CH 2

Hello, this is Makoto.

Right now, I was brought to the northwest lower noble district of the royal capital.

The Kimball Residence stands quietly in a back alley a little off the main street.

Although it’s a small mansion, well, it’s still about twice as big as a common man’s house.

The Kimball Barony is a so-called court noble, a noble who does not have a territory and receives a salary for doing work for the country.

By the way, the head of the family, Clark-kyou, is the Director of the Royal Archives.

Will I become a saint in the future?

I wonder if the work to become a couple with historical figures will begin now.

By the way, if you ask me how my manga-making manga skills are as the new Makoto, even though I can’t move my arms properly, I think my composition skills are intact and my drawing skills will return after about 3 months of getting my arms accustomed to the movements.

However, how can I say it? in this world, writing instruments and paper have not progressed that well.

You can’t draw comics on rough parchment no matter what.

On the other hand, I also want to develop a smoother cellulose-based paper.

No, I know how to make smooth paper thanks to a certain anime, but it’s hard work.

I have to make a printing press.

Without one, it seems impossible to propagate the dazzling world of BL to the ladies of the royal palace.

Damn it, damn it.

In the future, when I become a saint and have power, let’s develop manuscript paper for comics, metal pens, dark ink, and printing machines under the pretext of printing prayer books, it’s a plan.

Let’s publish creations myths and BL books, mhmm, mhmm.

While thinking about such things, I get off the carriage and enter the Kimball Residence led by a butler.

When I entered the large drawing room, I saw a kind-looking oji-sama with a beard and a kind-looking bijin-san beside him.

Also, a handsome onii-san with blue hair and blue eyes.

…Who are these?

“Hello, you’ve arrived, Makoto. I am Clark. Please feel free to call me Otou-sama.”

“Oh my, aren’t you a dear? I’m Hannah. And you may call me Oka-sama.”

“I am Brad, the eldest son of this family. I’m not home much, but I do hope we can get along.”

Wow, it’s nice that everyone in the Kimball family seems so warm.

For the time being, I practice curtsying.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Makoto, and I will be indebted to you from today. Thank you very much for taking me in.”

Both my Otou-sama and Oka-sama’s eyebrows rose, as if they were smiling.

My Onii-sama also nodded, like he was trying to go, “Mhm.”

Apparently, they liked me.

That matters above all.

The maid will make tea for us.

The tea came with baked sweets, and I took a bite.

Oh, it’s not too sweet and it’s delicious.

The sweets in this world still contain a lot of sugar and are ridiculously sweet, but this is just right for the mouth of a former Japanese citizen.

“I’m sorry it’s not very sweet,” Oka-sama said. “Sugar is expensive these days.”

What, did Oka-sama make this by herself?

“No, no, it’s delicious,” I said. “I like this level of sweetness.”

“Hey, seems like my new little sister has mature tastes,” Brad-onii-sama said. “I also like my mother’s seasoning,” he said laughing softly.

Well, I’m sure someone will find him quite handsome and attractive.

“What kind of work do you do, Onii-sama?” I asked.

“I belong to the Border Guard Knights, I usually stay in a border fortress, but I heard that I have a new sister, so I came back in a hurry,” Brad-onii-sama said.

“You must be doing a wonderful job,” I said.

“You’re so amazing, Makoto,” Brad-onii-sama said. “The way you speak is already that of a mature lady.”

“No, no, not yet, not yet,” I said.

Ohohoho, I smiled gracefully.

Or rather, I’m sorry I developed this skill through making Japanese doujin.

I used to be able to write in any tone of voice, even a young noble lady’s speech, at will.

Ohohohoho.

“Now, Makoto, there are many things to remember and learn in the 3 years before you enter the Royal Magic Academy, so let’s work hard together,” Otou-sama said, smiling.

“You know, I really wanted a girl like you, Makoto, rather than a boy like Brad. I’m happy that my dream came true in the end, so let’s get along as well,” Oka-sama said.

“Kaa-san, how cruel,” Brad-onii-sama said.

Laughter bloomed in the warm and comfortable living room, and my life as a baron’s daughter began.

The Baron’s Daughter Makoto’s mornings are early.

I lied.

When I was a baker, I used to wake up early, but now that I’m a noble lady, I can sleep in a little longer.

When the sun rises, the maid will wake you up.

Mm, the life of an aristocrat is comfortable and pleasant.

Otou-sama, Oka-sama, and I eat together in the dining room.

A typical Western breakfast consists of bread, a fried egg, ham or sausage, and soup.

It’s a medieval European game made in Japan, so it’s usually quite delicious despite the time period.

If this place was accurately medieval, there would have been a lot of things I couldn’t eat because it wasn’t available.

In the morning, we study manners, the country, history, and dance.

There was no problem with mathematics, and that was with the blessing of my tutor.

It’s not that I’m good at math, but it seems that the standard of Japanese primary education is too high.

It would have been difficult if I had remained Makoto, the baker’s daughter.

I mean, is this what it is?

I wonder if Makoto Takase’s memories were summoned from another world and combined in order to complete Makoto Kimball as the main character.

If I continue to be the baker girl Makoto, I won’t become the game hero Makoto in 3 years.

As it were, am I the soul of the player controlling the game?

Hmmm, hmmm, the mystery only deepens.

Well, whatever.

However, it is the specification of the main character.

It feels like my brain works on several times worth of overclock, and my physical abilities such as dancing have a dozen times higher status than before.

Is this the body of a winner at life?

With such a good memory, studying and exercising should be fun.

It’s so wonderful.

My tutors are also praising me, going, “Bravo, bravo.”

Brad-onii-sama asked me to practice swordsmanship with him.

He says I’m talented, hehehehe.

By the way, after studying in the morning and after having lunch, I go to the Great Temple by horse-drawn carriage.

In the afternoon, we practice Light magic at the temple.

By the way, the priests of the temple, the Shinkan-sans, are either Water or Earth attributes.

Kyoukou-sama is also of the Water attribute.

Water and Earth also have healing magic, so it seems that the magical medical treatment is done here, at the temple.

But Light’s healing power seems overwhelmingly superior.

I learn Light magic from the textbook left by Holy Maria-sama

Honestly, the magic tips are written in an easy-to-understand manner, the illustrations are cute, and Holy Maria-sama was truly amazing.

Without this book, it would have taken me a long time to learn magic.

That’s how I study magic, and sometimes I help the nuns, the Ni-sans.

The main deity of the temple is the Goddess of Light.

Do goddesses really exist?

At the time of my death, she didn’t give me the cheat ability in that white room.

Still, the temple is very tranquil and tasteful.

In the evening, when you look down on the royal capital from the second floor of this large domed building, it’s really beautiful with clouds flowing in the red-dyed sky.

Such a beautiful world must have been created by the Goddess.

I felt an uncharacteristic strong feeling of reverence.

“Makoto-nee, let’s play!”

“Let’s play, Makoto-onee-chan.”

“Alright, alright,” I said, “let’s play”

There is an orphanage attached to the Great Temple, and when I wander around in it, the orphans find me and force me to play.

The orphans and I play breathlessly until the sun disappears over the horizon.

I taught them things like Japanese games like “Ken, Ken, Pa!”

After playing happily, I bought some bread from Hiyoko-Do at my blood parents’ house and went back to the baron’s residence.

Hiyoko-Do’s bread also seems popular with my adoptive parents.

Then, I have dinner with that set of parents.

Otou-sama tells historical stories, and Oka-sama gossips about the royal capital, and the meals are fun.

At night, take a bath, read a book for a while, and go to bed.

For the most part, I spent my days happily like this.

Hmm, looking back, it wasn’t all that hard.

It would be a lie to say that the training was rigorous.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

The baron’s family went out to seasonal festivals and events, and we made fun memories.

How can you treat me so well even though I’m not a blood-related child? I asked Otou-sama and Oka-sama that once.

“Hmm, adults raise children and give back to society that way,” Otou-sama said. “You should do the same when you have a family and children in the future, Makoto.”

“When I had Brad, it was my first child and it was tough to raise him, but now that we have you, Makoto, I’m finally able to relax and enjoy parenting,” Oka-sama said. “We’re both like each other, so I don’t mind.”

What saintly answers, both of you!

I wish some duke would follow their example.

“But isn’t money a big problem?” I asked.

“We get stipends from the government.”

“And also from the temple.”

““It’s alright because it’s all paid for,”” they both said.

They say you’re a kid, so don’t worry.

Thank you very much, I’m grateful.
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