literally taste good. I hate recycling, but it's one stone and two birds that drive raw waste out of the world.

During the first summer solstice ceremony, trials and mistakes continued in hidden places. Using Grace's sacrifices and manpower, he suffered. I was just a kid.

Though sacrificial flesh and despair are indispensable for the rituals, torture is not suitable for me, who grew up as a kid, neither in my previous life nor today.

I will devote myself to the ceremony and leave the sacrifice to the professionals. It's the right material. Grace raised as many crazy balls as she could. What kind of funny story is Sprata or I'm not good at sacrificing?

But I didn't want to pull my hand.

My encounter with Grace certainly gave me a new chance.

Hope to return to the original world.

Grace's role is as an advance soldier and operative. Provide all support from our side to infiltrate the other side. It can be overt and flashy destructive, covert information manipulation behind the scenes.

Everything has been sent to connect this world to the gates of the other.

To do this, puncture a hole as small as a needle. It seems that summoning in a situation where the emotions of a large number of people are intensely intertwined is effective. This is the one Grace does well.

But my goal is beyond that.

My world is supposed to be even deeper in the world of monsters. From there, summon the living man and create a direct route to the road without a path.

Eventually, so I can go backwards. [M]

The knowledge on the other side of Grace is incredibly helpful because it's all there is to it. I haven't trusted anyone in ten years, but I've been in a lot of trouble.

Well, it's very helpful to have something to immerse yourself in. Even if you don't know whether you're happy or unhappy.

It's worth it to Grace, too. Activities from the front stage on the human side are difficult for monsters.

We have made up for each other's goals as needed.

The completeness of rituals that continued to fail has also increased year by year, and in recent years it has become possible to summon several monsters in a stable manner. Results are certain.

I felt it progressing step by step.