I woke up, thinking I was in the afterlife, but then I realized something—I was in the body of a child!? "Huh! W-w-what's going on?!" Suddenly, a bunch of maids ran into the room, asking what was wrong and prodding and poking me to find out. It looked like they were genuinely worried. The room around me seemed larger than life, adorned with intricate designs and opulent furnishings that just screamed of wealth and nobility. My eyes darted around, and a surge of realization hit me—I was no longer on earth, nor was I in the afterlife.
As the maids continued to fuss around me, their anxious whispers and concerned glances intensified the disorientation I felt. I struggled to sit up, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The air was tinged with the scent of lavender, and the sunlight filtering through the ornate curtains painted the room in a warm glow. It dawned on me that this wasn't just any child's room—it was a room fit for nobility. Panic welled up inside me as fragmented memories of my previous life clashed with the startling reality of my new existence.
"What is going on? Where am I?" I stammered, my voice sounding foreign and childlike. The maids exchanged glances, hesitant to provide answers. Finally, one of them, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, knelt beside me. "Young miss, you fainted, and we were worried. Are you feeling alright now?" she asked her tone a blend of concern and deference. Faint echoes of a forgotten name lingered in my mind, but I couldn't grasp them. As I tried to comprehend the situation, the realization settled in—I was not myself anymore.
I looked at the mirror and saw the cute little chubby face of a child with pitch-black, long, flowy hair and sparkling eyes that looked like they could go straight to the void. I recognized myself instantly—or at least, the version of me in this perplexing reality. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but touch the unfamiliar features of my childlike reflection.
The maids still crowded around me, their expressions a mixture of concern and confusion. Sensing an opportunity to gather more information, I decided to play along, adopting an innocent and childlike demeanor. "What's my name? I don't remember," I asked, feigning a sense of confusion and vulnerability. The maids exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of how to respond to my question.
The older maid who had knelt beside me earlier hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Young miss, your name is Loila Floyd. You are the daughter of the esteemed Duke and Duchess of Felanaire," she explained gently, her tone laced with a hint of uncertainty.
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The Strongest Being in the World is a Nameless Extra
Fantasy"What's wrong Loli?" My older brother snapped me out of my trance. Hello, my name is Loila Floyd, also known as Loli, the youngest child and only daughter of the Floyd Dukedom, but it wasn't always this way. You see My original name was Seo Woon, I...
