Chapter 1: The Muscle Lady trigger – Part 1│Read translated stories and daily updates at: Awebstories.com

How are you doing, ladies and gentlemen of the Earth?

I’m an ex-Japanese who has suddenly remembered a memory from a previous life and is in turmoil.

Thank you. Thank you, thank you.

Um… Is this the reincarnation of the villainess that was popular in a few shows?

I can’t remember the title, but I believe I saw it in an anime.

Matilda is the high-flying marquess who gets dumped when the heroine appears, and I am the prince’s fiancée. In the story, I reminisced about my previous life.

Matilda attempted to make the prince dislike the heroine when they first met, but she instead piqued his interest, and the heroine and he eventually fell in love.

Isn’t it?

I didn’t watch every episode —I just watched them when they were on, so I’m a little hazy about it.

Anime is, after all, anime.

To be honest, I’d rather avoid the hassle of becoming a member of the royal family.

How can a former modern person have a selfless and devotional spirit? No!

I’m fortunate in that I’m only nine years old.

I believe the engagement call came when I was a little older, but before I made my social debut, around the age of 14 or so.

As a result, the time limit is five years. There’s still plenty of time to prepare.

I don’t want to make the same mistake Matilda did in the anime, so I’d like to decide the game before the encounter.

Getting a scar on your face is the quickest way.

But I’d lose my position as a noblewoman if that happened.

Gaining weight on purpose is also unhealthy, and I prefer not to do it.

I don’t want to squander my entire life.

That’s right.

I was going to be a voluptuous beauty, unlike the heroine, who was a fragile, innocent fairy-like-princess…

Hmm…

Oh, I have an idea.

Let’s get to work on becoming a muscular beauty like a bodybuilder.

If I were the heroine, I’d be a little leaner, but if I were the big-boned one, I’m sure I’d grow up to be quite burly, wouldn’t I?

A girl with such a unique appearance would be unable to engage in diplomacy, nor would she be able to attract stupid aristocrats looking for her body, as depicted in the main story.

There is a theory that if you train your muscles too early, you will not grow taller, but from what I saw in the anime, she was as tall as the prince, so shrinking a little isn’t an issue.

Of course, I don’t intend to become a cheap daughter with muscles in her brain!

I’m going to get even more education as the daughter of a Marquis family than I already have.

If I do this, I might receive an offer from a great noble family that recognizes my abilities.

Even if I remain single and become a Marquess, I will be able to do whatever I want with my status, money, brains, and brawn.

That’s all!

If you have money, brains, status, and muscles, you can do anything!

I’ll have to plan a proper menu and raise them efficiently!

Oh, but if I work out too openly, the master of the household may intervene.

Should I do it in private so that no one can find me?

No, that’s difficult when you’re the marquis’s daughter.

So, if I insist on learning better manners, could I begin with a few simple exercises?

You can numb the senses of those watching you by gradually increasing the intensity and eventually turning it into a full-fledged muscle workout!

But…

I’m sure they don’t make dumbbells or anything like that here, do they?

How about having them make you weights disguised as jewelry, such as bracelets or anklets, and working out in secret on a regular basis?

Yes, but it’s a shame there isn’t a protein shake in this world.

I wish I could ask the chef to change the menu to something higher in protein…

Well, I guess it’s pointless to worry about it in my head.

Anyway, I’ll start with what I’m capable of.

Let’s get started! —Yes!

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It’s been five years since I made that decision.

It was a long and difficult struggle, but I succeeded.

The very first gorimacho girl was born!

My family members initially admired my dedication, but they soon realized that I was becoming overly muscular.

Of course, yes. I’m now taller than my father.

It was too late by the time they began to panic.

No one could stop me from training because I had grown so strong.

Because it was forbidden for a man to touch a young woman, the head maid, accompanied by the maids, held me by the arms, waist, and legs.

Rather, I used them as a form of exercise.

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