Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World? Chapter 86 - 73 - Lies

Currently, Kairi’s mother, Ayaka, is still guiding . She slowly supports , like a small child just learning to walk again. One step after another, and I nearly stumble.

And honestly... if I really told her who I truly am, she might collapse on the spot.

How could she not? The woman she’s holding onto right now isn’t her only daughter. Not the Kairi she raised, hugged, and loved for years. But —Selene.

And strangely, the longer I’m with her, the more it feels like this body isn’t just a vessel. It’s alive. It speaks. It reacts.

Should I tell her?

I let out a short sigh. More than a week ago, when I regained consciousness and almost blurted sothing out, the doctor just thought it was a side effect of the dication. "Post-amnesia disorientation," he said.

My real world was treated as a hallucination.

Funny, isn’t it? The world where I grew up is nothing more than a neurochemical disturbance in this world.

"Ayaka..."

"Hm? What is it, dear Kairi?" she replied softly.

So serene.

Her facial expression was calm. Not sad, not tired.

Only affection shone through.

Calm and warm, as if ti stood still in her eyes.

She resembles Helena.

But more sincere. Or... maybe it’s just because I don’t know her well enough yet.

"Kairi! What are you daydreaming about? You must be thinking about Dr. Satoko, right?"

Eh—wait.

I almost choked on air.

Satoko?

Which Satoko?

Hold on, isn’t she Kairi’s ntor? How does her mother know?

Didn’t they supposedly argue a lot? Why is her tone so teasing?

I imdiately reacted, instinctively imitating Kairi’s characteristic style.

"Uh, no, I’m not. Why would I think about her? She hasn’t even visited , hmph."

A cynical tone. Suppressed emotion. Yep—just like Kairi for real for real.

If Kairi knew I could imitate her like this, she’d probably just say flatly:

"Oh, really." Then she’d make that sour face she’s so good at.

Ugh. That girl.

A girl with two faces. She says she doesn’t care, but her whole body screams otherwise.

She calls a liar? Funny.

Turns out she’s the heavyweight champion at deception.

"Don’t you dare lie," Ayaka said, chuckling softly. "If I talk about her, you’ll definitely smile to yourself, but secretly. After that, you’ll pretend not to be interested."

Oh. Wow. That much?

I glanced at Ayaka. She was still smiling lovingly, as if unaware that she was opening a secret chest that Kairi herself had locked away deeply.

"Uh... what do you an? Don’t get wrong. I don’t have any feelings for her."

Oh, what kind of lie is this again, Kairi?

Yet, all this ti, this body has been blushing just from that na being ntioned. A biological reaction I can’t deny, even with all my willpower. Awkward. Embarrassed. Confused. And... a little warm?

"Eh, really? But your face looks so shy," Ayaka teased again.

Good heavens, this body is truly annoying. Even when I tried so hard to deny it, its facial expressions work against .

A reflexive avoidance. As if to protect its true feelings.

"Eh, n-no! It’s just because I’m... tired! Yes, tired!" I stamred.

"Oh, is that so?" Ayaka chuckled softly. Gently stroking my head, she added,

"You’re always in denial. But I know you like her."

Denial, huh? Ugh, the irony.

I started to find it amusing. Soone who claid to never love anyone, turns out to have Satoko—a figure who not only saved her life but also ntored her and perhaps... loved her too? If that’s true, Kairi isn’t just a liar.

She’s a coward. And once again, just like .

And I even thought I was the manipulative one. Oh Kairi, you can even deceive your mother, yourself, and—funnily enough—.

The journey to Kairi’s apartnt felt fast. Perhaps because my mind kept racing. We finally arrived on the third floor, top corner. Unit number 33. An unlucky number, according to so cultures. But for so reason, it felt just right for Kairi.

The doorknob glead. Its chro silver was almost flawless.

"Ayaka..."

"What is it, dear? Oh, you want to ask about this?"

Ayaka raised her hand, dangling a small ring-shaped keychain.

"You’re always clumsy and reckless. By the way, I’ll accompany you inside, okay? Is that alright?"

I just nodded, silently wondering.

Isn’t that spare key... supposed to be only Kairi’s?

Soon after, the door opened.

And what I saw almost froze .

This room... it’s too clean. Too tidy. No stains, no traces of tragedy. Yet, this is where Kairi—or her body—almost died.

Everything seed to have vanished. No signs of struggle, no sll of blood. Curtains neatly arranged. Table clean. Even the stacks of books were arranged by color.

Soon, Ayaka said lightly, "Oh yeah, Satoko cleaned all of this when you were in a coma. She asked the hospital for permission to take the key. She said, ’I know the location of Kairi’s spare key, Mom. She often asks to get her things when she forgets.’"

...

Wait.

Satoko. He has a key.

He cos here often so many tis.

Often helps get things. Has private access.

And Kairi says she has no feelings for him?

Bleh. Pure nonsense.

That girl is truly manipulative. How dare she accuse of being a liar, when she... wow.

I rolled my eyes and slowly sat on the edge of the neatly made bed. On the bedside table, I saw a small object: a photo. Kairi and Satoko standing together. Satoko grinning widely. Kairi... half-shy, but clearly not refusing.

That smile—not a smile given to an ordinary ntor.

I sighed deeply, before murmuring softly while looking at the photo fra.

"Kairi, if you can hear this from inside your body, I hope you know... you’re a bigger liar than . And even worse—you’re bad at lying."

Ayaka, who was tidying the pillow, suddenly turned. "What did you say?"

"Eh? Oh... nothing, Mom. I was just... trying to find a comfortable sleeping position."

"Oh my, you’re already like an old lady." Ayaka chuckled.

I just smiled faintly.

Inside, I laughed. Not because I was happy. But because I was starting to realize one important thing.

This body, this room, and the na Satoko—they all hold far deeper traces than Kairi ever revealed. And the longer I stay here, the more the mirror she created to hide her true self cracks.

And I, Selene, will be the witness—or perhaps... the replacent?

Well, who knows. Ti will tell.