The villainess that got pregnant with the crown prince’s child decided to run away – Chapter 57

Translator: Darling | Editor: Coming soon…

“Did you call for me?”

The maid had called for Makoto, and as soon as she did, Makoto immediately came over. As expected, Makoto looks at me with suspicion. 

“You can make a bunch of different kinds of magical tools, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Do you have any other tools besides Mr. Pukey Pukey #18?”

“Yeah, I have a lot of different tools.”

Her responses were curt and short to the point. Well, I kind of expected this out of her.

“Could you examine me?”

“I’m sorry?”

Perhaps she was taken aback from what I said, but Makoto let out an uncharacteristic response.

“Makoto, could you please examine me?”

I asked once again.

Makoto had a dumbstruck face as if she did not understand anything that was going on.

“…What do you want to do?”

“…I believe I really am Rachel. But, Mr. Pukey Pukey #18 says otherwise, so now I’m no longer sure who I really am. I want to know what my name is.”

“Did you… Lose your memories?”

“I don’t know.”

Did I lose my memories?

No, that’s not it.

But I don’t know if these memories that I do have are actually mine. These memories that I have are so vivid… But are they really not mine?

“But it’s because I don’t know that I want you to check for me.”

“…I see. Ok, I understand. I was originally thinking that we had to look more into you anyway.”

Makoto says. She pulls out an object that looks like a mirror of sorts.

“Please look at this mirror. Tell me, what do you see?”

I followed her instructions and stared at the mirror. In it, I saw my own face.

“I see… Myself.”

“Well then, what is your name?”

“My name is… Rachel.”

“Can you say even while looking at the mirror?”

While looking at the mirror?

While looking at the mirror, I tried to say my name. But in doing so, the face of the figure in the mirror warped into a sad expression.

“Ah… I am… Lyra.”

My name is Lyra.

It’s a perfect name.

I wonder why I’ve forgotten all this time.

But if that’s the case, just what are these memories of mine living as Rachel?

“I see, so your name is Lyra. What country are you from?”

“I’m from the slums in Yakumo.”

I see. I lived in the slums. I was only just barely getting by on a day-by-day basis. I used to steal, and I used to work. I would do just about anything to continue living. I wanted someone to save me, but in the end, nobody ever came to help. In the end, I joined a group of assassins just so I could get by.

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