Chapter 3

"Ah, it wasn't a dream! Damn it!"

Furthermore, there are even memories that aren't mine! That's why I can't understand what's going on.

"Ugh! What's going on, really?"

Wiping away the tears that had involuntarily spilled from the chest-wrenching dream she had just experienced, Misaki got up from the girl's bed, which was adorned with frills and lace, and clawed at her hair.

I know that my name is not 'Reimi Hua' but 'Reimi Congrade,' and that I am still fifteen years old, along with many other things.

This is my room.

My father is a baron, but among the court barons, he is in a rather low position, probably at the level of a deputy or section chief. I don't have detailed information in my head, though.

This mansion, located at the edge of the noble district of the capital, is compact. The bed is not a canopy princess bed but a simple one, though the fabric is heavily laced and girlish.

There are three people employed in the mansion: one maid, a cook, and a servant.

I don't know if that's a lot or a little, but considering that we are nobles, it's not many.

Ah, right, the reason for the bad mood before bed was that the brainless son of a marquis, who caused me to lose my right leg, had the nerve to propose to Reimi, calling it an 'apology.'

How could anyone want to marry the person who took their leg!?

Really, read the room, you stupid rich kid. If Reimi were timid, she would die from despair alone! Stupid! Stupid!! I absolutely won't marry you!!

She punched the pillow and vented her frustration.

"Miss, are you awake?"

A low but bright voice called from outside the room, making her heart skip a beat.

Heart skip...?

Could this sweetness in my chest be...!

She sat on the bed, placed her L-shaped fingers on her chin, and smiled.

I wonder what kind of person Reimi's first love is.

I have the memory, but the details don't come out clearly.

Well, that's how memories are, and I want to see him soon, but I can't go out in just a negligee.

Looking around, she found a lace shawl, put it on, and tidied up the deformed pillow.

"I'm awake."

She put her feet down from the bed, feeling a vague sense of despair at having only one leg.

No, this despair is Reimi's.

I can understand it, though. She has been a recluse for a year, so it's about time.

She took a deep breath to disperse the troublesome chest pain that made her want to give up everything.

"Wow! Good job, Miss. You managed to get up on your own."

The young man who opened the door changed his relieved expression to a smile and came in with toiletries.

Reimi's first love was a handsome man with deep blue hair flowing back and clear green eyes, rivaling an idol.

He is employed in this house, and his name is Baudy. He is twenty-five years old, ten years older than Reimi.

...He's not younger than me, which is a relief. I don't do well with younger men.

But, Reimi, you have good taste. I think this handsome man is a good choice. His muscular build is also highly rated; well-defined muscles are rare.

Plus, his attire is highly rated. He wears slacks, a flexible shirt that shows his muscles, and a vest, with a neatly tied tie, but his sleeves are casually rolled up, giving a rugged look that is very appealing.

"It's a nice day today."

He placed the bucket and water jug he brought on the desk by the window and opened the window. I know the morning routine: wash my face and rinse my mouth.

However, since Reimi can't stand, he brings a bucket of water and a cloth to her lap, where she washes.

"Here you go, Miss."

"Thank you."

She quickly washed her face and rinsed her mouth.

"You're very efficient today."

As he put away the water and the cloth, he commented with admiration. I remember, the usual Reimi is slow in her actions.

It's understandable that it hurts, but her body is heavy just because she has been lying in bed too much. She should try harder.

"Since you're holding me, it's better to be quick. Call Bora, I want to change clothes."

"Wow! You have the energy to change clothes today, that's great. I'll go call her, please wait a moment."

Baudy, who seemed pleased, quickly called the only maid in the house and handed me over to her before taking the bucket and water away.

"Good morning, Miss Reimi. You seem to be feeling better today."

Her plump figure and gentle demeanor make me feel warm. Her kindness is not bad either.

"Good morning, Bora. Yes, I feel fine."

My smile with a hint of meaning made her lower her eyebrows.

She probably knows that I was proposed to by that idiot yesterday. Of course, in a small house like this.

Still, she brightened up quickly, perhaps out of concern for me.

"Which dress would you like to wear?"

"I want something easy to move in. How about that dark green one?"

When I suggested it to her as she opened the closet, she hesitated for a moment before taking out the skirt.

"This one has a shorter hem, ... is it okay?"

Ah, right, it's knee-length. I don't want to make her worry, so I chose a longer skirt, and she seemed relieved.

Yeah, it's awkward, I get it.

Look, I'm a considerate woman! I won't wear something like that on purpose, oh-ho-ho!

"There, it's done."

She carefully combed my long black hair, but just combing it made the bangs get in the way. My bangs are too long.

"Hey, Bora, can you lift my bangs?"

"Oh, of course! Let's make it cute."

She quickly took a comb from her apron pocket and styled my bangs, braiding them with the side of my hair.

Ah, Reimi didn't like to lift her hair. To create a gloomy mood, it's better to let the bangs hang down darkly.

I don't like my hair in my face, so I tie it up.

"Thank you, I feel much better."

"You're welcome. I'll go call Baudy."

She left the room happily, and Baudy, pushing a wheelchair, came in.

"Oh, you look cute. It's better to show your face."

"Really? Thanks."

Carelessly praising a beautiful man with a smile is sinful.

This is why Reimi would fall in love.

Baudy placed the wheelchair next to the bed and smoothly lifted me up. Wow! A smooth princess carry, his muscles are not for show.

His handling, which doesn't make me feel heavy, is also excellent.

He gently placed me in the wheelchair, and the seat was not uncomfortable.

According to Reimi's memory, I can apparently move this myself, but I don't have the memory of moving it... probably because I don't have the strength.

So, as usual, I will have him push me.

"Let's go, be careful not to fall."

"Okay."

He said it with a conductor-like tone, but he's really energetic in the morning.

He's always been like this.

He hasn't changed since before I lost my leg or after.

Ah, I would fall in love, there's no way I wouldn't.

Status difference doesn't matter, falling in love is Reimi's justice.

"Really, it's sinful."

"What is?"

The sigh mixed with my words made him stop the wheelchair and look at me closely.

Too close, this distance is not good!

"Baudy, you're too close. Please start moving."

I pushed his forehead with my palm and pointed forward.

"Okay, okay."

He laughed and pushed the wheelchair.

From Reimi's memory, I can tell that he hasn't been this bright in a long time. It must be because I... Reimi is feeling better.

The person inside has changed, but I still have the original memories, so it's not like we've swapped bodies.

"What's wrong, Miss?"

He asked lightly, noticing that I was frowning in thought. Even though he asked lightly, I can tell he's worried.

Hey, Reimi, he's genuinely worried. That's good, it means there's a chance.

"I was just thinking I'm hungry."

"That's good, being hungry is a good thing."

I can tell from his tone that he's happy while pushing the wheelchair.

Being hungry means you want to live.

"At this time, both the master and mistress will be there, so they'll be happy to see you."

That's right, Reimi always woke up late and moved slowly, so even getting dressed took a long time. She would often just put on a robe and eat in her room.

What kind of princess is that! Well, she is a noble lady, after all.