Chapter 1

It was a rather normal day for me. I went to school, then back home, gamed for awhile, and finally I went to the game store. Little did I know, the last sound I would hear would be the loud blaring of car horns.

Do you want to live?

[YES] or [NO]

A voiced boomed, resounding in the closed space that was the girl's conscience.

I don't know.

Do you want to live?

[YES] or [NO]

I suppose.

Confirmation: The user wants to live.

[True] or [False]

True.

Answer Registered. Initiating reincarnation process...

"No, no, no...! How could this be... Your child!! It neither moves, nor does it cry..." A small panicked voice cried. The repeated slaps on the child's face quickly became uncomfortable and painful. A weird, short sort of wail escaped the child. The woman sighed, relieved that the child was alive.

"Cordelia, the child lives." The woman whispered calmly as the bathed the child. Evelyn Frinton was acting as a wet nurse for her sister, the former Archduchess of Argent, who was now lying in bed exhausted.

"Thank you, Evelyn." The former Archduchess murmured weakly to her sister as she tried to sit up.

"Cordelia! Please do not strain yourself, what would I do if you were to be injured!" Exclaimed Evelyn.

Suddenly, a calm, but eager voice could be heard from the other side of the door.

"May we come in? Alfred and I are looking forward to meeting the child." The voice had come from the ex-Archduke of Argent, Cedric D'Argent.

"Yes, of course your Grace!" Evelyn replied cheerily as she finished bundling up the child. Cedric opened the door, letting himself in along with his son. With a smile he glanced over to his wife, and to the arms of Evelyn Frinton where his newborn child lay. The young son of Cedric and Cordelia quickly ran up to Evelyn his hands extending up towards his new baby sister.

"Aunt Evelyn, I'd like to see da baby... Please..!" Pouted Alfred, who was still out stretched, reaching for the child in the arms of the Countess of Frinton.  Smiling, Evelyn crouched down allowing the small child to see his sister.

"This is your sister, Alfred, isn't she just darling?" Evelyn's eyes lighting up as a giggle slipped through her mouth. Shaking his head, the boy looked up at his aunt, his eyebrows crossing at the sight of the scrawny little excuse for a human being. Cedric and Cordelia chuckled at at their son's honesty. Looking out the window they saw the beautiful string of lights and lanterns that welcomed their child's birth into the world.

And the scrawny little kid? Yeah, that was me. It was quite confusing actually. Last thing I remembered before blacking out was the sound of traffic as I fell. Then all of a sudden I have a lady, who I don't know, trying to shove her boob into my mouth in attempt to feed me. Well, it's been almost four years since I've been reincarnated and I'd say I'm adapting pretty damn well. Truthfully, though. The fact that I was in a new world, that I could not return to... took about a year to accept. I'm alright now though, my family here is very loving. They helped me to adapt here.

"Mireille, darling would you like to go somewhere before your father and I leave for the expedition?" I look up to the beautiful women who is my mother.

"No mother, I'm alright." I reply. My parents have always regarded me as a quiet child, but my dearest older brother on the other hand?

"Come on!! Let's go!" Alfred asks as he plops down onto the couch next to mother.

"Well it wouldn't hurt for you to pick up a book Alfred." Leaning on the door was my father, smirking a bit as he spoke of Al's simplicity.

"Father!!" My brothers little green eyes lighting up as soon as he spots father. I watch as Al runs up to father, and as father swoops him up into his arms.

"Let's go buy lanterns for the Festival!!" Al smiles as leans down, whispering something in my father's ear. Upon hearing this my father's eyes soften, nodding in agreement.

So here I am, sitting in front of a mirror as my mother combs my hair. I stare into the mirror, a single pair of green eyes looking back at me. Frankly, I'm still not used to having such brightly coloured eyes. Before I was reborn I had dark hair and eyes. Now poof! Reincarnation: Comes with green eyes and silver hair, no refunds! It's something my mother calls the "Signature Argent look."

She thinks that my looks are absolutely stunning, saying I look and act just like my father, rambling on and on as helps me get ready. But I think my mother is much more beautiful. Although brown hair and eyes are just as common in this world as my old world, my mother would still stand out among nobles and commoners alike, with the air of elegance and poise that she carries.

Although I haven't been told much, I do know that my family are ex-nobles. It's a sensitive subject, so I do understand why'd they'd keep it from a child. However, I'll have to know sooner or later. Even Al, my idiotic brother seems to know what happened. These people have been bring me up with love and care for the past couple of years, and I want to share their burden. I want to help them and treasure them as much as I can. Although I was an orphan in my last life, it won't be the same as before. Familial love is comforting, annoying sometimes but I'd rather have it than become an orphan again. I love them, they give me life. But I feel as though the air here is occasionally stiff and sad. It doesn't matter to me that my family lost our noble status but perhaps it mattered to them...

Anyways after a long walk through the snowy town, we ended up with quite a few lanterns for the Festival of Light, which coincidentally fell upon the day of my rebirth as well. After today, my mother and father will be leaving for an expedition, they work as adventurers now. Top-class adventurers. My father is renown as the "Silver Demon", with his quick reaction time and fine swordsmanship. And my mother?

Absolutely frightening. She comes from a family specializing in wind magic, and she's terrifyingly good at manipulating the wind. "Tempest." That's what they call her. But put it simply? My mother can create much more than a simple gale, she could probably destroy swords and shields if she wanted to, maybe even create a tornado and wreck the whole kingdom. Honestly it gives me shivers just thinking about all very rare, but freighting times that mother has lost her temper.

Well, nothing will change the fact that I'm worried for them. Everyone at the guild says that they'll be fine. That they're going with a party of other top-class adventurers. The cream of the crop. That they'd come back safe and sound on the day of the festival. However, I'm afraid that's not what happened. Al and I waited, and waited, and waited. Two weeks had quickly passed by, and soon it was the date of my parents return. The day of my fourth birthday.

They didn't come back that day. It was the festival of lights, all the townsfolk danced in the snow between the strings of lanterns. But I wasn't in a festive spirit at all.

We waited. We waited for another day. And another one after that. Six days passed. Al and I were having dinner at the guild as usual. On our walk there, the townsfolk, who usually greeted us cheerfully with smiles, now avoided us. Not daring to look at us directly. Only taking a peek every now and then.

When we finally arrived at the guild, one of the receptionists broke the news to us.

A single man from the party had come back last night, covered in his own blood. Dying. His final message was of the event in which the party of 20 top-class adventurers were wiped out by a demon. One who serves directly on the demon queen herself. He had a human like appearance. A scaly tail and horns. A Dragonia. In this world of swords and magic, I've read many books about all sorts of things in this world. Originally the Dragonia were a type of Beastmen, it all changed when they submitted to the demon queen about 3000 years ago. Within many Beastmen tribes it's practically taboo to even mention them. And they... Six days ago, they killed my parents.

I watched. I watched as Al broke. His eyes filled with tears, his breathing quickening with each passing moment. I could only watch. I didn't know how to comfort him. How?

I watched. I watched his face contort into utter despair. His smile now writhed in pain, as if a vital part of him was stolen away. And something had been.

I watched. I watched my brother's back as he turned towards the entrance of the guild. I watched my brother break as I stood in the hall of the guild, my face as blank as it always. Just like in my past life.

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