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When I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt something was different from usual.

‘Huh? What’s this?’

My body felt much heavier than normal.

‘Sleep paralysis?’

I tried to turn my head slightly, but it felt too heavy to move properly.

‘Is it really sleep paralysis?’

For one thing, the ceiling looked unfamiliar too.

The bed I was lying on also felt unusually large.

As I slowly rolled my eyes to observe my surroundings, a strange sense of dissonance crept in.

‘This house feels oddly like something out of a drama.’

I distinctly remembered finishing a concert and heading home as usual.

The hazy memories gradually became clearer.

‘I drank with colleagues at the after-party, stumbled while walking, and then… a truck…?’

If that’s the case, then—could I have been reborn?

-Throb.

‘Ugh. My head…’

The pain made it hard to think any further.

The sudden agony drew an involuntary groan from my lips.

“Uuu…”

Even I was a little surprised at myself.

‘What? What’s this?’

Did that sound really come from me?

Now that I looked, it wasn’t that the bed was big—I was just small.

‘How old am I, exactly?’

For all I knew, I might have been a newborn baby.

“Oh my. Our little princess is awake.”

Gasp!

‘A voice I’ve never heard before.’

The unfamiliar, youthful voice snapped me wide awake.

The owner of the voice was a young and beautiful woman.

“Shh, shh. Our princess needs more sleep.”

She carefully lifted me into her arms and began patting my back.

‘What in the world—’

-Fluffy.

Cradled against her enormous chest and gently patted, drowsiness quickly overtook me.

‘Maybe I should sleep a little more…’

I’d think things through after a nap.

As expected, I had indeed been reborn.

And not just anywhere—in a medieval-style otherworld.

How did I know it was another world? Simple.

Because around the time I started learning letters, books like these caught my eye:

[Fundamentals of Magical Theory] [How to Increase Affinity with Spirits] [The Connection Between Infant Eating Habits and Magical Sensitivity]

Realizing magic existed was utterly bewildering.

But honestly, the real shock was something else.

I stood in front of a mirror for the first time in a while and took a look.

“Hmm.”

Reflected in the mirror was a girl around seven years old, staring back at me with an innocent expression.

‘Fascinating.’

Running my fingers through my hair, I saw it was pure white, cascading down to my waist.

Her delicate features had a slightly cold elegance but still retained the cuteness expected of her age.

The only problem? In my past life, I had been a man.

At first, I was completely flustered, but I got over it quickly.

‘Well, as long as I’m cute, right?’

Honestly, I never got tired of looking at myself.

Once I could move freely, I spent hours every day in front of the mirror.

To others, I might have seemed like a narcissistic child, but thankfully, my mother didn’t seem to think so.

“Our princess, staring at the mirror again?”

To her, I was just endlessly adorable.

Having been an orphan in my past life, I found this kind of attention refreshing and heartwarming.

“Yes. The reflection is just so fascinating.”

“Hehe. Our Serena is going to grow into a fine lady.”

A lady.

By medieval standards, that was an utterly ordinary remark.

But.

-Waggle waggle.

“I have something I want to do.”

I had absolutely no intention of becoming a lady who flirted with men.

I already had something in mind.

“Something you want to do? Oh my~! What does my little girl want?”

My mother asked with an adoring expression, but I just put a finger to my lips with a mischievous smile.

-Shhh.

“It’s a secret for now.”

What I did in my past life—

But taken a step further.

I was going to perform Earth’s classical music.

It might seem a little out of nowhere.

Not exactly the typical path for someone who’s undergone a gender shift.

But after years of thinking, I realized there wasn’t much else I could do.

What are the go-to jobs for male-to-female reincarnates?

Streamers, VTubers, entertainers, etc.

But which of those could I do in a medieval setting?

‘None of them.’

But this was another world.

A place where magic existed.

Honestly, if I’ve been reborn, surely I can at least use magic, right?

‘If I can’t, I’ll figure it out then.’

But deciding to learn magic brought another dilemma:

Did I have to become a full-fledged mage?

My thoughts on the matter were simple:

‘Do I have to?’

Looking at what mages actually do was horrifying.

Theoretical mages hole up in glorified closets called “labs,” researching obscure branches of magic for decades with no recognition.

Combat mages were slightly better—at least they got to travel and experience different cultures.

But honestly, it was a little scary.

‘What if I get hurt in a magic duel?’

This body was so soft and delicate—getting injured would hurt like hell.

And the sheer unpredictability of magic meant one wrong move could be fatal.

There were even cases of mages dying during training duels.

That said, I wasn’t planning to avoid magic entirely.

‘It’s just too useful to ignore.’

Plus, I could probably integrate it into what I wanted to do.

And what I wanted to do was classical music.

‘Perfect, since I was a pianist in my past life.’

After observing for a few years, I noticed the music here revolved mostly around hymns.

The reason was simple:

‘Because actual gods exist here.’

Goddesses, demon lords—your standard amazing fantasy world!

In fact, many clergy wielded divine power granted by the goddess.

Occasionally, heroes or saints were born—though right now, there was only one saint and no hero.

‘Not that it concerns me.’

Anyway, considering all this, an idea formed in my head:

Why not spread Earth’s music here?

‘Here, I can be Mozart, Bach, Chopin, Beethoven.’

The thought alone made me grin.

“Hehehe.”

“Oh my, even the way our Serena laughs is adorable~.”

My mother hugged me from behind, clearly charmed by my laughter.

‘I should still learn a little magic, though…’

If I wanted to develop the magic I had in mind, I needed to start as soon as possible.

I quickly racked my brain.

‘I’m seven now—that’s old enough, right?’

My birthday was coming up. Maybe I could bring it up then.

Serena’s mother, Ella, was, in a word, a hopelessly doting parent.

‘How is my daughter so unbelievably cute?’

Everything about Serena was adorable—the way she mumbled “Uuun…” in her sleep,

the way she toddled over with bedhead in the mornings,

even the way she panicked and wiped clumsily when she spilled food.

‘She’s my daughter, but I’m completely smitten.’

To Ella, Serena was flawless and lovable in every way.

But she did have one concern.

‘She never asks for anything.’

That was it.

By the age of seven, Serena had never once made a selfish demand.

In fact, for every birthday, she only ever asked for “Mom’s cooking” as a gift—no material desires at all.

Of course, Ella assumed it was just because her daughter had an exceptionally kind heart.

Still.

‘I wish she’d throw a tantrum like other kids sometimes…’

As a mother, she wanted to fulfill her child’s every wish.

So it was hard not to feel a little sad.

‘What’s going on in that little head?’

Sometimes, Serena would space out with an expression far too mature for a seven-year-old, making Ella’s heart ache.

‘This must be why people say kids shouldn’t grow up too fast.’

Still, she consoled herself that it was better than constant mischief or whining.

So when Serena finally said she wanted something for her birthday, Ella was overjoyed.

“Mommy, there’s something I want for my birthday.”

At last!

At last, our daughter has something she wants!

Forgetting all decorum, Ella nearly leaped to her feet in front of her husband and servants but managed to restrain herself with superhuman patience.

“Oh my~! Our little girl finally wants something?”

“Yes~!”

‘What could it be?’

What could her daughter, who had never asked for anything in seven years, possibly want?

With equal parts excitement and anticipation, Ella focused entirely on Serena.

Serena tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,

slightly raised her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest,

and pouted her cherry-like lips before speaking.

“I… want to learn magic.”

“Ah…”

Learn magic.

This was the moment Ella had longed for—her daughter finally making a request.

But honestly?

She didn’t like it.

‘Being a mage… is such a hard path.’

Theoretical mages were mostly eccentric shut-ins who spent decades holed up in studies,

while combat mages faced constant danger.

‘What if my Serena gets even a single scar…?’

The mere thought made Ella dizzy.

After hundreds of internal debates in a split second, she made her decision.

‘No. Not a mage.’

Even for men, becoming a mage required exceptional talent.

It pained her to deny her daughter’s first real wish,

but Ella was a rational mother.

‘It’s for Serena’s sake.’

She couldn’t let momentary emotions push her daughter onto a thorny path.

Steeling herself, she swallowed her guilt and spoke gently.

“Serena, being a mage is too difficult. Maybe something else—”

She couldn’t finish.

Serena’s jewel-like eyes had begun to glisten.

Tears pooled just shy of falling as she fidgeted, looking ready to burst into sobs.

“…Can’t I?”

“……!!!”

No parent can resist their child.

For a doting mother like Ella, this was pure devastation.

“No! Of course you can, sweetheart!”

Instantly, the shadows lifted from Serena’s face, replaced by a radiant smile.

“…! Mommy, you’re the best!”

Watching her daughter beam and hug her, Ella reaffirmed her belief:

‘My child is an angel.’

Ella’s “Serena Angel Theory” only grew stronger.

Meanwhile, having achieved her goal, Serena thought:

‘Phew. As expected, tears work like a charm.’

A little acting had gone a long way.

‘Come to think of it, I should’ve mentioned I’m not planning to be a full mage…’

But seeing her mother’s softened expression, she let it go.

‘Well, I can explain later.’

What’s the worst that could happen?