“But tomorrow I’ll be even more excited,” I added, giggling with Mia.
As my personal maid continued grooming and pampering me for the day, I stared at myself through the golden-framed mirror on my vanity dresser. Like everyone around me, my face was also very attractive: large and round yellow-orange eyes, a cute button nose, full pinkish lips, rosy cheeks.
There was nothing natural about the pink hair and orange eyes, and yet, they were as real as they could be. Even my pubes were pink. Yes, I checked.
I looked like a side character’s love interest in a game about a magic school. In reality my status was nowhere near; a nobody, even among the noble families. Aside from my brother, I just had one noble friend, and when we got older, we also drifted apart.
And it wasn’t reallyme.
My sense of self regarding my actual life was still present. I was Bianca Guzman, my parents were Diego and Evelyn, my brother was Alexander.
I was Beatrix Gadreel Havenglow, my parents were Jenson and Ellen, my brother was Alecsander.
I couldn’t make that shit up.
In the two weeks I had been here, my search for answers to the important questions was futile — why was I here? How did I get here?
How do I go back?
Teleportation magic existed, although it was very complex. Only a small percentage of people could reliably cast it. Even if Iwere capable of casting it, it would take me years to study, not to mention I doubted it worked through different dimensions.
Or universes. Realities?
I couldn’t even tell whereherewas.
This town was called Baybluff, on the southeast edge of the Kingdom of Orithlum. Despite being next to the ocean, building a port was impossible because of the long cliff edge. Instead, the estate’s source of income was its plentiful iron mines —
I knew these things already. Theherewas about this — this —setting?Domain? Realm? Plane of existence?
Definitely not Earth, or the Milky Way, or in any ofmyreality because the concept of magic was physically impossible!
I had to go back. I would go crazy arguing with myself.
Mia pulled me out of my thoughts as she added the finishing touches to my attire; a set of beautiful topaz earrings gifted to me by my brother Alec. Matched my eyes, his words flashing in my mind.
Jesus christ. I would never get used to this.
Standing up from my seat, Mia dutifully followed me, clutching her hands together in front of her. It was another thing I also had a hard time getting used to: a personal maid who followed you around.
Mia was a little older than me, maybe a couple of years at the least. She had long, auburn hair she kept tied up in a loose bun or a ponytail; pretty, like in a girl-next-door kind of way. She was born and raised as a servant in this household, as was common practice in this universe.
Her mother was my mother’s personal maid, while her grandmother was the manor’s head housekeeper. Her father used to be the coachman before he passed; the position passed down to her brother. And as for her other brother? He was Alec’s personal knight he brought to Aerahelm, the city that hosted the magic academy.
Speaking of that.
“Areyouexcited about school?” I asked, smiling as her face turned scarlet.
“It will be a new experience so I’m looking forward to it,” she answered with genuine honesty.
Unfortunately, Mia wouldn’t be enrolled. Servants were not allowed to. The academy was only for the children of nobles, or commoners with a significant amount of mana in their bodies, which was a rarity. But nobles were allowed their servants accompany them through five years of schooling because god forbid they had to dress themselves every day.
I was a hypocrite, because I was bringing Mia with me for the same reason. That, and I hoped I could teach her magic myself using my lessons from school.
She opened my bedroom door for me, and we stepped out to head for the conservatory, where I spent my mornings. Avoiding deviating too much from Original Bea’s habits was necessary to negate suspicion of my new identity, but I found I liked what she usually did anyway, so it wasn’t a hardship.
On the way there, two knights approached us, and the special insignia clipped on their capes immediately stood out — mine. A pink aster flower brooch with a topaz as its pistil.
Their faces were also familiar. And similar.Twins!
