Herscherik

Chapter One: Reincarnation, Small Red Leaves and Punch Cheeks Part One

Vision opened in an instant from the dark. It was as if suddenly the lighting was on in front of him, and Ryoko Hayakawa glances at him.

And when his gradual blurred vision became clearer, he had a porridge-like meal in front of him, and a spoon in his hand.

"Uh-huh?

With that word out of his mouth, Ryoko drops the spoon he had onto the plate. The impact of the fallen spoon caused something like porridge in the plate to rip off and soil the clothes properly, and the spoon jumped out of the plate and made a noise and rolled over the table.

With porridge all over the beautiful table, a woman's little sigh reaches Ryoko's ear, which is not comprehended and solidified by the situation.

When Ryoko slowly turned to you, the year was when a woman in a simple but elegant dress was leaking a bitter laugh with her brown hair snapped into a dough at the back of her head in her twenties or so. The big brown eyes that feel a little droopy are adorable, and I'm sure the men in the world will want to protect you, Ryoko thinks.

The woman picks up the rolled spoon and wipes it with a cloth towel, placing the spoon in a basin left on the side cart. Then move the dish that still has the porridge out of Ryoko's reach, and wipe Ryoko's clothes with a napkin after cleaning up the tequila and on the table.

"Yes, it's beautiful.

That's what she smiles at. She knew that toddlers wanted to eat on their own and could not eat well, so all this was within her expectations.

However, Teng Himself, Ryoko Hayakawa, who created a catastrophe on the table, was a blue-teen thunderbolt rather than out of his current situation.

"Huh? Huh? ………………?

I can't speak well first. Words that come out of your mouth are only words and sounds. Even if I try to move my body, I can barely bump my arms up or down or my legs, and my hands don't move as much as I think.

Ryoko moves her neck and looks at her right hand. There were pale, small, baby-like hands there. White, tiny, red-leaved hands are slowly opened or tied more than they think.

(What's this!? Dream? I'm dreaming!?... No, no, seriously, be cool yourself. I'm a woman who can do it.

I was about to panic for a moment, Ryoko, but I told myself to calm down. By the way, my mother tells me every time that I'm stupid because I can but I don't do it.

Ryoko next looked at his left hand. After all, my white, small hand moved as I thought it would. However, it operated very slowly, as did the right hand.

(Dream of a reincarnated comic book I saw the other day? Or a novel? No, I remember doing that in the game.

Ryoko recalls comics, novels, and games that have been fitting in lately.

When a high school girl realizes it, she's becoming another person in another world, where she plays a romantic play with the handsome guys. My reincarnated body is as beautiful as I can think of in Japan, the Olympians are amazing athletic nerves, and I am also the owner of a tremendous magic...

Around her like that, there are times when a journey of childhood tampering is imminent, there are times when knights suffer from romantic feelings while swearing allegiance, and there are times when even villains are captivated...

(It was funny to drop the villain. I don't know if it's a sequel...... and it's not me. Now is not the time to remind me of being a jerk. It's a dream, a dream! I need to wake up from my dreams soon and pick up the game I booked......)

Ryoko self-twitches in her heart and slaps herself on the cheek with her small hand. There was a sound of pettine, but only a puffy cheeky feel remained on his palms.

It's more of a cheek than a cheek. Because it seems soft for some reason.

(Ya, soft...... this is definitely a puffy cheek! It might be a better touch than my niece's.

Ryoko was a family of five, parents and three sisters, and she was the eldest daughter of three sisters. My parents told me that the three women were not fornicating, but rather hustling.

In the middle of such three sisters, the second daughter married earlier than her eldest daughter and gave birth to her daughter. My niece, who would be my first grandson to my parents, was already as cute as an angel. Rather, it's a good memory now that the three sisters struggled to stop their parents who were too cute to buy anything.

Her niece also went up to elementary school this year and went into rebellion because of the girl's peculiar way of masturbating. Her sister and her wife were in trouble, but for some reason, her niece did not disobey her aunt.

It's a fuss and a lot of trouble that I want to stay even when I come to see you. Where to hide all the objects that invite you to a two-dimensional path that will only be the poison of your niece, specifically.

My niece is cute, but if she can do it, she doesn't want me to take the same path as myself. However, if my niece is going that way, I will do everything in my power to back it up.

"Oh, what is it, Master Hershelik?

A woman with brown hair talks to me with a smile. She's the one who just annoyed me. Apparently I am called Hershelik and she is not my real mother.

"Uh..."

Ryoko tried to apologize, but it was from her mouth that she had a lovely voice. Unfortunately, I'm still speechless.

"Have you eaten yet? Or can we still eat?

That's what she says and puts a hot plate on the table that would have been newly prepared. I wiped my breath several times to cool the porridge with a new spoon and brought it to Ryoko's mouth.

It was a simple dish that would have been boiled with potatoes like sweet potatoes in white porridge. Ryoko asexually wants to eat it and hits the spoon. The porridge itself is salty, but the sweet potatoes make it easy to eat. The exquisite flavour spreads through the mouth.

"Is it delicious? I'm glad, huh?

"Ugh!

Even though I wanted to tell the woman leaning on her neck that it was delicious, it was still not a word that came through my mouth in baby language. But when the woman smiles satisfactorily, she once again spoons the porridge before Ryoko.

He was unconscious, but he was hungry, and Ryoko eats the porridge served in front of him without opening it.

(You look like the bird chick I used to keep.

I felt subtle overlapping myself and the chicks, but my appetite never stopped.

As soon as I finished eating in the dish, I couldn't help but feel stuffed. The woman who hears it smiles gently wipes Ryoko's mouth with a napkin and gently unloads it from the chair where her baby's body is fixed onto the fuzzy carpet. And immediately placed a stuffed animal that would be a dog on his side.

(Similar to my parents' cro……)

It was a black dog stuffed animal about the same size as myself. What I'm reminded of is a large black dog I own at home.

Ryoko immediately liked the flattering hair when she touched the product. It's more of a favorite, maybe that's why I put it down.

She dropped off the woman who said she was going to put the plate on the side cart and clear the dishes, and Ryoko looked inside the room.

This room was not my apartment. The size is still huge even if it adds up to all the rooms at home. It's a medieval European-style room in a fantasy novel. Speaking of which, I think the woman earlier wore the same dress that appeared in the novel.

The room is calm, dark green and fluffy carpet on a bed with a lid on the wallpaper. Ryoko thinks about the quality of the conditioning and what kind of salary she gets for the sofa.

There was also a fireplace and a beautiful blonde portrait was adorned on it. School Seven, which is often decorated in the art room. The pose of that guy, who often appears in wonders, is similar.

(I wonder if my eyes will move at night......)

That made my spine creep when I thought about it. For a long time, I have hated Ryoko to death for talking about that hand through the bad.

Ryoko moved her neck to see yet another place, but fell off balance and rolled off her back. Thanks to the carpet that seems expensive, I don't feel any pain at all. I rather feel good.

Warm sunlight plunged through the window leading to the balcony, inviting him to drown. I thought I'd like to take a nap, and Ryoko got angry.

Not if you're taking a nap.

Ryoko wakes up after turning her back. Exactly. I couldn't get up using my abs in my baby's body. Well, even the original body that came out of my stomach in my thirties would have struggled.

But I looked around for a while and couldn't make a new discovery, and Ryoko looked at her body again.

Small hands, short arms and feet, pompous tummy.

(I'm a baby from anywhere, thank you so much.

Mmm, Ryoko thinks.

(Before you became this body, what were you doing to me?

I wrinkle my shortened arms between my eyebrows in an attempt to remember when I was my original body.

(Even though the game release date is overtime, when I leave the company, it rains heavily...)

guerrilla heavy rainfall and a blue light that started flashing

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White light

Sky and ground

dull sound