Chapter 2: fate destined
“The Holy Maiden of Light and the Five Heroes.”
That was the title of the book I loved.
The main setting of the story was in a school in the royal capital.
The protagonist, born as a commoner but possessing the talent of a holy maiden, meets a group of men who are later called heroes by fate after entering the school.
Through twists and turns, she solved various problems with her inherent kindness and sense of justice.
She even became friends with those who were initially hostile, and in the end, they worked together to fight against the evil Demon King.
Moreover, they didn’t just defeat him but even save him.
It was a happy ending where no one was unhappy.
However, there was one character who couldn’t be happy.
“Me right now…”
No matter how many times I checked in front of the mirror in my bedroom, there was no doubt that I was Slayer.
All the characteristics described in the book matched me perfectly.
Above all, the memories that flowed into my head proved my true identity.
I let out a big sigh.
Probably including my past life, I had never experienced such disappointment before.
Being reborn was a blessing.
I wished for a life with a role to play, and it is true that this world was the last thing I thought of.
But of all things, being Slayer was unacceptable.
This character alone was impossible.
As I was feeling disappointed, there was a knock on the door.
“Ojou-sama, are you awake?”
It was a woman’s voice.
She was probably a maid in this mansion.
If my memory served me right, the maid would come to wake me up in the morning.
“Yes, I’m already awake.”
“――! Shall I prepare your change of clothes? May I come in?”
As I remember, the maid came into the room.
Her name was Louise.
She was the maid who took care of me.
As she entered the room, she moved quickly and prepared my clothes.
I took the clothes and started changing by myself.
“What’s the matter?”
“I-It’s nothing… Are you changing by yourself?”
It was at that moment I suddenly realized.
I always had the maid help me change.
She must have found it suspicious that I suddenly started changing by myself.
Considering this character’s personality, the idea of taking care of things by myself never crossed my mind.
She had an arrogant and confident demeanour, and she didn’t consider maids or commoners as human beings.
I also understood why she was so nervous.
Normally, I acted more arrogant and treated the maid with contempt.
“Well, maybe I should ask for your help after all?”
“Y-Yes. Of course.”
Louise hurriedly began to help me change.
Perhaps because my memories from my previous life were longer and more vivid than my new memories, I couldn’t help but feel frustrated relying on someone else to help me change.
Now I am Slayer.
I should behave like Slayer, but. . .
“How does it look?”
“Thank you. It fits properly.”
No matter what, I couldn’t behave arrogantly like Slayer.
Louise, while still fearful of my change in attitude, showed a relieved expression.
It was because she was usually rushed and scolded.
She seemed unable to hide her surprise at how easily the time for changing clothes had ended and how she was being thanked.
“Isn’t it time for breakfast?”
“Yes, it’s ready for you.”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
For now, I’ll try to play the role of Slayer to the best of my capabilities.
Maybe this world is completely different from the world in the book, and it just happens to have a similar name and environment.
Come to think of it, is it even possible to be reborn into a world that is exactly the same as a book?
It could just be a coincidence that I was born with a similar name and in a similar environment.
Yes, that must be it.
Otherwise, what am I?
I moved to another room and had breakfast.
My father and mother were also present at the breakfast table.
“Good morning, Slayer. Did you sleep well yesterday?”
“Eat well and grow big. Nutrition is important for growth.”
My parents dote on me.
Partly because I am their only daughter but also because they are just naturally affectionate.
Their indulgence has influenced Slayer’s haughty personality.
In a way, I am troubled by the hardships caused by these parents of mine, but they mean no harm. They simply cherish me, so I cannot hold any resentment.
“Oh, Slayer, what’s the matter? You seem a little down.”
“Oh, yeah. I was feeling that way too.”
“I’m fine. I was just lost in thought for a moment.”
I laughed it off.
As expected, it would make those who see me every day feel uneasy.
I can’t be the real Slayer, after all.
It seems like I’ll have to gradually get my parents used to it.
It’s okay not to play the role of Slayer.
This place may look similar, but it’s definitely not a world from a book.
So it’s okay.
“You seem worried. Were you thinking about the school you’ll be attending next year?”
“It’s okay. Being Slayer, you’ll make plenty of friends.”
“What do you mean by ‘school’?”
I asked hesitantly.
Then the two of them looked at me with puzzled expressions.
“What are you talking about? It’s the Royal Renoir Academy.”
” Starting from next year, you will become a student at the academy.”
Their words shocked me.
The name of the academy was also present in the memories of this body.
But I had been avoiding thinking about it.
To convince myself that it was just similar. . .
Not only the name of the academy but everything else was also similar.
The expression “similar” was no longer enough.
This world is indeed the world from the book.
If that’s the case, then I Slayer Raeburn will meet a tragic end.