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“....Father?”

I could see a brown-haired man in his late twenties reading a book.

“...Fathe-, no... Dad?”

The green eyes that resembled mine looked at me.

“What’s wrong, Tia?”

As I heard the voice that I had remembered distinctly, I got goosebumps on my arms.

What, is this for real?

The smell of books and the ambience of the library were way too clear to be considered a mere memory before dying.

I tried to figure out the situation by blinking several times.

Why am I suddenly standing in the library of the mansion, when I had instead been waiting for my death due to being hit by a carriage?

Why is the bookshelf so big and why is the desk so high?

“Tia?”

When was the last time someone had called me so affectionately?

I felt like I was about to cry as I looked at the familiar green eyes.

My father was the young man that I had remembered in my memories.

“Tia, are you alright?”

I don’t know what the hell was going on, but first I need to get out of this place.

“Wait a minute. The thing is, can I go to my room?”

My father, who had tilted his head, gave me a nod while closing his eyes in relief.

“Yeah, you can. Do you want me to come with you?”

“N-no! I can go alone!”

“Haha. You’re more energetic today. Then, please go carefully.”

“Yep. Well, I’ll be right back. Stay here for a moment!”

Saying that, I started running.

As I looked around at the library while running, it seemed to have retained its old look.

It was the appearance which had been there before I became the librarian and changed it efficiently.

It’s strange! Really strange!

As I ran out of the library, a familiar yet unfamiliar hallway greeted me.

My room was too far, so I entered a random room as its door was open.

The room with a single bed and simple furniture looked like it didn’t belong to anyone.

I thought it was the guest room, but that wasn’t important right now.

It was impossible to count the number of vacant rooms in the mansion, to the point it almost seemed like a village.

“Mirror! Yes, mirror!”

Fortunately, I was able to find a full-length mirror placed in the corner of the room.

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