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arasaa 8

Didn’t expect to hear from me so soon again didja.

On a TL streak right now, will soon burn out though, probably ahaha

Also I might name some of the previously mentioned characters differently so sorry if it confuses you. New character introduced, yeyyyy

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16 Years Old  Doki Doki Peeping Life

I, Tiariela Norfolk, have turned 16.

It was long, so very long.

At my fifth birthday, I realized I was in the world of where it was fine to think that you could categorize this as an adult manga right~ and packed with ero scenes, the world of the reverse harem story【Flower Blooming Underneath the Snow】.

And, I Tiariela am only a side character that shows up a little, no matter what I do it probably won’t affect the story, so I decided to closely watch over the heroine welcoming her happy end.

11 years have passed since my firm resolution.

In one week, I will enter Luxen Academy.

In just a bit, I will be starting life as a side character in a heart throbbing eroero harem.

「You say it coolly, but you really just want to peep out of lecherous curiosity, don’t you.」


Behind I who was attending my luggage was a boy who ate sweets while reading a book.

The boy who perceived my pure heart wanting only to watch over the heroine’s happy end as dubious was named Melba.

His whole body was covered in a gray robe that gave him a questionable appearance, but in actuality he was shady.

Melba was the starving kid at our entrance of my fifth birthday party.

I left food at the broken fence on the east side.

As promised, I diligently carried food (mainly sweets I wanted to quietly get rid of) to that place.

When I left them, not even a day would pass before they would disappear.

I made clear that I wanted to meet the child with the unfortunate life and speak with him, but when I sat beside the confections he would never show his appearance.

When one or two years passed I also gave up, stopping only to drop off food.

But on my 12th birthday, Melba appeared.

My birthday was the most troublesome day of the year to get rid of sweets.

I stealthily sneaked out from the party venue and went to the specified place to leave food.

As the quantity of confections was great, I noncommittedly stuffed some in a container; a treat from the party.

After I piled them up into a mountain and made to leave, a child suddenly appeared from behind a tree.

The robe that didn’t match the child’s stature coiled around his feet as if it were dragged along.


To be honest, I was freaked.

Paying no mind to I who left my mouth wide open, the robed child

「Ah, the smell of meat……」

was only moved by the food and turned towards it.

Without sparing a glance towards I who had frozen in shock, he moved naturally to leave.

「Wait, wait!」

Don’t ignore my existence!

The robed kid picked up the food as if he were used to it.

I wonder if this suspiciously dressed kid was the boy from that time.

When I tried to confirm his face and remove his robe, I was met with a silent reluctance.

Clutching the robe tighter and shaking him off, when I tried to peer into his face he turned his back towards me.

Noticing the scuffle, the servants approached this way.

With a child’s stature we could hide behind the shrubs if we crouched, but as the boy and I were both standing, we were out in the open.

I panicked on what I could say to gloss over this suspicious invader but

「Ojou-sama, what are you doing over there by yourself?」

The servant inclined their head conjecturing negatively.

Neither this servant or anyone else could see this shady Melba.

Astonished I

「Eh, but look, this……」

I tried pointing my finger, but the servant was only puzzled and urged me to return to the party venue.


What’s with this guy. What is he!? Ignoring me who scrutinizingly examined him, the boy gnawed on the meat bone.

Grabbing his arm I pushed him into my room

「You can eat all the sweets in this room. Don’t leave until I come back!」

Telling him that and leaving, I went to fulfill my duty as the birthday party’s leading actress.

When all the guests returned, it took a while for the party to close, so half-resigned I returned to my room thinking he would be gone, but he was there like normal.

Normal, that is to say, he was lazing about as if he were the owner of this room and eating sweets.

The birthday boxes that hid away my confections were all open and empty.

Ehー!? It can’t be, all by himself?

With an amount that would take 10 gluttons to finally be able to finish off, all the sweets were gone.

This guy, really what is he!? I thought and challenged this robe boy who sat in a chair while he continued eating and leisurely read one of my books.

Or rather, you’re too relaxed! Is this your house or something?

「Me? I am Melba. Melba the Monster.」


Melba was the name of the Monster of the Forest that appeared in children’s tales I’ve read.

He was always hungry, and when he met someone he would pester them for food.

If you carried enough food to satisfy Melba, then he would grant any wish.

But in the case you didn’t have food, he would make you into his food supply.

Although Melba’s body was the size of a small child, he could slurp up large humans and eat them, a scary monster.

I thought Melba was a myth.

Melba really exists!? when I exclaimed in astonishment, I heard as an adult-like snicker slipped out.

Even though Melba was only around the size of a child, his manner of speech was like an adult’s.

I was convinced by his unbalanced mysterious ambiance and after being told by him.

On the day I first met him, no one saw Melba’s appearance until he was hungry so he became out of power, and to begin with Melba could only be seen by people who gave him food.

In other words, only to me.

Numerous servants came to drop off gifts, but none of them paid Melba any attention.

As I thought, no one else can see him.

「Since it’s a world with magic, there are also monsters, huh.」

Ever since Melba showed his figure, he came to my room to pick up food.

Plus while eating he would laze about.

He’d sleep occasionally.

I felt like he destroyed my image of monsters, but I had always been worried about how to dispose of sweets so I used Melba’s existence without restraint.

Furthermore, this Melba.

Even without his official sweets disposal duty, he was useful in other things.

Even though he’s a monster, or it’s better to say because he was a monster.

He’s pretty sharp.

Willfully coming and leaving after eating food, for some reason when I met with a troubling situation Melba would definitely come and impart his wisdom.

Like that, I also came to trust the dubious Melba and eventually told him everything.

Including that this world was inside an ero-ing harem story, everything.

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RIP Levin, you shall be missed. ;u; lol jk


Arasaa 7

Thought it would be a shame to let this story die off and Circa has been MIA for a few months so hopefully they won’t mind if take a few chapters under my wing and revive it, right? Plus reading some of the latest reviews make me unbearably curious (bittersweet!? what!???) as I have not sneaked a peek to the end yet so my curiosity is itching. >.<

Anyways, enjoy this cute side story about Levin!! My condolences to readers at the end tho lol

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※About Levin Fitzroy

A/N: I fixed the summary.

I thought about the story as I was writing when I first started, and since I went astray…… I might have to change it again.

Levin Fitzroy had somewhat spiky reddish brown hair, scarlet eyes that you involuntarily gazed at, and he was a 6 year old boy with a youthful well-featured face that was promised to turn into an ikemen in the future.

Even if he was born as the eldest son of a fallen noble family.

Retrospectively the Fitzroy house was endowed with fortune, wealth and authority, but now there were only the vestiges; all that was left was pretty much the big castle that lasted them for generations.

They did not have the wealth to employ a number of people, so the castle could only decline.

Because all it had was size, a heavy gloom floated in the air.

Even though everyone knew of the Fitzroy house’s circumstances, Levin’s parents, especially his mother was still coated in vanity, lived gloriously buying and gathering dresses and gems until they accumulated debt.

「The Fitzroy house is auspiciously remembered by the King and possessing great honor. As that house’s current madam, how could I show a crude appearance? Wearing the same dress twice, I am not a person who would do such a humiliating thing.」

That was the madam’s favorite phrase, and everyone knew of the Fitzroy house’s downfall to poverty.

Rather, dressing up in half-baked dresses and jewels, the surrounding impressions were ones of scorn.

But the madam didn’t notice it

「My, madam. That dress is quite something~」

To those ridicule filled words of praise

「Yes. It’s something I had made for tonight with a tailor I am on good terms with. It was custom made.」

Pitifully, she responded with glee.

Even though those wives with good taste knew that the dress was secondhand goods and were only rousing her.

The madam did not notice she was the object of scorn, nor that she was being laughed at with a variety of sneers, but Levin who accompanied her was different.

He recognized his house’s financial state and circumstances, also the situation that their surroundings were looking down on them.

He had tried various times to remonstrate his mother, but the madam did not hold it in her ears.

Only to her child’s candid advice, the madam commiserated with herself and cried.

To not even be able to satisfy myself with purchasing these dresses and jewels that aren’t even expensive, oh how pitiable an existence I am! she said.

Levin eventually looked at his mother, who although did not have the wealth but racked up debt with her vanity, with eyes of resignation and pity.

Even though she was his blood-related mother, he couldn’t understand her mentality at all.

Why couldn’t she satisfy herself with something else?

Why, when she gazed upwards and thought of the old days, would she grieve meaninglessly?

Why was she not putting in any effort?

The ones who were pitiable were the servants whose wages were overdue for payment due to his mother’s extravagance. They also had their own lives and times when they needed to buy dresses.

Why was mother so self-centered?

Due to the madam’s repeated waste unsuitable for her position, the ones struggling to make a living were not only their employees, but also Levin.

Although he was young, he was well versed in hardships.

There were times when Levin would be called to attend the birthday parties of children his age, but the necessary present wasn’t prepared by the madam.

Madam must’ve thought that since the other party was a child it was fine to go without a present in hand, but there were times when children were more susceptible and cruel than adults.

Ehー There’s no presentー? Did you plan to just come and eat? Go away.

He was told that by the leading child.

To those words, Levin’s face turned bright red and could only he hang his head in shame.

It was unbearably humiliating.

But no matter how many times he informed the madam, she wasn’t able to comprehend it.

The madam didn’t stop attending birthday gatherings. Once again she half coerced Levin and dragged him along.

Feeling inferior that they were going empty handed, as a last resort Levin entered the dangerous hills and fields alone and picked flowers.

He tied it together with a ribbon he took from his mother’s room and turned it into a bouquet.

But the girl who he gave it to said

「What is this garbage. I don’t want it.」

and refused to take it, slapping away Levin’s hand and dropping the bouquet to the floor.

After grinding the bouquet under her feet, she huffed off to her parents with her heart seething with rage.

Levin received quite a shock from the girl’s behavior, but as he looked at the mountain of expensive sweets, toys and flowers gifted upon her as presents, he resigned himself that it was no use.

What the girl felt was pure rage.

She must have thought he was making a fool out of her giving her those field flowers.

Although they didn’t have money, the madam did not decline any invitations.

He was cursed at if they went empty handed, but even if he prepared a frugal present he would still provoke their anger.

The young Levin’s destination went dark.

And once again, a birthday party invitation was delivered.

Helplessly, Levin went to the mountain to pick flowers once again.

It’s inevitable even if they throw it away again, he thought while giving up, but to his presented flowers, the leading girl of the birthday party, the young daughter of the Norfolk house accepted it delightfully from the bottom of her heart.

Even though she had much more expensive presents that those weeds, the girl carried the tiny bouquet preciously and smiled, thank you! blooming like a flower.

Spinning around, making merry while burying her face in the bouquet, she enjoyed its fragrance.

Levin solidified at the Norfolk house’s daughter who gave an unfathomable reaction, and the adults in the surroundings watched over the two with smiles.

Levin was dumbfounded at the irregular circumstances different from usual; the girl who rejoiced in his present and the favorable gazes of his surroundings.

In front of the bewildered Levin, as the girl laughed kya kya she gently stroked the ribbon wrapped around the flowers.

B-Being so pleased over such cheap flowers, you’re a weirdo!

Wordless feelings piling up within Levin, he sputtered out words to hide his embarrassment and fled.

The girl didn’t seem to mind Levin’s contradicting behavior and manners, and until the party ended she carried Levin’s bouquet, treating it dearly.

Every time he secretly glanced at her, Levin’s heart beat quickly.

Even after returning home, Levin’s heart did not settle down.

He was unable to forget the girl with honey-colored hair and eyes who was much cuter than the wildflowers.

Levin crawled into bed while recalling the girl’s smile in his mind, and thought.

When he went to pick flowers, he found a beautiful white flower blooming on a cliff.

Though his hand couldn’t reach he gave up on it, but if he gave it to her then would she be more joyed, he wondered.

Thinking so Levin, unable to dawdle around, left his house as soon as night lifted and entered the mountain.

As expected there was a beautiful flower blooming on the cliff.

White, graceful and charming, just like that girl, so Levin thought, and he wanted it more than ever.

While knowing it was dangerous he set out on the cliff and stretched his hand towards the flower.

Just a little more, just a little more and his hand would reach.

Determining so Levin tread his body further and further along the ledge, slipped on a stone slick with morning dew and tumbled off the cliff.

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P.S. RIP readers lol

Arasaa 3 – birthday at age 5




Be ready for some footnote spam muahahaha

On another note, with my pointless squandering of money, I purchased a premium plan and changed the domain to

It’s not a any more guys! 😀

Nothing much really happens in this chapter (like in many chapters) but hope you enjoy anyways~

If I get another chapter done I’mma try scheduling it for next week.

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Birthday at Age 5



「You’ve already turned 5, time sure flies by fast.」


「How adorable. I look forward to the future.」


「Well well, what is this? A splendid lady you’ve become.」


Spewing lies, and while thinking their words were lies, I responded with a smile.


The guests that arrived one after another were probably people with reputation.

Wrapping their bodies in expensive looking clothes and riding luxurious carriages, they came to our Norfolk residence.


Most were adults who came with the intention of pursuing grown up affairs, talking business and getting acquainted.

But for manner’s sake, they came to me and expressed words of congratulations.


So as not to be discourteous, I carefully considered and replied with words that a child would, but honestly it was tiring.


「Here you are, it would be good if you’re pleased with it.」


Waa, what could it be!?」


An unpleasant premonition ran through me as I accepted the cutely wrapped bundle.

I opened the bundle in the guise of a child thrilled at receiving a present, and what appeared was a variety of confections.


Kya, thank you!」


I embraced the parcel as if it were precious, and jumped up and down.

Then after I smiled while expressing my thanks, the guest would nod with satisfaction and turn their attention in a different direction.


While watching the back of the guest who left, I softly sighed.

Aah, I want to say it. I want to say it in a loud voice.


Don’t think that a child will like sweets just because they’re a kid.

My palate hadn’t be reset, so I dragged along my tastes from my past life.


I was no good with sweet things.

If it was just a little sweet, then I’d be fine though.

As expected, with the intention to be given to a child, the confections that were stuffed with an increased quantity of sugar would be impossible for me.


It’s not a declaration fitting for a five-year-old, but I’ll say it anyways.

I miss alcohol and cigarettes……


I was a heavy smoker in my past life. 

Even if my salary didn’t rise, and even if the cigarette tax increased, that didn’t deter me.


Still, it seemed like that part had gotten reset at least since I didn’t get irritated from not smoking. 1

But whenever the stress piled up, I subconsciously searched my chest area. 2


By the way. My outer appearance has leveled up from my past life.

I was worried about the slightly rounder than normal figure, but I could say it was an appearance to look forwards to.

If such a chubbily cute girl said,


「I want to smoke a cigarette.」


Dropping such lines, people would feel disappointed. Even if she said it cutely, they’d still be disappointed.


If she were to announce rejection towards all sweets, she would also give them feelings of disappointment.


According to others, I probably appeared like a child pretending to be an adult and was thought of as charming.

There was also danger in receiving a bad impression from others for being a brat that didn’t try to act cute.


The guests here were people who had relations with my parents.

It would be bad to make an unfavorable impression.


With those circumstances in mind, I welcomed the sweets that were gifted to me one after another with feigned happiness.


But I told them, “I love sweets, thank you for your gifts, everyone!” and conducted myself exaggeratingly.

Seeing my act, the adults went to the table that was lined with extravagant dishes, took a sweet dessert and passed it to me.


Being done completely out of goodwill, it was hard to reject them.

In this matter, I was completely a Japanese person who was unable to say “No.” 3


「Miss Tiariela Norfolk.」 [^4]


What should I do here?

When I acted like a burikko [^5] and tried to deceive them saying, “I’ll eat it preciously!” the sweets that were in my hands began to overflow.


Towards I who was feeling like I would vomit from the sweet smell that floated over from there, while young, a terse voice called out.


Being careful not to drop the confections I turned to face it, and there was an ikemen-like boy.

In the ikemen youth’s hand, he grasped a small bouquet.


「I’ll give you this.」


Along with his cold words, he stretched out his hand.

From the bouquet thrust near the tip of my nose, a pleasant fragrance wafted forwards and momentarily erased the sickly sweet scent.


It couldn’t be said that the boy’s face held a shred of flattery or sociability, and much of his unwilling feeling was conveyed, but I really wanted to praise his choice.


……Even though this guy was small, he had quite the promise. [^6]

In this life I was receiving lady training, so my way of speaking had also become refined, but at the unexpectedness I inadvertently relaxed and spoke with a foulness befitting of my previous world.


I had to take caution so I wouldn’t slip my tongue.


While being cautious, I dropped my gaze to the offered bouquet.

Taking a closer look, the flowers were not something expensive, but seemed to be ones that grew on a mountain in the area, but as long as it wasn’t sweets, anything was fine.


In fact, towards this pleasant smelling bouquet, I who was sickly drunk on the smell of sweets from before was grateful from the bottom of my heart.


I nonchalantly set down the mountain of sweets that had accumulated in my arms, embracing the bouquet.

The best smile of today spilled forth.

There was no falsehood in it. Young boy, thank you. Praise to your choice.


When I embraced the bouquet wearing a face full of smiles, the boy made a surprised expression.

Afterwards, perhaps having gotten embarrassed towards my extreme happiness, his cheeks flushed and he turned the other way.


Towards us, the surrounding adults looked on with smiles.


「My my, what a cute couple has been born.」


Having such an exchange between children, I couldn’t not understand the feeling of wanting to say something like that.

But the approximate age of the ikemen boy who was in front of my eyes was about 6 or 7.


I don’t have any interest in children.

There seemed to be people in the world who got fired up by boys in shorts called shotacons, but I had absolutely no understanding why. 4


As expected, if a man isn’t past his 40s, it’s only right to be reluctant.

To I who didn’t have my memories reset, I was strongly influenced by my past life’s preferences.

Thanks to that, I was unable to point my finger at any of the engagement candidates that my parents had recommended. It was the same as telling me to get with a kid who just got out of their diapers. 5


It could also be thought of as early recruitment, but hmmm.

There’s no lack of hesitation. They’re young, too young.

In the end, the one I chose was a Margrave that was 42 years old. He’s been divorced.

He had a beard, and his appearance was that of an English gentlemen’s with a pot-like figure, but my parents were earnestly opposed to it so I gave up. 6

Though since Father and Mother also had an age gap, I thought they’d be more understanding.


While I was thinking of such things with my face buried in the bouquet,


「B-Being so pleased over such cheap flowers, you’re a weirdo!」


Uplifting his face enough it seemed steam would come out of it, the boy spat out abusive language and retreated.

He must’ve been embarrassed about the banter praising “a great match~” that kept surfacing.

The boy was shy and pure.


「Good for you, Tiara~」


「The second son of the Fitzroy house, Levin is it? He should be 6 currently? Yes, he may be a  fine match for Tiara.」


「My, what are you saying dear?」7


Watching my parents’ exchange, their banter was half joking, half serious.


No no, please pardon me.

A 6-year-old……I really am disinclined towards a brat.

The other party might be disinclined to for all I know. These corrupted kids. 8


But that ikemen-kun with promise was called Levin-kun, huh.

According to Father, the Fitzroy house was a fallen lower class noble family, but even with that he was a boy with a promised future of popularity.


Levin Fitzroy.


Later I would have to write a thank you letter, so I thought to remember the name but as I repeated his name in my mouth, hm?


For some reason, I felt like I heard this name before.

Where was it? While being a little fed up with myself who had been exceedingly forgetful recently, I searched my memories.


Where was it? Maybe I had gotten it mixed up with a name that sounded similar? What was it? ……Ah!!


「Ah, it was that. It was a name inside a super popular manga!」


Ahh I feel refreshed. Or so I had become, but… hmm?

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[4^]: Here he says Tiariela Norfolk-jou. “Jou” as a suffix can mean miss or lady but it does sound odd in this case. Either way (romaji or English) looked weird to me so I left it in English.

[5^]: If any of you haven’t read this then I’ll go ahead and put it out there. Not caught up though. Basically, a burikko is a girl who pretends to be cute but is actually sorta bitchy inside. Two-faced, that’s the word combo I was looking for.

[^6] Here, she used “Yatsu” which is a rude way to address someone. Doesn’t translate well in English…

  1. Tobacco addiction kids. 
  2. I’m guessing she had a chest pocket where she had her cigs. 
  3. Because Japanese people find it hard to reject things I guess? It’s in their culture to be very courteous and such so I can understand (I find it hard to say no too) 
  4. I’m guilty, miss… 
  5. I kinda guessed on the last sentence. If someone knows what it means, please do tell me. 
  6. Not sure if the author meant pot, since a “tsubo” can also be a jar or vase. 
  7. She’s saying this kinda teasingly. It’s hard to translate. In romaji, she says “anatattara” which is kinda like “oh, you” in a flirty-like way but… Hard to translate. 
  8. Last sentence is up to connotation, but I didn’t really get it, so if anyone knows what it means please inform me. 

Arasaa 2 – 6 months since birth

Some time has passed.

I’m not familiar whether Japan’s ever had a prohibition period or not but… Whatever?

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6 Months Since Birth

The following days passed by quickly, and six months had passed.


Originally, it was an age where one wouldn’t know of the world’s sourness or sweetness.

While protected, a baby was fine if it just slept and cried.


But on the inside was the around 30 years old me. It wasn’t going to go that smoothly.

Why didn’t my palate get reset too, I was troubled with how shitty bad the milk tasted.


Plainly speaking, it was a life or death situation, reason being my only source of nutrients was milk.

An infant who hated milk was the equivalent to an ant hating anteater.


But in the beginning without considering any of those things, I stubbornly rejected it. Cuz, it was gross enough to die.

When it seemed like they would force me, I brandished my hands and feet and resisted.


It wasn’t alcohol harassment, but milk harassment! I was being indignant.


But after I, who wouldn’t drink milk, learned that the graceful woman―my mother of this lifetime―was declining in health because of my actions, I deeply repented.


Yes, this wasn’t milk-hara. This was for survival.


There’s a person not drinking, yeah yeah yeah. There’s a person not drinking, yeah yeah yeah.

That person’s meー That person’s meー。Yeah, chug, chug, chug.


Drink, drink, drink, abu

I want to see the good points of a baby! Chug it, chug.


It’s a little out of date, but singing an alcohol song similar to ones used during prohibition and encouraging myself, I sucked in the milk.


UoohhーWhile spewing abusive words I drank, gulping it down.

And then puked. While I “babu babu” a complaint, I drank again. “Oeeh” and vomited.


My current state was completely like a poor drunkard.

But it couldn’t be helped. I’m persevering.

To me, who preferred alcohol over sweets, the taste of a person’s skin and the tepid, slightly sweet milk was harsh.


Setting aside those eating habits.

Let’s change the topic for the basic information I’ve gathered little by little during these past six months.


Firstly, this world. It wasn’t Japan, and it wasn’t Earth either.

The place where I was born was the Yugnar country.

There, magic existed.


Wao! What should I doー So my heart skipped, but it was established that I didn’t have much magic power.


In the first place, the magic I was thinking about was on the level where only the King or someone of the upper echelon of nobility could use. How disappointing.


And now information about myself.

My name is Tiariela Norfolk. Norfolk is my house name.

My parents were middle ranked nobility and had no other kids beside me.


With the stipend from the small fief and the country, we lived a slightly wealthier lifestyle than the common citizen.

Mom was 21, Father was 42, and the difference between their ages stood out.


Apparently the doctor had directly told my sickly mother who wished for a child that it would be difficult, but despite that she was determined to give birth.

And the one that was born as if precious was the around 30 me.

Even though she bet her life and gave birth to me, somehow I feel guilty.


With that sort of weak point, I cried as I didn’t have many methods to pull off, and towards that, my Mom asked “what’s wrong?” in worry while flustered.


Since I didn’t have a choice, when Mom’s condition seemed to be good I chose a suitable time to cry.

While thinking “such a baby that can read the mood doesn’t exist elsewhere,” I appealed that I was favorably growing up.


I tried saying “abu abu.

I tried flapping my hands and legs around while laughing. I tried eating gauze.

I tried yawning as if I was tired. I tried grumbling.


Seeing me, Mom would laugh, so that made me happy.


In that fashion I rapidly grew up, and would soon be welcoming my 5th birthday.

Thank goodness……

Why does time feel longer when you’re young?

My 20s, the prime of my life was tumbled by too quickly, but let’s set aside this around 30’s complaining.


At the party held to celebrate my fifth birthday, I would learn a startling truth.


Because there, as if he could appear on the front cover of a Hiyo〇 Club magazine, I met a tiny ikemen.

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Romaji glossary for those who are interested

Milk-hara (ミルハラ) – I actually had trouble with this for a bit, until I realized it was milk harassment (ミルクハラスメント), only shortened. Problem is, since milk is a short one syllable word, but is broken up into a few characters in JP it didn’t get across the whole “milk” meaning and was instead Miruhara. For a while, I agonized “what the heck is miruhara!?” but felt stupid immediately after I realized it was milk harassment…

Uoohh – it’s said with a feeling of being pumped up and raring to go and stuff.

Oeehhh – She’s puking here lol

Wao! – Wow in English. 

Hiyo〇 Club – Hiyoko Club. If you google it, it’ll show a bun of magazine covers with cute children on it, so I’m guessing it’s a parenting magazine.

Ikemen – I already said it before, but it’s a hot guy/attractive male.

Arasaa 1 – 2 hours from birth

I’m sorry. The first part is completely gibberish to me.

I am trying a translation style where I use more romaji. Tell me what you think.

Romaji/onomatopoeia will be italicized.

Also, the author changes her age sometimes? I think. Not a 100% sure on that though, but just ignore it if it happens, ok?

Read the post before for some extra information.

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2 Hours From Birth

Oh noー! I forgot to initialize, and I got kicked out~

Geh!? You, of course that’s bad.


Someone’s voice chattered away in a fluster.


Judging from the conversation, I wonder if this is a second hand computer shop.

They were getting loud about personal information protection, and as if I was an uninvolved party, I thought they made a bad mess.


……But, the main topic of their conversation wasn’t used computers.


Somehow, it seems it was about me.

“Who the heck is used goods” so I wanted to complain, but I could only unintentionally let out sounds like “auー” and “afuー”.


A squirming, moving body that was petite and stank of milk.


It appears that with the memories of my previous life in tact, I’ve been born anew.

I thought back to my past life, where I had ignored a red light, was hit by a truck, and died.

My age of death was at 29 years.


Then, I received a new life and was birthed just moments ago.

I understood my present situation up to that point.


Everything afterwards will just be conjecture, but this is probably not Japan. Perhaps it might not even be Earth, but I don’t really know.


Did you know? A newborn’s eyesight doesn’t even grade 0.01.

It’s really true, since I can’t see anything at all.


Aahhー This is a pain. Where is this placeー Who am Iー

I want to sigh, babu


So, I died……。And my life was just starting.


I wonder if my parents are crying~ Or, if my friends are surprised~ Or, if my coworkers are troubled because they have to inherit my work or, if my lover is mourning me and such.


I’ve become sentimental.

I don’t have a lover. Ehe, I just imagined him but it still makes me sad…。Abu


No no, get your spirit back up and be positive.

How can you be negative for one whole day since being born?

I’ll live while facing forwards, since I’m young, anyways.


I’m lucky to have died instantly without feeling any pain! And such. Somehow, that feels off……


No, but I’m really grateful for not having died after getting involved in a situation.

If I died a weird death, the police would’ve had to investigate me.

I don’t have much to be guilty of, but there are a few things that would be problematic if looked into……


I don’t want them to see my computer’s search log. I’d searched for things like secrets on how to become a popular woman.

If anybody sees that, I’ll die a second time.


……Tte, no good, no good. I was being pessimistic again.

Let’s live more brightly, me! Abubbu


Aah~ah, at any rate I’m bored~

They say a baby’s job is to sleep, but you get tired of a simple occupation, and even though I look like this I was an energetic career woman.


Ohoho, abubu.




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A romaji glossary for those that are interested.

Au, Afu, Abu, Babu, abubu, etc – Doesn’t mean anything. Baby noises.

Ehe – It’s a laugh.

Tte – This is hard to translate. Can be thought of something like, “wait–” in some connotations. Usually said kinda harshly, used when someone wants to retort something abruptly… I can’t define it well…

Aah~ah – It’s like, a sigh, sorta… Why the “h”s are in there is a personal preference.

Ohohoho – Laughing, but more of a high society feminine laugh. Ever heard those ojou-samas laugh in anime? It’s like that, but probably less obnoxious and more refined and graceful in this case…

(I just went through a ton of ojousama laugh videos to find something that kinda fit… Why are there so many lol youtube)

Snore – I coulda left it as “guu-” but I wasn’t sure if you guys would get the joke if you didn’t know what it meant…