[Regalis: in search of Peace and Quiet!]

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Hello, my name is Mort. I'm known best, and only, from my Naruto fanfiction, Canon Patchworking with Uchiha Ren. That, too, is an Isekai, as apparently I'm incapable of writing anything else.

This chapter of Regalis has been brought to you by my stress levels which I needed to bring down before realizing that I have a test tomorrow for which I haven't even studied at all.

This is an Otome Isekai, much alike many others that can be found translated on novelupdates.com, except the MC isn't an idiot. Yes, I know, it hurts me, too, that THIS is the big twist. Actually, it probably hurts me the most.

Or: I wanted a strong female protagonist in an Otoge Isekai, haven't quite found one yet because they're either idiots or wallflowers or both, so I'm wiriting one.

Hi, don't bite please.

CAUTION: the chapter was not checked for mistakes. Read at your own discretion.

•prologue•

Girl dies. Girl wakes up. Girl remembers.

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All she remembered was blaring lights and a loud, prolonged sound of the klaxon, then a sensation of something colliding with her body, and flying-

God, if you exist, please don't Isekai me. Especially into an Otome Game.

She was dead when she hit the asphalt

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She wasn't old enough to properly understand the words when she started having dreams. They felt vivid, like a memory, and she found herself startled at being able to understand them. Vaguely, somewhere in her mind, she knew that a one-year-old should not have the cognitive ability to do any of these.

Sometimes, her eyes would glaze over, remembering a dream-memory, and her mother would look at her with concern.

The maids thought she was weird. Too smart for her age, too aware, but at the same time too confused. Too creepy, wide-eyed and silently watching. All she knew was that maids were a very outdated concept. She didn't like them. They didn't like her much, either.

She was five years old and she had been having dreams for four when her little sister was born—a tiny, wrinkled, angry-red creature with lungs so powerful that when she, used to peace and quiet, heard little Rosalie scream for the first time, she almost blacked out from shock.

She vaguely remembered hating those human larvae in the dream-memories. Rude, loud, ungrateful-

She loved her little sister. For some reason, the child was important but information obscure, still alluding her why exactly. But she suffered through the screams with nothing more but a very sour face.