Fleeing Cherry Blossom 4 Indifferent Acceptance

d.a.m.n.. It's too bright.

"Unconscious near a lake? How did this happen? Where were the Young Miss's personal gaurds?" A deep voice questioned in a calm tone.

Hearing this, I let out a slight yawn before trying to rub out the discomfort in my eyes.

"We were informed by one of her maids, that the Young Miss had chosen to recklessly travel on ahead before the maid had the time to grab a suitable guard." Another low voice spoke.

Listening in on the faint conversation, I couldn't help but turn my head towards the sound, wondering if I had left the TV on before going to bed.

Setting my eyes on the sight of a grand gold embedded dual doored entrance, I raised a brow and blankly turned my gaze away to observe the rest of the room.

After taking a good look at the place that was at least three times the size of my apartment, I let out a deep sigh as the memories of the last time I woke up resurfaced in my head.

I woke up in a strange lake, I stayed in the lake for a long time. Then I got cold and decided to swim out, was exhausted after getting myself on the sh.o.r.e, saw a group of people, then pa.s.sed out.

After that, I watched a nonsensical ten year long movie, about the n.o.ble life of a fictional character in a romance game. When it came to an abrupt end, resulting in the unexpected death of the character, I heard a voice off in the distance, saw a light, then woke up.

Now I'm here, laying comfortably within a soft bed with a silky pink transparent sheet surrounding it like a mosquito net.

While slowly recalling the events that led up this situation, I made sure to keep up with the hushed conversation on the other side of the fancy looking door, where I could see two blurry figures through the opaque gla.s.s door frames.

"Traveling on ahead?" A rough sounding voice pondered out loud before finis.h.i.+ng up with the rest of what they had to say. "That does not seem like something the Young Miss would do... Was there perhaps someone who could have persuaded the Young Miss?"

"There was. We have received information regarding a gardener who was traveling along with the group. According to the carriage driver, the gardener had persuaded the Young Miss to travel on ahead with the promise that the Miss's guards would catch up sooner or later."

"I see. This gardener seems a little off, Captain, don't you think? It is as if he was in a hurry to quickly alienate the Young Lady. I don't suppose that you have him under custody? His capture would surely help further our investigation on how the Young Miss, who should be celebrating her 10th birthday, has suddenly turned up unconscious and soaked to the bone."

"...I regret to inform you that the gardener could not be found. We had thoroughly searched the area where we initially discovered the unconscious Miss, but nothing but wild animals could be found. It had looked like the gardener had quickly made his escape after leading Miss Heart inside."

"Truly incompetent. You've tarnished our reputation as the Heart Manor's personal guards. For your inability to sufficiently protect the Young Miss, you and your troops have now been officially issued up to five months of intense training drills in the Mountains, and can only return back when at least each and every one of your men learn that this sort of situation should not have ever been allowed to happen in the first place and that your inefficiency to protect our Young Miss has almost cost us the life of the Lord Duke's only living heir. Do you accept your punishment, Captain?"

".... I accept."

"Fantastic. Then is there anything else to report?"

"No, sir. That is all."

"Hm. Alright. Dismissed. I do hope that the next time I see you, both you and your troops have improved tremendously to make up for this unfortunate occurrence. You may go, I'll have to trouble you with the task of sending over the Manor's healer on your way out."

"I will do my best not to disappoint, General. Then, I will be leaving."

"Take care."

Watching as one of the two tall looking figures give a respectful bow to the other before leaving, my eyes wandered to the person who stayed behind. Observing the tall buff looking figure, who I a.s.sumed was a man, I wondered to myself why I had found his voice so familiar.

As I tried to match the shape of the man to anyone in my life, I was a bit startled when they suddenly turned their body in my direction and bowed.

"Please excuse this humble attendant for disturbing the Young Miss's thoughts, but since you are awake and seem to be fine, I would like to inquire about the Miss's health." The unfamiliar man questioned, in a low but concerned voice.

Hearing this, I took another look around the room to check if there could be someone else inside. Seeing no one but myself, I let out a small frown.

Could he be talking to me?

No way. I don't have such a n.o.ble nickname.
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"..."

But if he's not talking to me then who is he talking to?

Perhaps because I took to long to answer, the man at the door decided to peak his head inside, revealing the face of a worried middle aged man with slightly faded black hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

"Young Miss? Are you alright?" The man said, as he gazed over in my direction.

Startled, I stared at the man in utter confusion. Who the h.e.l.l..

"Young Miss?" The man spoke again, this time with a look of deep concern.

Feeling a little agitated, I glared at the man and raised up an unfamiliar looking slim white hand to shut him up before he could say anything else.

"Could you please leave me alone?" I asked in the nicest tone I could conjure up, since I wanted him to quickly leave without asking me any questions.

Hearing my polite demand the man's concerned face deepened even more, which made me feel uncomfortable for some reason.

What are you so concerned about, old man? I just want to be alone, is that too much to ask for..

"Y-young Miss, could there be something wrong with your brain? No.. perhaps you hit your head somewhere? Maybe you—" The man continued to ramble on for a few more minutes questioning whether I've lost a few braincells after I woke up, making me want to throw something at him to shut him up.

Rubbing the sides of my head as I felt a headache coming, I sent a hostile glare at the man before pointing a slim finger to the door.

"Get out." I said.

"But—"

"I said, get out."

Hearing what I had to say, the man let out a sigh.

"As you wish, Young Miss." With that the man sent another worried glance in my direction, gave a splendid bow and took his leave.

Seeing the magnificent gold dual doors shut close, I took in a deep breath to calm myself down.

What was wrong with that man... But more importantly why did he seem so familiar?

Shuffling through my memories I couldn't find anyone who could resemble the strange man.

Ah. Maybe...?

Just when I was about to give up on finding out the ident.i.ty of the old man, I remembered that I had just watched a full ten year long movie about a pink haired villainess. Could it be..

Taking off my focus on my own memories I tasked myself with remembering all the people that had appeared in the short life of that unfortunate child. After a few minutes of filtering through the many scenes I found an exact match.

Elmore Graelles, or better known as General Graelles, Duke Arion's personal guard and the commander of the Heart Manor's private battalion.

Ah.. So it's him. Nothing to worry about then.

"....."

The h.e.l.l's this fictional guy doing randomly walking around in front of my face? Is he not a fictional character from a fictional world? And why did I find information regarding him in the memories of that child?

Rubbing my temples even harder, I felt as a strand of long hair made its way to my face, frowning, I casually blew it away before continuing my thoughts.

"....."

Ah? Oh no.

Reaching out a hesitant hand to grab a piece of the hair on my head, I held it in front of my eyes. Going silent for a minute, I thought back to the time when I was back at the lake, and how I had woken up with a head of strange pink hair.

Confused, I released the hair in my grasp and made my way out of bed. With my pale white feet touching the cold wooden floor, I made my way to a large antique looking vanity in the corner of the room. It was painted white with gold lining around the edges, in front of it sat a matching chair with what looked like a soft cus.h.i.+on seated on top of it. Ignoring everything about it though, I rushed to look at the reflection in the mirror.

"....s.h.i.+t." Was all I could say as I faced the young girl in the mirror.

I repeated that a few more times as I examined the facial structure of the little girl, who I knew for a fact was ten.

Ah man. I had really wished it wasn't true, I had even ignored all the little clues that had made its way into my head, for example the pale white hands that had no business belonging to me, or the long silky pink hair that had selfishly decided that it should replace my short jet black hair, or the new memories that welcomed me in a tight embrace. Even the contents of the conversation between the two men outside my door was a huge hint, along with that old man calling me Young Miss.

I really hoped it wasn't so, but how was I supposed to ignore the fact that my reflection was a whole different person. Or how realistic everything seemed to be.

Slumping down on the chair next to the vanity, I stared at the pink haired girl in the mirror, a dark expression was plastered on her small face, as her pale blue eyes narrowed into a cold glare. I stayed like this for a few more minutes before I turned my head away.

This haughty looking face.... It definitely belonged to that girl.

Rosélia Heart.

"....Hah." I sighed.

Whatever. I don't care. It's fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine. It's going to be fine.

Even if I had transmigrated into a romance game, I was sure I would be okay. Even if everything goes wrong, I'm at least 39% sure that I could make a great escape plan, it's close enough to 40%, which is just ten digits away from 50%. So I shouldn't worry about this right? What comes, comes, I won't interfere. It's all good.

"Ah. Wait a minute..."

Doesn't this kid end up being exiled from her country or at worst executed publically by the end of the game? Should I let that happen? No, I'll at least make an effort towards putting a stop to that.

Well. Since everything's been decided I'll just go with that. As for if I could go back, I doubt that could ever happen since most of the time people who transmigrated into a different world rarely ever go back... So, I'll just have to suck it up and move on even if I'm a bit bothered by it.

Besides, there isn't much to miss back there anyways since my parents are away, travelling the world, without any worries, and my all my close friends were busy in college with exams, tackling whatever life throws at them. I didn't have any lovers to miss either, my pets were probably the only things I'll actually feel bad about leaving alone, but they should be fine, Wendy would probably look over them.

It will take a bit of time, but I'll get over it.

"Hah. This sucks." I said to myself before getting back into the bed.

Whatever, I'm going back to sleep. No use thinking so much about it.

And so I just indifferently accepted it, no big deal.

"....."

Haha.

Why am I screaming internally right now.

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