“What happened? Did someone make you cry again? I told you not to seek for attention, didn’t I?” Zinon’s words made the older woman lower her eyebrows in sadness and timidly peered at me.

“That’s not it… Lady, by the look on your face, have you forgotten about His Highness too…?”

“Huh?”

Zinon seemed to realise the abnormal situation for the first time, his eyes wide open in surprise.

“Did you really forget about me too?” Julian came back to my chest from Zinon. When such an adorable boy with big teary green eyes looks up at me with a pure expression, I, naturally weak to innocent children, get flustered.

“I-I’m sorry, please don’t cry. There, there. Good boy, good boy…”

I softly hugged Julian, who clung to my chest, patting his back, and comforting him, just like I used to do for my still somewhat spoiled little brother Yuu.

“…”

Julian looked up at me in surprise, staring at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Julian, who didn’t respond. Looking at the older woman and Zinon, both were frozen again, but their reactions were slightly different this time.

They stared at me with strange expressions as if seeing a ghost.

“Did you just smile?”

“Huh?”

“What was that ‘there, there’ thing…?”

Zinon looked at the older woman as if to say, ‘Did you see that?’ and she was in disbelief with her fingers covering her mouth.

“You said ‘good boy, good boy’… Lady Richeli…? Are you really Lady Richeli? Why would you hug and comfort Lord Julian…??”

“Huh?”

Wasn’t that normal? What was going on? He was so cute that I couldn’t help but want to hug him.

“We need a doctor, quickly!” The older woman ran out of the room, and as she left, two people who were introduced as Richeli’s mother and father came in. They hugged me in turn, making me blush and then pale again.

***

“I’m exhausted…”

When I woke up, it seemed to be in the morning. After having my temperature taken by the doctor, my pulse checked, and a series of other checks, it was past noon when they finally finished. Having lost consciousness for three whole days, I was fed a sweet porridge-like meal, bathed, and eventually left alone to rest.

The fact that no one said anything suggested they were willing to accept my feigned amnesia. After everyone left, I sunk into the bedding, completely drained. When I bathed, I saw myself in the mirror for the first time.

I was surprised. The girl in the mirror was gorgeous—transparent peach-coloured eyes and wavy platinum blonde hair that went down to her back suited Richeli perfectly.

I thought Zinon was a little younger than Kokoro, but Richeli looked just as young, like a little girl. But her chest was developed, and her waist was slim, with a smooth hip line.

“What a sexy body…” I was taken aback when I saw her pink nipples. I must have been in a good mood in the clouds, having swapped bodies with Rin, who was just like me.

“Ah, I can’t forget. Now I need to write in the diary, diary…” I started opening the drawers of the shiny white desk from top to bottom. I found a locked drawer and looked around for the key.

I walked past the white piano, past the vase and tea set on the shelves, until… “Ah, I saw it earlier.” I headed towards the vanity on the other side of the bed.

A small music box resembling a jewellery box was next to the cute white brush and perfume bottle. When I opened it, there were two keys inside. I held them and looked at Richeli in the mirror.

I was taken aback when the old woman used magic to dry my hair after the bath. Yes, to my surprise, this place was not anywhere on Earth.

It was, unquestionably, what you’d call another world, a place that Kokoro and Yukine would probably be ecstatic about. I had no choice but to understand.

Although I’m not as enthusiastic as Kokoro or Yukine, I like magic and fantasy. Can I fly here? Are there fairies?

Feeling the soft sensation of the plush carpet under my feet, I returned to the desk, turned the key in the lock, and opened the drawer again. Inside were several slender perfume bottles and a pink diary.

I inserted the key into the lock of the diary, turned it, and with a click, it opened.

I returned to bed, leaned against the fluffy cushion, and flipped through the pages.

“I have no complaints about this country. It’s rich and beautiful, with intelligent bureaucrats, a wise king, and a high level of happiness among the people. Looking at Zinon, who is much like the highly respected king, I can see that it will be well-maintained even when he takes over.

But if I had a choice, I would have preferred to be born in Namibia, the country to the south. It’s on the same level of national power, where love is free, and people are sexually liberated. I would have loved to be born there.”

“I’m tired…”

The one thing I hate about Elrand is its chastity. Even if the reality is unknown, I despise the trend of valuing chastity. To put it bluntly, it’s boring.

In Namibia, even royal marriages are based on love. I, destined to be engaged to Zinon before I could even think, never had a choice.

I don’t want to be greedy; I just want to experience love. It would be fun to have a love like the ones in my favourite non-fiction romance novels from Namibia.

Especially the love story between the pirate prince and a noblewoman from another country; I want to experience such a thrilling love. I wonder how passionate they were during their sex on the deck.”

I paused my reading at that point and mumbled to myself, “This is just a normal diary… so Zinon and Richeli are engaged to each other? Wait, if I’m Richeli… eh, he’s, my fiancé? That handsome guy? For real?”