A familiar face.
Bearing a radiant and warm smile, like the primordial light of this world.
Unexpected, yet sohow anticipated,
In the void of a dream, the Witch faced her, removing her hat to reveal her true visage.
"Although this won't be recorded by the system here... you might not retain much impression of this mory either."
Sighing softly, she put her hat back on,
"As you can see, I am a 'witch'... to be precise, a 'Wingless Witch' traversing through ti and space."
"I am one who has reached the end. If things continue this way, driven by the world's order, 'we' will still arrive at a bad ending."
"So, there's one thing I want to ask of you—"
"Beco a capture target... no, beco 'my' 'soulmate'!"
[—System Loading—]
So comfortable...
Beneath her was a velvet mattress, so soft her body seed to sink into it.
She wanted to sleep a bit longer...
Like lying in cotton candy, soft and warm, with a faint pleasant scent above, as if infused with so special fragrance - a luxurious and stylish indulgence.
This overly soft mattress always reminded her of the famous Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale—"The Princess and the Pea"
A pea under twenty mattresses and twenty eiderdown quilts, yet that princess could still feel it.
Probably to highlight that unique delicate skin exclusive to princesses,
A story full of excessive irony and exaggeration,
However, although she was nominally a 'princess' of sorts, she absolutely didn't possess that extraordinary noble constitution.
Because forget about peas, Yvonne felt that even if a durian were placed under this thick, soft mattress she was lying on, she might not be able to feel it.
Strange, shouldn't it be sumr now...
The surrounding temperature seed a bit cold,
And for so reason, she was covered with a sowhat thick velvet blanket, but didn't feel hot at all.
Opening her eyes, she saw a familiar ceiling.
An ornate crystal chandelier adorned with colored magic stones hung in the center of the room, decorated with intricate carvings,
A scene that seed familiar.
Everything was so familiar.
"—!!"
Realizing she wasn't dreaming, she broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly sitting up in bed.
Because this place was truly as familiar as it could be.
This was her bedroom—the place where she had lived for 14 years as the daughter of Duke Smollett.
Noticing subtle changes in her body, Yvonne looked at her hands, only to find her fingers had beco short and plump like lotus root sprouts.
Her body... had gotten smaller???
Still barefoot, Yvonne threw off the covers and jumped out of bed,
Running to the full-length mirror in the room, she saw a golden-haired young girl wearing a nightgown with pink ruffles.
A small round face, because she had beco smaller, the delicate features of the villain's daughter were like miniaturized exquisite parts perfectly embedded in her face. Being a child, her eyes didn't look as sharp.
What on earth is going on—!!
Just as she was feeling at a loss, there was a polite knock at the door.
"—Young Miss, are you awake?"
Perhaps they had heard the noise of her getting up
"...Y-Yes!"
Yvonne reflexively replied, but an unexpectedly childish, thin voice ca from her throat.
"Excuse —"
With a click, a beautiful maid with short black hair turned the handle, opening her door. Lifting her skirt, she appeared before Yvonne, her high heels making no sound on the wool carpet.
"...Linda?"
Yvonne recognized her at once—Linda, the head maid who had taken care of her since childhood.
"Young Miss, you're up quite early today."
Although her eyes showed she found Yvonne's behavior sowhat strange, her expression didn't show a hint of it.
As expected of a maid educated in noble etiquette for ten years.
"Um, Linda... I need to ask you a question!"
Seeing little Yvonne running towards her barefoot and nearly tripping, Linda quickly went to support her.
"Young Miss, don't rush. Whatever question you have, please feel free to ask,"
"...Um, how old am I this year?"
The golden-haired little girl asked with a flustered expression, pointing at her face with a trembling finger,
Linda's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she quickly resud smiling and replied:
"Young Miss, you were born in winter. At this ti last year, the Duke just took you for the 'Naming Ceremony'—have you forgotten?"
"'Naming Ceremony'..."
The 'Naming Ceremony' is held at six years old, last year... which ans, this year she's only 7??
...What's going on??
After receiving this information, Yvonne felt her mind in chaos.
The mories in her mind were still quite clear, so she was certain that she should be 16 years old now. Not long ago, she had finally beco lovers with her beloved Elsa, and thought she was about to welco a life full of unknown challenges and happiness, but now what on earth was this—
Her heart was beating restlessly in her chest.
She had awakened her past life's mories at age 13, and now she was only 7, which was far too early no matter how you looked at it.
However, at 7 years old...
This should be around the ti when the 'soulmate' storyline is triggered for the characters of her age.
—Beco the 'soulmate'.
Fragnts of mory flickered.
At that ti, who was it that said these words to her...?
Just as she was about to recall that person's figure and face, a splitting headache struck like needles around her temples.
No good, she couldn't rember at all...
Seeing Yvonne's grave expression, Linda, as her personal maid, couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Young Miss... could it be that you're feeling unwell sowhere?"
She showed a worried expression, bending down.
"...No, it's not that."
"Young Miss, excuse ."
Although Yvonne said this, Linda still ca over, skillfully picked her up, and pressed her forehead against Yvonne's.
Waaah~~~!
Yvonne couldn't help but cry out inwardly,
While this action might be natural for a child, it made her, with an adult's mind, feel extrely embarrassed.
"Hmm... your forehead temperature seems normal, but your face is quite hot... Did you use too thick a blanket? I'll change it to a slightly thinner one tonight."
Touching Yvonne's cheek with her hand, Linda expressed a hint of concern,
"No, the blanket isn't thick! I slept just fine!"
She hurriedly replied. It had been too long since she was treated like this, and she really wasn't used to it.
Hearing this energetic response, maid Linda finally smiled and put little Yvonne down.
"Since you're up, let
help you dress now. It's almost ti for breakfast, the Master is waiting for you—and today you have lunch with Lord Michel, Young Miss, so we need to prepare well in advance."
Little Yvonne reluctantly raised her arms, changing out of her nightgown with the help of this personal maid.
Hearing an unexpected na from the maid's mouth, little Yvonne imdiately exclaid in surprise:
"Wait... did you just say Michel?!"
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