Chapter 2 - Volume 1 (1/2)

Telling my father a suitable excuse (the contents of which I couldn’t remember), I withdrew to my room to clear my muddled thoughts.

If I believe the sudden memories that overflowed within me, then I have just obtained the memories of my past life.

Are these… really memories from my previous life, or are these just well-thought out fantasies? With these questions, a practical answer was brought out. That is, when the time comes, and I end up getting my foot stuck from going forward because I couldn’t see, then at that time, I’ll stop.

In the meantime, I decided to believe in myself. These were my memories from a previous life.

The “me” from my previous life was an office lady that was from Japan. In the administration division of a small company, I would stare at numbers and grappling with the photo-copying machine everyday. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a lover. But if I could have had 3 – no, 5 more years, I would have had an incredibly electrifying romance.

— is what I like to believe.

I died due to a traffic accident. If it was painful or if it was scary, I was fortunate enough not to remember. But I did remember feeling frightened when I saw myself about to get struck by a car. At that time, I felt like I received a huge shock, but now, it felt like the incident happened much too fast.

Dying earlier than my parents might make me a person who lacks respect to her own family. But I’m fortunate enough to have siblings that will take care of my parents in their later years, so I have nothing to worry about.

Although I might incline my head from doubt to most claims that something could be achieved in a person’s short span of life, I did believe that living life to the fullest would grant eternal peace.

On a different note, since a while ago, the thoughts that came flowing naturally before has started making my head hurt when I got more details. When I overworked the limited operations of my nerves, an unpleasant feeling overwhelmed me.

Thanks to that, I could only remember a few detail about each individual’s life. In spite of that, strangely enough, I could vividly remember the few details about them. For example, how I used to play a game… that had those characters.

Wiping my head with a handkerchief to cool down from a fever that broke out, I found myself standing. (1) In front of the full length mirror, an actor half its size looked to be also standing.

It feels uncomfortable finding myself reflected in the mirror, and it might be because I know the reason why. Oddly, and without hesitating, I had the urge to face my own reflection.

A girl in a crimson dress stared back at me. When I raised my hand, the girl in the mirror raised her own. And when I pulled at the corners of my lip, the girl in the mirror also made a firmly funny-looking face.

Black hair and white skin under a monotone color scheme and, whether it was painted on or not, red lips and cheeks that attracted attention. With that, the name “Snow White”, from my past life came to mind, but the projection in the mirror did not feel like the princess in the fairy tale story. What I mean is, not only did I have a pair of slightly intense-looking upturned eyes, I also had – although it’s small – a mole under one eye.

The crimson dress, which was far from the impression of cute and refreshing, might also be a contributing factor. It seems like it is the image color for the Lilia household. Almost all the dresses that come out of the wardrobe also appeared to be of this color.

Although I filled my smile with charm as much as I could, I felt extremely embarrassed, so I stopped.

（With this appearance, even in the game… laughing didn’t fit this image）

The game’s Lycoris Radiata. The『Me』- no, let us call her『That girl』- that girl was the heroine’s rival, or to be exact, the villain of the game.

Incidentally, when Wolfgang Eisenhut and the heroine became involved in a youthful love, she was the obstacle that had to be climbed over.