The Reincarnated Young Lady Decided to Change Common Sense

End of a Journey

Today, I looked in the mirror for the first time.

More precisely, I saw my reflection in the mirror.

I had beautiful skin, pink hair, purple eyes, a slender nose, big eyes, a small mouth, and a clear complexion.

What a cute girl! I was so cute.

I could say it with certainty.

I was sure the girl in the reflection would turn out to be a beauty! 

All babies were supposed to be cute, right? 

Were they all the same? 

No, no, that’s not true.

My mother showed me a picture of me as a baby, saying, “You were pretty when you were little, too” and to tell the truth, I was ugly.

That was a shock to me…

Similarly, the picture of a certain beautiful idol girl I saw on TV when she was a baby looked cute even to me, a self-proclaimed child hater who thought small children were troublesome.

I always thought that a beautiful girl who was recognized by everyone would be beautiful from the time she was a baby, regardless if she was an ordinary person with not much difference from other girls.

From my point of view, the lovely baby in the mirror was definitely a “beautiful girl”.

The baby in the mirror reached out her hand to meet mine, as I fearfully reached out mine.

She made the same movement as I did.

Was this cute little girl me? 

The baby me that I had been shown in the past was not this cute.

Or rather, I was ugly.

I didn’t have pink hair and purple eyes because I wasn’t in an anime.

Although, I was now surrounded by people with all kinds of hair color and eyes.

The woman who often accompanied me was a beautiful woman with crimson hair and crimson eyes, and the man who came in the morning and at night had dark blue hair and deep purple eyes.

The other women who took care of me in various ways also had brown hair, green hair, blonde hair? And Ocher? It varied…

Anyway, there were many people who looked like they would never have this natural hair color.

I was thinking that people here were all flashy.

But when I thought about it, there was not a single country I had traveled to where everyone’s hair was this colorful, let alone at an event.

The clothes were also unfamiliar to me, which gave me a strange illusion that I was at a festival, but when I thought about it, the people here were strange.

Not just in the way people were dressed or the way they looked.

I couldn’t understand their language at all.

I had traveled to many countries.

Even if I didn’t know the language of a country, I would learn at least greetings if I had to.

However, the language spoken by the people here was completely unfamiliar to me.

At least, none of the countries I visited had a language with a similar atmosphere to the one spoken by these people.

The hair and eyes that seemed to be out of the norm.

A language I did not recognize at all.

And, crucially, my appearance as a beautiful girl (beautiful infant) reborn…

Yes, I had been completely reincarnated.

This was not a great detective story, but a reincarnation into another world…

So, that means I died, right?

When?

The last thing I remembered of my trip was riding my motorcycle on a desert road…

I didn’t remember anything after that.

Did I die at that time?

Once I got out of the oasis, I could count on one hand the number of times I passed cars or people on my bike in a day’s ride…

So, a car accident would not be a likely scenario.

…Oh, a mugger!

I heard that there were robbers who tackle foreign tourists on their bikes and rob them of their belongings when they fall down…

Or worse, they were gunned down…

I did remember hearing about a foreign tourist who was shot and killed in an ethnic conflict agitation, though the location was supposed to be far from that place…

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It didn’t matter anymore.

Because I was certain that I died.

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That night, I cried a lot for the first time since I came to this world.