I open my eyes reluctantly, then glare at the source of the noise.
「Ahh! It’s not a dream! Phil opened his eyes!」
When I looked around a while ago I didn’t notice because it was a blind spot, it seems there was someone next to the bed.
Moreover, it’s a blond blue eyed glittering handsome boy*. He’s wearing frilled clothes like those of a prince from the middle ages and it suits him well.
*t/n: handsome boy = bishounen
…… A cosplayer?
Why is there a cosplayer in this kind of place? I, I wonder if I’m still asleep?
「Phil woke up, inform the others please」
The handsome boy spoke to someone outside the door, I clench my hand tightly and moisten my eyes.
「Phil, do you remember what happened?」
Phil? Who are they talking about?
…… Is it about me?
I was born and raised in Japan. Both my parents are japanese, and even if one was to look four generations back, all my family members were japanese. I am a genuine Japanese individual.
But still, he calls me Phil. I never had it, this kind of foreign-like nickname.
But …… The voice calling Phil, it sounds strangely familiar.
Even this handsome blond cosplayer, I remember him from somewhere.
Why ……?
I tilt my small head and think.
「Ahhh!」
Raising my voice, I suddenly get up in a hurry.
「o-ouch~! It hurtsー!」
At that moment, I suddenly felt a head-splitting pain from the back of my head. I embraced my head and fell paralyzed on the bed.
「Phil! Are you okay? You shouldn’t move abruptly」
The handsome blond boy’s hand approached me and gently stroked my back.
t/n: I’m not sure if it’s “boy’s hand approached me” or “boy’s hand propped me up”.
As my head sobered-up, the pain settled down and went away. At the same time, an electric current jolted my memory as I had a flashback.
It feels like my head is going to burst as numerous data flows in, but it’s not the time to say this kind of thing.
Barely able to grasp reality, I was overwhelmed by shock and my body was shivering and trembling. I embraced myself to holdback my shivers.
I then slowly pulled back my arms, and stared at my hands for a while.
My hand ―― It’s very small.
I am the third son of the small kingdom of Greshart’s royal family. If both brothers and sisters are counted, then I would be the fifth and youngest prince.
That is to say, my name is Phil Greshart. I am three and a half years old.
Although Greshart kingdom is small, it’s blessed with resources. It also has nothing but gentle and kind people. In these past three years, I didn’t face a single hardship; I was brought up in utter happiness.
Such a thing, I noticed the presence of another person by hitting my head.
…… No it’s not a different person’s existence. The hit is not to blame either, because it’s not that I became strange.
t/n: Hell, this sentence (above) took hours to figure out…
That’s my previous existence. My university student self was traveling to my part-time job on a bicycle. There, a cat suddenly jumped out; and when I avoided it, a truck thrust into me.
The only thing it can be called is bad luck. I guess it was instant death. Was it at least my salvation that I lost consciousness briefly after feeling the pain? …… I wonder what is so unsatisfying.
If I didn’t have a part-time job, if the cat didn’t jump out, if the truck didn’t come …… If I think about all the what if’s the possibilities are endless. But, to work with all my efforts just to cling onto life, I didn’t think it would end so easily.
When I think of my hardships until now, I feel very regretful. Because even though I was thinking for a long time in my life, enduring that grandfather’s disagreeability, and even though I endured a life of poverty. That is, for my life 1 to end midway is too much.
I open my eyes reluctantly, then glare at the source of the noise.
「Ahh! It’s not a dream! Phil opened his eyes!」
When I looked around a while ago I didn’t notice because it was a blind spot, it seems there was someone next to the bed.
Moreover, it’s a blond blue eyed glittering handsome boy*. He’s wearing frilled clothes like those of a prince from the middle ages and it suits him well.
*t/n: handsome boy = bishounen
…… A cosplayer?
Why is there a cosplayer in this kind of place? I, I wonder if I’m still asleep?
「Phil woke up, inform the others please」
The handsome boy spoke to someone outside the door, I clench my hand tightly and moisten my eyes.
「Phil, do you remember what happened?」
Phil? Who are they talking about?
…… Is it about me?
I was born and raised in Japan. Both my parents are japanese, and even if one was to look four generations back, all my family members were japanese. I am a genuine Japanese individual.
But still, he calls me Phil. I never had it, this kind of foreign-like nickname.
But …… The voice calling Phil, it sounds strangely familiar.
Even this handsome blond cosplayer, I remember him from somewhere.
Why ……?
I tilt my small head and think.
「Ahhh!」
Raising my voice, I suddenly get up in a hurry.
「o-ouch~! It hurtsー!」
At that moment, I suddenly felt a head-splitting pain from the back of my head. I embraced my head and fell paralyzed on the bed.
「Phil! Are you okay? You shouldn’t move abruptly」
The handsome blond boy’s hand approached me and gently stroked my back.
t/n: I’m not sure if it’s “boy’s hand approached me” or “boy’s hand propped me up”.
As my head sobered-up, the pain settled down and went away. At the same time, an electric current jolted my memory as I had a flashback.
It feels like my head is going to burst as numerous data flows in, but it’s not the time to say this kind of thing.
Barely able to grasp reality, I was overwhelmed by shock and my body was shivering and trembling. I embraced myself to holdback my shivers.
I then slowly pulled back my arms, and stared at my hands for a while.
My hand ―― It’s very small.
I am the third son of the small kingdom of Greshart’s royal family. If both brothers and sisters are counted, then I would be the fifth and youngest prince.
That is to say, my name is Phil Greshart. I am three and a half years old.
Although Greshart kingdom is small, it’s blessed with resources. It also has nothing but gentle and kind people. In these past three years, I didn’t face a single hardship; I was brought up in utter happiness.
Such a thing, I noticed the presence of another person by hitting my head.
…… No it’s not a different person’s existence. The hit is not to blame either, because it’s not that I became strange.
t/n: Hell, this sentence (above) took hours to figure out…
That’s my previous existence. My university student self was traveling to my part-time job on a bicycle. There, a cat suddenly jumped out; and when I avoided it, a truck thrust into me.
The only thing it can be called is bad luck. I guess it was instant death. Was it at least my salvation that I lost consciousness briefly after feeling the pain? …… I wonder what is so unsatisfying.
If I didn’t have a part-time job, if the cat didn’t jump out, if the truck didn’t come …… If I think about all the what if’s the possibilities are endless. But, to work with all my efforts just to cling onto life, I didn’t think it would end so easily.
When I think of my hardships until now, I feel very regretful. Because even though I was thinking for a long time in my life, enduring that grandfather’s disagreeability, and even though I endured a life of poverty. That is, for my life 1 to end midway is too much.
