515 - Second Daughter's Perspective: The Second Daughter of Christina-san's House
This is an SS that was placed in the activity report last year.
...Ah, yeah. I reincarnated.
I recognize this with a strangely clear thought. I am "me." While retaining the personality of my previous life, I have been given a new life.
Just as I was trying to grasp my current situation, wondering what kind of family I was born into in this life, my head throbbed with pain. Reflexively touching my forehead, my fingertips hit a plumply swollen area.
...I've got a bump on my head.
Whether it was because I became aware of the injury or because I felt the pain, my thoughts became scattered as my head began to throb. Although my thoughts wouldn't organize themselves, "memories of my previous life" were being recalled one after another.
It seems that in this life, I also have a nature that thinks about things in parallel.
There is the me whose thoughts are filled with "my head hurts," and there is the me who continues the work of defrosting the "memories of my previous life" that had been compressed and tucked away somewhere in my head.
If I were in perfect condition, I probably would have been coordinating with the me of this life simultaneously, but regardless, my head hurts. I had confidence that I wouldn't be shaken by minor things, but pain is still pain.
...Ah, I remember now.
The pain is the "switch." I had the God of Death, Uaksu, set it up using "connections" so that it would act as a "trigger" for the newly born me to remember my former self. The God of Death, Uaksu, had a sour look on his face, saying that one should not intentionally carry over a previous life, but I pressed him... well, I begged him most humbly... saying that there were too many things I had left undone, and he granted my request.
...I just wish I could have gotten through the infancy period first...?
As someone who has the awareness of having reached adulthood not once, but many times, sucking on a young woman's (mother's) nipple for the sake of necessary nutrition makes me feel quite perverted. If I were a man, I would have happily sucked on a young mother's breast, but unfortunately, I have no such hobby. My mother probably wouldn't want to think that her child, while being breastfed, is sucking on her nipple with a mix of sexual desire.
Additionally, although it's unavoidable in the body of a baby who cannot take care of themselves, I felt a resistance to having my diapers changed.
The method to solve these problems all at once was the "switch."
Until I receive some kind of strong shock, "I" would be sealed, and I would be raised as a normal baby. And children are creatures who cannot stay still. In the process of growing up, they are bound to receive a shock at least once, whether by falling or stubbing their pinky toe on the corner of a dresser.
In that way, I planned to avoid the infancy period and begin my activities after remembering "myself" during early childhood.
...Ideally, I wanted to remember around three or four years old.
Perhaps I've grown used to the pain, as the ache of the bump recedes from my consciousness. Since I have the leeway to think about other things again, I looked at my hands once more.
...I was raised quite preciously in this life, wasn't I...
There's no way I'd grow up to be a refined child. I should have made a name for myself as a tomboy, running around the garden and falling down to remember "my previous self" almost immediately.
That's how it was supposed to be.
Rather, I had never even considered any other possibility.
I hadn't considered it, but it seems that until the plump arms of a toddler became the slender arms of a girl, I hadn't received any shock that could be called a major one. I remembered "myself" at the age of thirteen, with only two years left until adulthood.
...But the trigger feels very "me," doesn't it?
I had spent my time until today without receiving any strong shocks. But a tomboy is still a tomboy.
My eldest brother and younger brother, who had returned home for the first time in a while, decided to play baseball, and we split into teams with the children of the town. It was fine up until I took a defensive position on my younger brother's team, but it seems I was careless, thinking it was a foul anyway, while chasing a ball that my eldest brother had hit high into the air. I failed to catch the falling ball with my glove, and it was a clean hit to the crown of my head.
Since I'm in my own room when I woke up, today's baseball game must have ended. Or, I simply didn't wake up for that long. Either way, it happened right in front of my eldest brother, who dotes on his younger siblings. He might be frantically searching for ice right now.
...No, that's not it. It would be faster to call Jiro than to prepare ice.
"...Ah, thank goodness. You've woken up."
"Brother. I'm sorry for making you worry. My bump hurts a little, but other than that, I'm fine."
After a short knock, my eldest brother enters the room. This eldest brother, who is much older than me, feels, how should I put it, like he's outside of humanity. His too-perfect face is one thing, but he has a unique sensibility and way of thinking, closer to a spirit than a human. Upon reaching adulthood, he left home and lived in the Divine Domain in Quebia, the territory of the Divine King. Since that country is something like a religious state, I wonder if he was dyed by some strange religion and grew up with such a pleasant personality, but thinking back, I feel that by the time I became aware of things, my eldest brother already had a personality where I couldn't tell if he was human or a spirit. It's probably due to his original personality, not because of religion.
"What, you seem perfectly fine. I flew over here because Big Brother was making such a fuss..."
"Jiro, please worry about your sister (me) a little more."
"If only Ana respected me as a brother a little more."
The one who entered the room following my eldest brother was my second brother, Siegmund. Since Mother calls him "Jiro," I have naturally called him "Jiro" as well, but once I remembered my previous life, I understood.
"Jiro" is simply "Jiro" (Second Son).
Compared to my eldest brother, he has ordinary features, but that's only because he's being compared to the wrong person, so I think his face is normally counted as handsome. Rather, he is the child of a father who doesn't have a bad face and a mother who is rumored to be the Queen of Spirits outside the territory. The probability of being born with an ugly face is lower.
"I, Siegmund, pray. I want to heal the bump of my sister Ana. [Heal]."
...Huh?
Japanese language came out of my second brother's mouth. At the same time I noticed this, the palm of my second brother's hand held over my forehead glowed. To be precise, perhaps the space created between the held palm and the bump on my forehead was glowing. When the light subsided, the pain in my forehead receded as if it were a lie.
"...The spell? has become quite short, hasn't it."
"Though it doesn't work with just a 'request' like Big Brother does."
My second brother shrugs, saying that the final goal is to obtain a healing effect just by chanting "Healing Magic." It has only been about twenty years since humans became able to manipulate things like magic by borrowing the power of spirits. There are a few humans who manipulate wonders by making requests to spirits, but my second brother wants to turn this into a technique called "Spirit Magic" that fits into a mold, making the power of spirits something anyone can handle. Almost every day, he shuts himself in the "Tower of Dawn" and builds the foundations of magic with Camille and Camilo.
...But I think "anyone can handle it" will be difficult since the spell is in Japanese pronunciation.
That's probably why Camille and Camilo, who seemingly watch over spirits so they aren't misused by humans, condone my second brother's actions of trying to create a technique for humans to utilize spirits. For now, the magic (things) my second brother creates are only small things, like healing the scratches of the town's children or creating a seed fire for the stove, so they might not feel the need to take them away.
"...That's right, Brothers. I want you to help me persuade Father."
"Father?"
Now that I've remembered my previous life, I can't stay still. I've remembered many things, such as things I left undone in my previous life, things I wanted to do, and places I wanted to go but couldn't. Because remembering my previous life happened later than planned, I want to start acting as soon as possible. It's different from Japan, where life was said to be eighty years. I've already wasted ten years of time.
"This is sudden, but your sister has remembered her previous life, so she's going on a journey. Accordingly, since I am a minor, I would like to get the consent of my parent... owww!"
The one who forcibly ended my words by pinching my cheek was, surprisingly, my eldest brother. I thought physical punishment (physical attack) toward me was the second brother's responsibility, so this is too surprising.
"Ana, you've got the order wrong."
"That's right. If you say you want to get permission from your parents because you want to go on a journey, you have to get permission from us first."
"Is that the point? Shouldn't you first react to the fact that I started talking about remembering my previous life?"
"That's too late for that now."
"In our siblings... everyone except the eldest son (me) is a reincarnator, you know?"
At the words of my eldest brother, which continued with "And all former Japanese," for some reason, I was the one who reacted. I said, "This is the first I've heard of it."
I made a thick and thin book. Those who are interested, please take a look at the activity report or the production blog. About one more week.
