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There was a time when I thought that.

For a few days after I came to my senses, that is, from the moment I became aware that I had memories of my past life, it was like heaven.

First of all, it is very pleasing to the eye. Even if I exclude myself because I am a small child, everyone I see is pretty and handsome.

The knight escorts who silently follow me wherever I go, no, even the older sisters, have such beauty that it’s hard to believe they’re knights if it weren’t for the armor they’re wearing.

There are three escort knights that I’ve confirmed so far, and they all have their own unique charms, so it’s fun to just watch them. For example, the blonde sister has really nice hair, and the purple-haired sister has big breasts even though she’s wearing armor.

Actually, it’s not like I haven’t thought about this at all. Anyway, if it’s about reincarnation in another world, isn’t it better to go into a work of art rather than just go through the motions?

In a work, whether it be a novel, a comic book, or an animation, it is only natural that the main characters with significant roles would all have beautiful and outstanding looks.

So, I thought for a moment that these escort knights might be beautiful too.

Of the dozens, no, hundreds of servants in this palace, from the maids to the gardeners and all the odd jobs, not a single one was ugly.

If you think about it, you could think that since it’s the palace, even your face might be included in the hiring criteria… but for some reason, I don’t think that’s the case.

In any case, the maids who helped me out by becoming my limbs were quick and agile in their movements, but they were not frivolous and had a natural elegance to them. Even the way they stood with their backs straight gave off the feeling that they had to be like this to work in the palace.

Even if the details were perfect, there was another strange thing. The maids were ultimately in charge of the dirty work, but I never saw a speck of dust, let alone a stain, on the neat and stylish-looking clothes these ladies wore. With my current knowledge, I could not figure out whether it was possible for clothes to not get dirty just because the person wearing them was careful.

It was quite enjoyable just to watch the incredibly pretty women move with amazing skills and tricks, and the maids’ personalities were very unique, so even if you stare at them, they would pretend not to notice your gaze, or if your eyes met, they would give you a slight smile. There were various reactions, so just observing them made time pass quite quickly.

And it was very leisurely. I knew he had a lot of money, but I wondered if the bed really needed to be this big. I would just lie around in bed, get up when I wanted to, and just roll around in a daze. When I got bored, I would read books that were somehow all over the room. I didn’t even look for books, and judging by the fact that there were already bookshelves in the room, it seems that ‘Lillianne’ had already finished writing.

I thought he was a very, very smart kid. Isn’t he? By the time he was three, he could probably read books. I couldn’t remember, so I became a little unsure.

That aside, looking at the books lying around, I naturally thought that this wasn’t an ordinary medieval time, but rather a different world. I don’t know much about technological development or history, but I can at least guess that the technology for making books, such as printing and binding, wasn’t all that great.

If you think about it that way, these books are very large, but they are strange objects that you can barely feel their weight with your small hands, and no matter where you look, they have standardized fonts and specifications created through mass printing. They may be very expensive, but in any case, they are not books that were copied one by one by hand.

The content is… I read it because I was bored, but most of it was not interesting. Strictly speaking, it felt like a reference book. The most readable one was a book that seemed to have copied myths, and the rest were books that felt like casebooks or case records that collected case law or accidents, or books where a well-drawn old man explained mathematical knowledge that I didn’t understand. Should I call this a textbook? The old man was a pretty cool middle-aged man, but his expression was a little annoying.

Besides that, sometimes my older brothers would come and play with me. I currently have two older brothers, and in reality, there are two more. I should say that the couple’s love is really great. They live a wonderful life of doing nothing and spending time together, and when the sun goes down, they have dinner.

There was no conversation about breakfast or lunch, but it seemed like dinner was a must for the whole family to gather, so everyone sat at a long table. Even though everyone was there, the school, or rather the academy, was a boarding facility, so two people were absent, so there were only five people at the table. It was a subtle number that seemed like a small number, but also a lot.

When it comes to royal meals, there’s something a bit heavier and darker, and to keep each other in check, ‘Heh heh… What mistake did the third prince make today?’ ‘I heard you gave up the management rights to a mine this time..?’

I thought there would be some kind of conversation where they would criticize or criticize each other, but there was no such conversation at all. It wasn’t a problem that they were close, but the topics of conversation were very trivial to begin with.

These days, he’s obsessed with a certain dish and keeps eating it, or the third son of a certain family confessed to the same girl and got rejected again… When I listened, it just sounded like a conversation between ordinary people. While I was absentmindedly listening and moving my fork diligently, the idea of such a culture came to mind naturally, but it was still shocking.

I don’t know why, but it seems like we have to only have such trivial conversations during dinner. It’s a pretty vague standard, but if the king says he should follow it, then we have to follow it too.

Wasn’t royalty just a bunch of psychopaths who were desperate to become king by any means necessary? I felt like the common sense of my past life was being denied.

The one who continues the conversation with a smile is a stylish middle-aged man who looks like he came out of a movie. That is, Liliane’s father. His exposed arms are bulging with muscles, and his flaming red hair hangs down. He is a thick-skinned middle-aged man, but looking at him alone, he looks more like a commander of an army than a king.

The name is Bearkart, but doesn’t the name sound incredibly strong? Usually, a king would be a bit emaciated or fat and obese.

The one sitting next to her is a dazzling beauty who makes you say, “She’s the queen.” Namely, Lilianne’s mother. Her hair, which shines elegantly as if spun from gold threads, and her eyes, which boast a light that is as beautiful as Lilianne’s, are exactly like hers, so anyone can tell that they are mother and daughter.

It’s hard to believe that she has five children, including Liliane, because she’s so beautiful. You’d think she’s not the mother, but the older sister. Her name is Marianne.

Marianne continued to eat very elegantly and quickly while responding and answering to Bearkart’s words. As I looked at that incredible skill that was hard to describe in words, I felt a little unsure. It was okay now because she was a baby, but I thought I would learn it someday.

As I slowly ate, I felt a little confused as thoughts of finding this situation strange and taking it for granted alternated in my head. It was not just a matter of my values being confused, but I also felt that at least my past life self and memories as an adult had not been completely assimilated with my current self in this body.

Should I say that the self that is ‘I reincarnated as Liliane’ and the self that is ‘just Liliane’ are sitting together? I decided not to dwell on my past life and to accept this situation, but when the former thinks ‘Oh, in this situation, shouldn’t I do this instead?’, the latter naturally thinks ‘Of course I should do this’, so I feel a little uncomfortable.

Besides, even if the former, who is presumed to be an adult, has come over, how can the latter, who is only 4 years old, assert his existence independently like this? Should I say that he is an incredibly precocious and smart child?

That aside, the food was also quite satisfactory. It’s a palace, so it’s natural that the chefs are skilled, but the food culture itself may not suit me.

Or maybe I thought of a meal where there were so many dishes that there was no empty space on the table and they were wasted, but it was a simple meal without any of that, and it was a little frugal for a royal family. It felt like the various dishes were served one by one and the servants were handing them out little by little. It felt a bit out of place.

With those thoughts in my mind, I finished my meal in a daze and even ate the dessert my third brother gave me. After saying goodbye to my family, I returned to my room and while the maids were taking off my clothes, carrying me, washing me, wiping me, and dressing me, I was half asleep and still in a dazed state, thinking about something with my head that wouldn’t go back to normal.

‘It’s strange… I’m definitely forgetting something…’

I desperately tried to think of something, but the moment I was laid down on the bed and covered with the blanket, I lost consciousness.