My name is Nell. My last name is Warden. It may have taken me months to understand what was happening when I opened my eyes in a magical land called Heiben. I had opened my eyes in Natura, the capital of a newly rising kingdom named Ucretnight. Ucretnight declared its independence from Nordenmia a few decades ago. After that, I am not very familiar with what has happened between these countries. One thing I do know is that all the other countries somehow recognize Ucretnight as a nation. That's the kind of country I'm in. The form of government is similar to a monarchy, and even though there is a royal family, I think this family is a bit "showy" in nature. After all, even if the final decision belongs to them, I have no idea whether they understand the significance of the decisions they make.
Now that I feel I've talked enough about my kingdom, I can share more about myself and my family. People strangely struggle to find a middle ground when it comes to self-promotion. There are many people who love to exaggerate themselves, and I don't think I'm an exception in this regard. I was born as a boy with blonde hair and green eyes. I definitely think I am handsome. After all, I would often feel a vibe that my peers always wanted to talk to me. For some reason, I could never feel this in my own world.
Before I describe my other physical traits, you need to wait a bit because my family's marriage story has always interested me.
My father's name is Jules. Although he was a soldier, he mostly worked at a desk doing accounting. Nevertheless, he was someone who never neglected his education or daily duties. As a result, he had quite a muscular body. Since there aren't many people who are adept with numbers, my father earned more money than the other soldiers. Naturally, his own parents wanted him to be introduced to my mother, wishing for their only son to settle down and start a family. So, this was an arranged marriage. According to my father, he thought the whole marriage thing was nonsense until he laid eyes on my mother. Then he went to their home and the moment he saw the woman who opened the door, he lost his heart to her. The same experience happened for my mother. After all, my father was a handsome man. Even though I didn't inherit his red hair or black eyes, it can still be said that I possess some semblance of his charisma.
As you can tell from my last sentence, I inherited my mother's blonde hair and green eyes. Her name was Agatta, and she was a beautiful woman in her own right. She preferred to wear elegant and understated clothing. She might not have been as tall or strong as my father, but I can say that she had nerves of steel. Although my father was a bit relaxed due to his position, after all, he was a soldier. Who could know whether a war might suddenly arise? As a soldier's wife, she could often be perceived as tense and anxious. At least, that's what I think, because my mother preferred not to show it. Weakness was gold that even ordinary people in this land could not afford to display.
I believe the same holds true for power as well.
After all, having power is a dangerous thing. Since I was reincarnated, I had the brain of an adult, and if I exhibited strange behaviors, I could be targeted by someone, even if my identity didn't get exposed. Fortunately, I am very lucky. I had mentioned to you that I realized I was in another world months later. Although my mind is filled with memories of my previous life, there is never any change in the process of growing up. So, if I don't remember my babyhood in my previous world, I don't remember my babyhood in this world either. I would overreact if my toy broke or would not I accept to eat a type of vegetable that looked like broccoli.
In short, when I was five years old, I acted like a five-year-old.
Even though the human brain makes the necessary adjustments, I still have memories of my previous world. Because of this, I couldn't escape the strange looks from my family when I asked whether things that don't exist in this world were real. Having the mind of an adult, my learning speed was considerably higher than that of other children. Children are a bit like sponges; they easily absorb all kinds of information, but since their minds are the different, it is essential for the events to be equally striking for that information to have an impact on their lives. Since I didn't have such a situation, I was referred to as a "smart" child by those around me.
And of course, there is one more person I want to talk about. I'm talking about my beautiful sister Nalan, who was born five years after me. She has inherited my father's hair color and my mother's eyes. In my previous life, I always wished to have a sibling. That's why I made a mess out of joy when my sister was born. At the same time, I got the opportunity to witness how an identity is formed.
The process is quite simple. In the first week of a person's born in the world, it is enough to pour a drop of blood from their finger onto a marble slab, which will serve as the foundation of your identity. You may be thinking about the existence of identities. The first reason is, of course, the census. The second reason is to confirm whether a person is alive or not. In this land, there is always a war somewhere, whether small or large. To give an example from our own lives, relations with the Saker Kingdom became strained two years after my sister was born, and an order was given to assemble the army.
Of course, my father also left and did not return for a year and a half. The reason was that he had been missing for a year. When the status of his identity was checked, it could still be confirmed whether he was alive or not. If it weren't for this seemingly impossible technology, my mother's worries would have been higher than ever. Eventually, through explorers sent by a "ritchi" named Hanbel, he were able to trace my father and a few soldiers who had survived with him. Hanbel had heard that my father was leading the soldiers, and as a reward for my father's determination to survive, my father was promoted in the army.
We are not done with Hanbel and the other matters, but it would be wise to put this topic on hold for now.
I think my passion for adventures started like this. My father would sit me and my sister down and answer all of our childish questions with great pleasure. It was as if he had never been missing for a year, but I could see that his voice sometimes trembled. Who can know what he experienced?
Of course, we can't know. A person's experiences are unique to them. That's why it's a mystery whether a true empathy can be established. The only thing I know is that my father had an amazing adventure, and I was eagerly waiting for such an adventure. After all, I was a child, and I was behaving like one. We all must have wanted to be part of a story where we are the main character. I want to be in such a story. As long as I can be a part of it, I don't really mind not being the "main character". There will surely be a moment when the spotlight will turn to me, even if just for once. After all, everyone is part of the adventure. Moreover, I must find a reason to connect my reincarnation. I lost my life in a traffic accident, and no one came to tell me that I would come to this world. I don't know why something like this happened to me, but I will use this chance the way I want.