Chapter 4

This time, it's a bit short, and the story doesn't progress much, but please take your time reading it.

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After that incident, I deepened my bond with Tütte.

Hi, I'm Mary Legaria, 6 years old.

Time flies, and it's been three years since then. I'm growing up well. Aim for a long life! No events! Good life! However, as I grew older, I started to worry about something.

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Snap!

On a peaceful afternoon, the handle of the teacup I was holding in the garden broke with a dry sound.

"Are you alright, Miss!"

Tütte, who was standing by my side, looked at me to see if I was hurt.

"I'm fine, Tütte. I just used a bit too much force when I put it down. I was a bit careless."

To reassure her, I showed her my hand. Confirming that my slender, white fingers were still unblemished, Tütte let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew, I was worried. Still, Miss, again? Breaking a cup by putting too much force into it is quite impressive. Is this one of the skills from your past life?"

"I don't have such a skill."

While talking, I removed the broken cup, and Tütte, who brought a new one, was very efficient, as if she were used to it. In fact, I had already told her everything about myself, including my strength and memories from my past life, because I didn't want to hide anything from her. Although I was unsure if she would believe me, when I told her everything, Tütte said,

"Wow, memories from your past life, that's amazing! Just as I expected from Miss!"

(Well, I have no idea what she means by 'just as I expected,' but since she didn't show any sign of doubt, I'll let it go.)

Getting back to the story, after that incident, I realized that I was unexpectedly strong. I also learned that it could be troublesome when I became aware of it. I would end up destroying various things by using too much force.

It seems that the unconscious control I had been using all along suddenly became impossible when I became aware of it. "How much force was I using to hold this door?" I would consciously think about it, and as a result, my movements would be one beat behind everyone else's, becoming clumsy.

If I had gradually built up my strength by training my body, I could have been aware of it and controlled it. However, I suddenly found myself with tremendous strength, so I couldn't be aware of it or feel it. It felt like I was constantly pointing a loaded gun at someone, not knowing when it might go off.

I thought it was a matter of life and death and decided to ask my father to let me learn martial arts to move my body freely and get a feel for my strength. When I asked my father to teach me self-defense, he replied with a cheerful smile,

"Martial arts don't suit a cute girl like you. Besides, if someone tries to hurt you, I'll find them beforehand and kill them all for you♪"

I couldn't say anything to that dangerous father.

So, I thought I could secretly move my body freely, but that was naive. As a duke's daughter, I was always in someone's attention, whether it was family, servants, or visitors.

"Miss, your presence is so captivating that it draws everyone's eyes. You are so mysterious and ethereal. Please be aware of it," Tütte said.

At that moment, her face was flushed, and she seemed to be in a trance, but I'll skip that part for now.

So, without any countermeasures, I lived in constant fear of breaking something and ended up relying heavily on Tütte, becoming a rather weak presence.

Furthermore, in my past life, I was sick and had no resistance to relying on others for daily life, which only made things worse.

My father, who had a samurai spirit, called me weak and did nothing to train me. Instead, he treated me like a delicate glass ornament, overprotecting me to the point where he would casually say dangerous things.

"Ha... What a problem. I didn't know controlling my strength would be so difficult."

"Not everything is made with Miss as the standard."

"More importantly, the Oracle Ceremony is coming up next year. Meeting other children could lead to a disaster. Miss, you could crush any of those kids with just one slap."

"Please don't talk about me like I'm a monster. I'm not that strong... I think..."

The Oracle Ceremony.

When children turn 7, they go to the temple to receive the oracle and learn about their potential. This is a major event where children are given hints about their future, whether it's physical strength, intelligence, or magical power, to decide what they should learn.

(If that's the case, maybe I have physical strength? Then I can use it as an excuse to learn martial arts from my father.)

I looked forward to the major event of the following year with optimism.

However, I had no idea that my expectations would be completely shattered by an unimaginable oracle.

Thank you for reading this far. In the next chapter, her abilities will finally be revealed...