I was taken over by a girl from another world, but am I the real deal?
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I was taken over by a girl from another world, but am I the real deal?
There are lucid dreams, they do exist.
Many people claim to remember experiencing lucid dreams, which are dreams in which you are aware that you are dreaming.
However, I have also experienced lucid dreams.
I, Mireille Bernard, the eldest child of a count, am ashamed to admit that I struggle with social interaction.
I was invited to a tea party when I was six years old where noble kids gathered.
Since I have a poor speaking voice, kids teased me.
I was ridiculed by the servants, my parents laughed at me and only cared about my little brother, which caused me to retreat even more.
When I was ten years old, I was unexpectedly engaged to the eldest son of the Duke of Odin, a royal bloodline. Before long, I was referred to as a "withdrawal daughter" in the streets, and even my existence was forgotten.
Political unions were not unheard of in my world, but I was young and full of dreams.
After all, I can start a relationship with Sylvain Roussel, who is attractive, intelligent, and the most well-liked of the daughters despite being young. I swore no one would ever again belittle me, and I would use this chance to change into a fit of the duchess.
On the day I first met him, though, that ideal was quickly crushed.
Don't talk to me any more than is necessary since a depressing woman like you is not valuable.
It was obviously a refusal. I hadn't been ridiculed in such a direct way since the tea party when I was six years old, and I was shocked to the point of being unable to speak.
My inability to speak to others or even leave my room ultimately set in after the symptoms persisted for more than a day or two.
I have to go to school in two years as a daughter of a noble, but even getting out of bed scares me.
I want to flee, disappear, and I'm afraid.
Every day, I pondered it and prayed about it.
I had this dream because of that.
In my dream, I was a high school student in an other reality with the name Takako Wajima. She suddenly awakens one morning as Mireille Bernard, a someone she is completely unfamiliar with.
The servants annoy Takako in the same way as they bother Mireille, but Takako is more irritable, hates to lose, and is stronger than Mireille, who is perplexed by the world that is drastically different from the one she was used to.
The servants shook as Takako yelled at Mireille in a voice she had never used before in her life.
The mansion shook as Mireille's family immediately raced over to hear her, but they were perplexed by her sudden change. When she was taken to the doctor, neither amnesia nor a split personality were determined to be the reason of her condition.
Then Takako Wajima began leading a peculiar existence as Mireille Bernard.
Even on rainy days, I get up early to run outside and workout in my room. She didn't like wearing dresses and preferred the worn-in, dirty trousers of commoners.
The white, frail hikikomori daughter couldn't be helped since she was getting darker every day, building muscle in her arms and legs, and, when enraged, screaming out the right and wrong of things.
My fiancée, Sylvain-sama, who witnessed this circumstance
"You are a peaceful woman, which is why I wanted to marry you.
He enraged Takako and gave a three-hour seiza sermon.
The phrase "A woman is not a man's accessory"
"A person who is quiet just needs to be patient"
"Good on the outside, but ugly inside"
If you don't like it, call off the engagement, she said.
"I'll try to live on my own because I don't like this way of life."
Master Sylvain mumbled, "I don't understand," as he was startled by such words.
However, this incident led to a cordial discussion between Takako and Sylvain-sama.
I was observing from within.
Although I was cognizant, I was unable to move my body, and Takako's movements were visible in my hands and feet.
I was initially astonished by his out-of-the-ordinary behavior, but over time, I grew to appreciate Takako's motivations behind everything she did.
Mireille, who is not me, argues with her younger brother who teases her, talks back to her parents, and tells Sylvain whatever she wants to say.
How thrilling! Takako accomplished what I would never be able do, and all I had to do was observe.
Takako spends her time at the academy doing whatever she wants, including teasing the girl who teased her, disrespecting the crown prince occasionally, berating the knight apprentice occasionally to boost morale, and generally making herself the focus of attention.. At the conclusion of her second year of high school, Sylvain-sama, who was meant to be feuding with her, confessed to her and attempted to return her kiss.
Then I suddenly snapped awake.
I was astounded when I suddenly woke up from my dream.
because Ryuko wasn't me.
I started crying when I realized that.
Now that I've awoken from my fantasies, I'm no longer yearning for that kind of carefree life because reality has always been difficult for me.
Mireille Bernard, a victim of bullying. That's who I really am. The true reality, which is despised by family and servants, is also brought back.
Yes, I gave up.
And who is Mireille Bernard in real life?
It appears from the conclusion that the event I initially believed to have been a dream was real.
I stood in front of the mirror to face reality after sobbing a lot, and there I saw the familiar physique of a 17-year-old with sunburned muscles.
Her body felt curiously warm and terribly mobile. It's a falsehood, my mouth said when it ought to have remained silent.
Instead of looking down on me, the maid, who was concerned that I wasn't waking up, and my parents and brother, who were seated at the dining table, peered at me as though they were watching a rare beast that might suddenly do something.
I was concerned that I was acting too maturely when I finally sat down at the table, bewildered.
When the carriage from Duke Odin arrived, I hastily made my way to the entrance after eating breakfast with too much bread and feeling unrealistic.
Saying "Good morning, Mireille."
When I caught sight of that face, I couldn't help but tense up.
[Don't talk to me more than is necessary; a sad woman like you has nothing to offer other than silence]
The words pop into my head. However, I can still picture the expression on his face when I attempted to kiss him one more time in a dream.
I was perplexed.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
Sylvain-sama came up and gently grabbed my shoulder.
Now that he is included in the flashback memory, my shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably. I do, however, get along well with Sylvain-sama right now. Be not afraid.
I smile and repeat it to myself in my brain.
It's meaningless, Sylvain-sama.
“…………I see. Let's head to the drawing room because I want to talk about something there.
"yes"
Sylvain-sama gave me a somewhat suspicious look before leading the way to the reception area as like it were his own mansion.
The drawing room reminded me of the tea party I had with Sylvain-sama before having the dream, and it had a nostalgic feel about it.
Master Sylvain ejected the servant from the space and shut the door while I was lazily wandering about the drawing room.
"oi"
"Yes!?"
The world whirled about when I turned around and heard a low, familiar voice.
"Kyaa!"
Thump!
With all my power, I was forced to the sofa, and I was also immobile. My neck was touched by Mr. Sylvain, who also covered me.
Where can I find Mireille Bernard in person?
I heard a voice crawling on the ground again, and I recognized it as being Lord Sylvain.
However, I didn't really grasp the query.
"what……"
"One more time, I must ask: where did Mireille Bernard go?"
He keeps my hands together so I can't move, possibly thinking I'm being attacked, mistaken for someone else, or something else. But he had made a mistake.
It used to feel like a dream, but now I'm just back to being me.
"Wait! The genuine Mireille Bernard is me.
The statement "You are not Mireille"
He doesn't trust me at all despite my fervent insistence that I am real, which only serves to highlight my sharp appearance.
"No,"
I'm not addressed as Lord Sylvain by the "real Mireille."
I felt as though I had been struck by something when I heard those words.
? ? ?
Who is Mireille in reality?
The "Real Mireille"
She is withdrawn and quiet, and because she struggled socially from a young age, her relatives and staff teased her as a "withdrawal daughter" and avoided her. She was a little girl who wanted to vanish.
In spite of this, does he still believe that "I" is a fake and that Mireille, played by Ryuko Wajima, is the genuine deal?
That reality makes me angry.
What is this person?
Neither Ryuko Wajima nor Mireille are familiar subjects for this guy.
The fact that Ryuko Wajima is 7 years older than we are, the setting in which she lived, and her name.
He just cares about anything being "real" if he likes it or not.
"Real Mireille" and "Takako Wajima" are the two things I know the most about.
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The only person who has seen it all is me!
You lack knowledge!
Mireille despises this type of man, but Wajima Ryuko liked him!
"... would you please leave"
"But first, Mireille."
"Stop being so rude!"
"Gua!?"
I raised my leg and hit his lower abdomen with my heel.
He kicked him off the sofa and scraped his leg as he stumbled in pain.
My body moved naturally despite the fact that I had never performed this kind of exercise before.
"Who will you marry?"
The silt that had been building up in my stomach for a very, very long time was now able to be spit out.
"(Oh, back then. I wanted to phrase it like this.)"
using my own voice.
I am unable to pardon Wajima Ryuko.
How are you, Mireille?
An enraged shout that reverberated throughout the mansion could be heard in the closed room where the engaged man and woman disappeared together, prompting the parents and servant to rush in.
The son of the Duke was then laying on the floor with a female wearing unkempt clothing breathing on her shoulder.
What does this mean, T-T?
Although Mireille and Sylvain used to argue, they should now be closer and happier. However, it appears that something occurred in this instance.
"Sister, what just happened?"
Is there such a thing? my younger brother, who was assaulted by Takako and succumbed to him, enquired.
I'll break off my engagement to Sylvain-sama.
"Cancellation of the engagement!"
Mireille was told to relax.
"Someone! Prince needs a doctor, please.
I don't want to be depressed by myself.
[I attempt to live alone because I don't enjoy this style of life]
so that I can live alone.
I don't care if I can't get married or if I'm shunned.
I'm going take myself back.
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