The Reincarnated Count’s Daughter Is the Strongest as She Is Loved by the Spirits, Though She Is Only Wishing for Regular Romance! - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 : The baby was bored

Are you sleeping properly?

Are you eating vegetables?

Are you exercising?

I was eating vegetables.

On that day, I woke up to the bright light outside my window. I was planning to stay up all night, but it seems like I dozed off. The deadline was the day after tomorrow, so  I wondered if I would have to pay extra for printing again. As I tried to get up, I realized that I couldn’t move my body the way I wanted.

Crap. What is this ? Is it due to lack of sleep? Or could it be an illness?

Let’s calm down for now. I wonder if I have a fever… so I tried to touch my forehead.

What’s with this hand?

It’s small.

Like jelly.

What is that, Cupid?

When I looked around, I noticed that the ceiling was high, there were too many decorations, and fairy-like pictures were drawn on it. Even the place I was sleeping in had frilly edges. This isn’t my room. What on earth is going on? with a pounding heart, I tried to get up, but I just couldn’t.

Normally, grown-ups don’t cry. They might get teary-eyed, but they don’t cry with “boo hoo” or anything like that. That’s only allowed up until elementary school. And yet, I cried. I started crying without even thinking about it, as if it were a conditioned reflex. I just couldn’t stop it.

“oh dear, Diadora?-sama. What’s the matter?”

Suddenly coming into view from the side was a white girl with impressive big blue eyes. I mean, she’s Caucasian, ma’am.

I’ve lived in such a small world where I’ve never known a single foreigner among the people I pass by in the city. So, when someone suddenly comes this close, it’s quite a shock. I was so surprised that I forgot to cry.

“I’m right here~ Did you have a scary dream?”

Ah, this is how you interact with a baby, isn’t it? I remember doing this several times when taking care of my friend’s and older sister’s children many times. That sweet tone of voice when talking to babies and cats just comes out unconsciously, right? These jelly-like hands are also baby hands.

Open and close, 

open and close.

Yeah. These hands, it’s mine.

Hahaha… I don’t even understand anymore, so all I can do is laugh.

“Kyaa, you’re laughing while looking at my face! How adorable!”

“Hey, Dana. If you raise your voice like that, the young lady will be startled, you know.”

“But Cynthia, she’s just incredibly cute!”

Another person has arrived. This time there was a sexy girl with red hair. Both of them are cute, aren’t they? If they’re calling me “young lady,” that means they’re maids, right, these two? They’re dressed like it, after all.

The level of the maids is impressive, right ? But wait, this isn’t the time for this! How did I end up in this situation? What time is it now? Where am I? Who am I??

I used to be a regular office worker, working as a logistics operator for a certain company. I had some aspirations for career advancement, and so I even attended programming classes. But I quit because I wanted to spend more time on my hobbies.

I used to publish doujinshi^[1]. It’s not like I was obsessed with it or anything. I don’t want people to think that all female otaku are obsessed. But I was okay with being just  a little obsessed. Maybe there were times when I had a bit of a ‘obsessed’ side, like one foot dipped into it. Can it still be called that way, if it’s just halfway to being obsessed ?

I had a lot of time when I was a student, but when I started working, the time I had for my hobbies drastically decreased, and I couldn’t afford to sleep before deadlines. So, it was common to drink energy drinks and pull all-nighters.

I also prefer surfing the internet at home rather than going out, and I treat going out with friends as an event. The term “day off” meant spending the day alone at home.  I sat in a chair all day at work, and even when I got home, I stayed in a chair until I went to bed. On weekends, I would sit in front of my computer all day. Exercise? I thought I was fine because I climbed the station stairs during my commute.

So, that’s how a blood clot got stuck in my brain’s blood vessels… i guess.

That part is already a blur in my memory, but I faintly feel like I heard someone talking about something like that. Was it called “Economy Syndrome^[2]“? I knew it wasn’t good to sit in the same position for too long, but you know when you’re engrossed in something, time flies by, right? There were days when I didn’t leave my seat except to go to the restroom.

I’m still only in my thirties, after all. It’s really not fair to my parents. I asked my sister to take care of my computer, but if she were to read its contents, I’d feel even more guilty. I can’t apologize anymore because I’m already gone.

And, it seems I’ve been reborn and, strangely enough, I’ve become a young lady from a good family.

I really feel sorry for my family. If I could, I’d want to appear in their dreams to say thank you and apologize. I wanted to become my niece’s guardian spirit and watch her grow into an adult. I spent a couple of days mulling over it, but the situation hasn’t changed at all. In other words, this isn’t a dream, it’s reality, and whether I like it or not, I have to live in this world. I need to gather my resolve.

This time, I’ll live properly, hopefully outlive my parents, and if possible, I want to show my grandchildren’s faces!!

It’s been five days since my reincarnation. During this time, I’ve learned various things. On the evening of the first day, I met my family for the first time.

I did think the maids were cute, but when I saw the overwhelming beauty of my own family members, I realized that the maids were just normal girls. They are cute too, though.

They could easily join an idol group you can meet in person with their cuteness, but my mother, on the other hand, was so stunning that I thought she could easily make it into the top ten of the world’s beauty rankings.

Her hair was a dazzling shade of blonde that reflected the light, and her eyes were emerald green. When she gazed at you, it felt like you were being pulled into an endless abyss. No, it’s not creepy at all. It’s just that her eyes are so deeply and beautifully green that you get lost in them.

Her almond-shaped eyes, framed by long, golden eyelashes, had a distinct double eyelid. Because she was caucasian, she had a high nose. You wouldn’t think she had given birth to three children. Her lips were plump and soft.

My father was also incredibly good-looking. If you were to mix his photo into the images of Northern European models that occasionally pop up on social media, no one would find it odd, and everyone would likely agree that he looks amazing and become a hot topic.

His hair, a shade of gold close to silver, is a bit on the longer side, and the way he brushes his bangs aside is so attractive. He’s my father, but I can’t help feeling embarrassed when he lifts me up, even though I’m just a baby.

And, my big brothers are like angels. I won’t accept any objections. My five-year-old eldest brother, Chris, has silky, honey-blonde hair, and his eyes are the same emerald green as our mother’s. It’s like he has a translucent, ethereal beauty. I wonder if it’s just my imagination that it looks like there’s a natural spotlight on him, or maybe my eyes or my head are just messed up. 

“Wow, how cute! I can’t wait until we can play together.”

‘You’re the cute one!’ – said by a zero-year-old baby.

My second brother, Alan, is only two years old, but already has a large build. He has chestnut-brown hair and the same gray eyes as our father. He seems happy to be a big brother and often comes by to talk or touch my hands and cheeks.

Another thing that surprised me was their clothing. Was this place in medieval Europe?

What’s with those dress-like outfits that look like they belong in a museum? I can tell they’re expensive. The fabric is glossy, and it’s adorned with delicate embroidery. But do I have to wear something like that in the future, even though it seems tight and difficult to move ?

Let’s stop, it’s not good for my health. I want to live a long life this time. In the medieval era, lifespans should be much shorter than in the present day. Why did I reincarnate into the past? Make it the future. Let me travel through space. Let me live for over a hundred years!

Huh? But they’re not using candles for lighting, are they? I don’t think it’s animal oil either. I can’t really tell, but there doesn’t seem to be a place for oil. And there was ice in the glass that Father was drinking from, and there’s even a freezer, right? Is it an ice chamber?

In any case, there were so many things I didn’t understand, so whenever there were people around, I made sure to listen to their conversations and gather information. At first, I didn’t understand what they were saying, but I started by memorizing words, and when they showed me picture books, I examined the letters closely.

Being a baby is incredibly boring, you know? All you do is eat and sleep. It feels like being left behind with restraints on a bed. Honestly, it’s tormenting me. That’s why I had so much time to learn words, to the point of hating it.

Based on the information I gathered in this way, it seems that the place I’m in is a country called the Azelia Empire. Apparently, it’s not a democratic country, there’s an emperor who ruled this empire. However, because of anime and games, I have an image of the Empire as a villain.

Our family is the Margrave^[3] of Verisario. I am Diadora Abel von Verisario. What exactly is a Margrave ? How does it rank in terms of social status? Since it’s a Margrave, does that mean we have territory in the midst of the wilderness?

Moreover, this isn’t Earth’s medieval Europe, you know. Because everyone here uses magic. To be precise, it’s the spirits who use magic, and almost all of the citizens, including all of the nobles, constantly have spirits they’ve formed contracts with accompanying them.

At first, I thought they were dust particles or fireflies. There were these small, round, unidentified objects floating around near everyone’s shoulders. Even though they call it a contract, I don’t really understand what it means. And I don’t know how, but before I knew it, there was also a light blue glow floating softly near me. I wonder when I made the contract.

It seems to be a water spirit. I’m sure this is the reason why I wet the bed. I don’t want to, but it would be too abnormal for a baby who hasn’t even been born for 6 months to express the desire to go to the bathroom, so I have no choice but to let it out here. Not being able to move is painful, but this is also painful. I want to become an adult as soon as possible.

“Look! The young lady already has a spirit!”

“Oh ! as expected of our daughter. She’s going to be a child with high magical power.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Magic power!

I know about it. When the MP is used up, the amount increases, right? I saw it on the internet. Muscles also increase when you use your limbs, and physical strength also increases when you exercise.

Well then, why not increase it ? I don’t have any plans to fight, and I don’t want to, but there’s nothing else to do. If I use it up, I’ll pass out, and that means I can sleep. Sleeping is crucial for babies.

But, this might be bad for my body, right? I realized later that it might not be conducive to a long life, but at that moment, I could feel my magical power increasing, and it was so enjoyable that I couldn’t stop.

It’s like when people start enjoying building muscle through weight lifting and can’t stop. Another thing I did for entertainment was exercise. I was placed in what they call a baby bed, which has rails to prevent me from falling. I kicked those rails repeatedly, over and over again.

“Well, were you sleeping underneath there? I’m sorry, your feet accidentally bumped the rails.”

But because it was making a rattling sound, Dana rushed over and moved me to the center of the bed. I didn’t give up, though.

I would wriggle and squirm all over, moving inch by inch, and if any part of my body touched the rail, I could use that as a pivot point to spin around. It took a really long time, but I had plenty of time to spare. Sometimes, I’d get tired and doze off, but sleep was my priority. So, I’d only kick the rail when I felt like it.

“Young lady, you’re doing it again?”

“Are you kicking the rail again?”

“Maybe the bed is too narrow. But she seems really happy while kicking.”

“She’s really in a good mood. Isn’t she playing?”

That’s right. I learned that in order to do what I want, I have to communicate my intentions properly. When I’m kicking the railing, it’s so much fun. I kick it while giggling and moving my hands. I just keep on kicking.

I want to gather information by listening to conversations, so when someone is talking nearby, I cheerfully chime in occasionally. Even if I can only say ‘Ou’ or ‘Fee’, I speak the words I’ve learned. I talk even if the other person doesn’t understand what I’m saying.

If they read me a book, I’d be delighted, you know?

At that time, they showed me the pages of the book properly. If they point with their finger to where they’re reading, I’d be overjoyed. I listen to the story quietly with a big smile. So, babysitting me became easy because everyone only needed to read books for me.

When using magic, I first give a little to the spirit. Spirits feed on human magic power, you know. My spirit, it was just selfishly sucking up magic power and stubbornly sticking around. It’s like a mosquito or a leech, but it’s just that what they suck is different, isn’t it?

It seems that people with strong magical powers are inhabited by strong spirits. I feel like my spirit has gotten a little bigger, and before I knew it, there was also a red light floating around it. Was it taken as bait, or maybe it was lured and fed because I’m constantly releasing magic power ?

And so, I became an incredibly noisy baby. I don’t cry, you know? Once I could speak words, there was no need to cry anymore.

Since I originally tried to communicate with tones in my voice even before I could speak, I was a noisy child, but people found it funny.

That thing turned into words. A list of words. I haven’t fully memorized particles or adjectives yet, but the intention gets through quite well. And when that happens, people talk to me more and more, so I keep learning more words.

I read a lot of books, so I can learn a lot of things. Babies’ learning speed is incredible.

Recently, when I release magic power, magical tools have started to move, so I’ve been moving the magical toys that were hanging overhead one by one and releasing magic power. Of course, I also feed it to the spirits.

Amidst the music played by the toys, the spirits with color of water and red sway and dance gracefully. I kick the railings and flapping my hands as I list the words.

What’s the situation like? It’s horror. I’m sure people will think there’s an evil spirit following me. I thought so too. But, you see, I’m a young lady after all, that’s why, there’s always someone by my side.

So, I don’t talk while looking at the empty ceiling. I engage in lively conversations with the maids, expressing joy and excitement, flapping my arms and legs in delight. I listen to the maids’ words and respond appropriately, listing words in the process, so they don’t think I’ve gone mad.

I was a lively baby, and I learned to roll over quickly, so I was allowed to be taken out of the bed early. It made me so happy. It felt like my world had expanded even just a little. I also got to go to the garden when they carried me. Once they put me on the ground, it was all mine.

I crawled that day. It’s also a high-speed crawl. Being able to move was amazing!

The room is spacious, so there’s plenty of room to exercise. If my knees got scraped from friction, I could heal them with magic and start crawling again. I was really excited. I slept all the time because of tiredness.

Thanks to kicking the railings, I had developed some muscles for a baby, so progress was quick from this point. On the third day of crawling, I attempted to stand while holding onto something, and I succeeded right away. Then I started standing up, sitting down, rolling around, and moving about to build more muscle. By the time I was over six months old, I had started walking.

On the night I first walked, I cried alone out of happiness. And by the time I turned one year old, I was still a bit lispy, and my word order and particles were off, but I had managed to have coherent conversations. If someone held my hand, I could walk around the mansion on my own.

It was too early, wasn’t it? It was abnormal, indeed. But I just couldn’t wait. However, it led to some unexpected consequences.

“Even though she’s only one year old, she can already speak. The young lady might be a genius!”

“Yeah. My angel not only is cute but also talented!”

“At this age, no one else here can walk so well just like you do.”

“Yes, indeed. Neither Chris nor Alan started this early.”

“The spirits as well as both of you are exceptional. Diadora?-sama is a special young lady.”

“Perhaps I should talk about it to His Majesty at the next tea party.”

“The first prince is six years old this year, just like Chris. I think the second prince was two years old.”

Crap. Was our family status really that high if they were considering marrying the daughter into the royal family. But, marrying into the royal family is impossible.

They have to learn customs and etiquette, and the women of the imperial family are the faces of society. Tea parties and evening events are not just entertainment. Even in modern Japan, politicians go to upscale restaurants, right? History can be shaped in such places.

It’s impossible. I don’t want to change history. I’d definitely say something wrong. Wearing a stuffy dress, standing in front of a crowd, enduring the nervousness, reading between the lines, and still engaging in intelligent conversation, that’s torture, isn’t it? I won’t survive for long. I need to come up with a plan.

1. Doujinshi (???), is the Japanese term for self-published print works, such as magazines, manga, and novels?

2. Economy class syndrome : The formation of blood clots in veins deep within the legs occurring during (or just after) a long airplane flight, especially in economy class where there is the least space allotted per passenger and one’s legs tend especially to be immobilized for lack of legroom?

3. A margrave is the German name for a nobleman whose rank was equivalent to a French marquis. They both referred to a ruler of border or frontier territories?

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Translated by : Cutae30