I am a Side Character, right?

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The Kingdom of Evangelogia is a small kingdom wedged in between two mountain ranges and propped up on a cliff-covered mountain of an island of its own. It is famous for its unique and fine-crafted jewels farmed from the countless caves surrounding its borders, exorbitant buildings that cascade up the cliffsides in blinding white stone, it's incredibly attractive royal family and... its healers. 

Healers built the foundation of Evangelogia. Their use of their abilities attaining unimaginable heights in the wars against the larger nations that bordered the kingdom. It is said that one Evangelogian healer could revive a hundred men in one hour. Revitalizing their strength, regrowing limbs, even reviving those near death with their litany of herbs and magical spells. 

And yes, I mean that kind of magic. Holding your hand over an injured person, speaking a few words in gibberish and - poof - they are healed kind of magic.

Of the healers in the kingdom the most infamous, most powerful and most ancient bloodline belongs to the Carvone family. If one normal healer could revive a hundred men with a hundred spells, a Carvone could revive two hundred men with one single spell. The Carvone's were pivotal in the advancement of all healing magic. 

The current cast of the Carvone coven consists of the head of the family, Dimitri Carvone, his wife Sianagh Carvone, and their three daughters. 

The first daughter, known as the 'Healing Light of Evangelogia', the strongest healer of our time and master of incantation-less healing: Solstice Carvone. The third daughter, the youngest healer to ever advance to the silver class of healing and lover of botany: Jany Carvone.

And the second daughter, younger twin to Solstice, Fenway Carvone. The black sheep who has manifested her magical power in full but cannot use it to help others in any way, shape, or form. The reason behind which could possibly be because she is secretly from an entire other world and only reincarnated into this world at the ripe young age of eighteen years old. 

Not that she would ever tell anyone else that. 

Nor would anyone else besides myself know that the hapless second daughter of the ancient magical Carvone family, Fenway Carvone, is little old me. 

Although, in fairness, it was not like I wanted to end up in this Wi-Fi-forsaken world in the first place. One minute I'm falling off a bridge into the wonderful freezing rush of a river and the next I was waking up under the covers of bed next to a fireplace lit with turquoise blue-colored fire. Still able to breathe, heart still beating.

I took a week to analyze my surroundings and gather knowledge. Where I was, who I was here or at least who others thought I was. Through mostly one-sided conversations with maids, I found that my name was Lady Fenway Carvone. I also found that I could not only understand the language when I hear it but could also read and speak it fluently without any issues. Feigning illness so I could stay in my room, I read through every book on my bookshelf in an attempt to learn about the world. 

It did not yield much information. Just fairy tales about dragons and books about the botanical healing remedies. Mildly useful in the need for a getaway but boring.  

Sitting with my legs crisscrossed on the floor of my room, I leaned back onto the palms of my hands, looking around my surroundings. Judging from my surroundings and the constant in-flow maids, I was from a well-off family, possibly even noble. The food I was brought on a literal silver platter was not only edible but tasted decent, if not a little plain. I shrugged to myself. As long as I'm not the princess, I would be perfectly fine.