Chapter 6

Oh no.

This is bad.

Standing in front of the mirror, I silently dripped cold sweat.

I had been bedridden for a month, suffering from growing pains.

Then, I had to go through rehabilitation to regain the physical strength I had barely maintained and to adjust the balance of my body, which I could no longer control.

It took about two months to fully recover.

During that time, I couldn't possibly pay attention to the changes in my appearance.

My hair, which had been a light reddish color, had become dirty and damaged, turning gray over the five years of abuse.

After coming to this mansion and being washed, I realized that the red had faded from my hair, leaving it white.

My current hair

The damaged parts have been cut off, and it now falls short, forming a neat bob...

But the shine is not just white hair.

It's silver.

The luster, almost identical to the threads of magic I control, makes my small head gleam.

It seemed that due to the damage, it only appeared to be white hair.

My skin, which had been rough and dry, is now smooth and soft, white and supple, but overall, I am quite slender.

My limbs have grown appropriately for a fifteen-year-old (though I am petite), but they are so thin that they seem like they might break if gripped.

My chest, hips, and waist, which had been childlike... no, my lower abdomen, which had been swollen like a child's, now has curves and a waist.

The small hills, which can be swum over with the palm of my hand, feel soft and fluffy when touched with both hands.

The pink peaks are small but beautiful... there's a mysterious charm that makes you want to be gentle and affectionate. The maids have kneaded them thoroughly in the bath, but due to their small size, there has been no change in shape or further growth.

The waist, which is tightly cinched, is so slender that it doesn't even need a corset.

My hips, though small, have grown a bit.

According to the maid who is also a physician's assistant, the severe malnutrition during my childhood was so serious that I might have died long ago if not for the presence of a spirit. Therefore, it is highly unlikely that I will experience further feminine growth even after my first menstruation.

The lack of hair in my armpits and groin is either due to the malnutrition or the rapid growth, but it is said that the possibility of it growing in the future is also high.

It's good that I don't have to deal with the hassle of hair removal... a specific word from my previous life came to mind, but I kept it to myself as a woman.

As for my face, the only part that was noticeably large was the golden-brown eyes, which are now just large enough to be balanced with healthy skin tone and flesh, no longer showing the unique features of hunger.

My lips, which were rough, are now smooth and plump, a natural cherry color without any lipstick.

My nose is slightly low, but it enhances the childlike features of my face rather than being a flaw.

This is really bad.

What is this appearance?

It's completely a criminal magnet, isn't it?

This is the effect of a well-balanced, proper amount of food and the essence of a spirit!

That's the state I'm in.

A beautiful, spirit-like girl who exudes a dangerous aura.

This is how I look from the perspective of my previous life.

"......"

I can now understand why the maids wanted to dress me up during the latter part of my rehabilitation.

I have a strong desire to create clothes to dress this up.

A camisole is enough for underwear, and both sweet lace and cool styles would suit me.

I want a lace garter belt.

I want my thighs to be covered in silk stockings.

Both cool and warm colors seem to suit me, but I should avoid vivid primary colors.

The women of the Nier family always wore primary color dresses, which is not a good image... but the basic facial features are different... was I really a child of that family?

"Actually, I don't look like them."

When I whispered this while peering into the mirror, the surrounding maids and Aunt Lene nodded deeply.

"Rather, you have the features of the royal family. You resemble Princess Soir, the younger sister of the king who married into the Nier family five generations ago."

Uerde, who had come to see my complete recovery, casually made a problematic statement.

"Ah, during the time when the Nier family was normal."

"Is it the legendary Princess Soir, the embodiment of the national spirit?"

"Indeed, the color is different, but you resemble her in portraits and statues. At first glance, it's not noticeable because Yui still has a youthful appearance."

"Kidnappers might drool over her..."

Everyone fell silent.

My perception of being a "criminal magnet" seems to be correct.

No, it might be even worse because I now look like a fifteen-year-old.

Even I, with this appearance, would want to be heavily adorned and locked in a life-sized birdcage made of gold or silver.

I was forbidden from going out alone until proper measures were taken.