As a Reincarnated NPC, I Want to Live a Peaceful Life - Chapter 29

Name: Tsukimi Towa

Age: 13 ▶▶ 11

Status: [Wanted] [Frostburn Syndrome] [Exhausted and Weak]
Form Status: BOSS / KID

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Attack: ??
Speed: ?
Magic: ???
Strength: ?
Growth Potential: ∞
Precision: A
Mental Strength: A-
Airheaded: C- / Intelligence: A+

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Note:
[Forced Backtrack] Activated — Backtracking in Progress — Age 11

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Judging by this up-and-down motion and the sudden refresh in air quality, I must have been carried outside, onto the street.

It was still eerily quiet outside, and the light wasn’t particularly bright—the sky remained overcast, but the rain had stopped. That was a good thing, at least I wouldn’t get drenched anymore.

Were the magical street lamps not lit? Or were they damaged and unable to function? None of that was my concern. The only things bothering me were the discomfort of my clothes clinging to my body and the accompanying overall pain.

Speaking of which, could you please stop carrying me like this? I tried to move, to break free from his arms, but my body had no strength, and any movement just caused pain.

I just realized that aside from being [Energetic], this body is actually quite “frail.” It’s prone to fatigue and susceptible to mental strain… Seems like it wasn’t much different before, either.

I’m not sure what expression I have on my face right now, but I’m certain it’s not a pleasant one—waiting around, weak and passive, isn’t my style.

“Urgh…” Due to the [Frostburn Syndrome], my throat had become hoarse, making proper speech impossible. Coupled with blurred vision and muffled hearing… three of my five senses were temporarily out of order.

Ah, great. I originally wanted to warn him by speaking, but now I can’t even manage basic actions. I can’t just hit him for no reason either.

“[Muffled] Isn’t that Prince Lyle? Our apologies.”

“[Muffled] You people, really… cough, it’s fine, carry on. But make sure you handle the guard duties properly.”

“[Muffled] Of course, Prince Lyle. Safe travels.”

Based on the buzzing, rhythmic sounds, he seemed to have some connection with the guards. But were they wearing blindfolds or something? How could they not see a girl being carried in a noble’s arms?

After that, he seemed to deliberately turn into alleyways. There was no unnecessary conversation or stops along the way, and my blurry vision alternated between darkness and light… Hey, hey, isn’t this really bad? Have I been kidnapped? Is this noble some kind of pervert with strange tastes?

Turning here and there, walking straight for a bit before turning again, moving from the streets into narrow alleys—I couldn’t tell the direction, and memorizing the route was useless. However, no matter how much we wandered, we were still confined to the city of [Maletes].

That’s fine. Of course, it would be even better if he took me out of the city—I was just worrying about how to get out.

Worst case scenario, I could just kill him…

Soon, due to the body’s inertia and the change in my vision, I knew he had stopped, right in front of some building. The left hand supporting my legs moved away, followed by a buzzing sound, then returned to its position under my legs. The series of actions indicated he was knocking on the door.

I closed my eyes, wanting my body to recover as much as possible in a short time. I used my right hand to rub my left shoulder, then reluctantly moved to massage my right shoulder—only to be met with sharp pain, realizing my shoulders were also covered in injuries. How am I supposed to recover like this?

As I was carried inside, the temperature instantly became warm—no, it actually became hot. I wanted to take deep breaths to cool down, but I couldn’t because my chest also felt tight and painful. My body started sweating from the need to release heat…

From every aspect, this was just terrible.

“[Muffled] Your Highness! What are you doing?”

“[Muffled] Isn’t it obvious, Grandpa? Find an available room for this girl.”

I wasn’t sure if they were still talking, but I knew one thing for certain—

Right now, I was being carried in a very embarrassing manner, right under someone’s gaze.

…

I put down the pen and quietly gazed through the ornately carved glass window at the dark, oppressive sky outside, feeling somewhat frustrated.

My vision and most of the pain had recovered, but my hearing was still slightly impaired. The dryness in my throat had been alleviated, the bandages on my left hand were removed, and another hour of rest should probably suffice.

Only three hours had passed—just three hours ago, he carried me to this room and settled me on a soft, comfortable bed to rest. At the time, due to my physical condition, I had no choice but to stay in bed.

Then, he seemed to bring a doctor to diagnose and treat me. Later, he and another person came in, probably bringing food. After that, my vision gradually returned, and my body slowly regained energy.

At that point, I was alone in the room. On the bedside table sat a bowl of steaming… a common vegetable and meat soup—perhaps they gave me a quiet environment seeing that I needed rest.

The time was 22:45. With nothing better to do and no activity from them for an hour, I had no choice but to sit at the desk, pull a blank diary from the bookshelf, and write about today’s events.

I’ll probably leave and find a way out of the city once my hearing recovers. Although I’m grateful for your momentary kindness, who knows if you might do something strange.

I could barely make out the sound of writing and footsteps coming from outside the room. As for the occasional conversations, I really couldn’t distinguish them.

Speaking of which, this quill is quite uncomfortable to hold. A fountain pen wouldn’t be like this. Also, why is it that I’m clearly writing in Yan Kingdom’s language, but it’s inexplicably turning into these strange characters that I can still understand?

Is this a game feature, or just a convenient system…

Noticing many more books on the bookshelf, I went back to it—the nearly 1.8-meter-tall cabinet seemed incredibly tall in my eyes now, and I couldn’t tell if it was just my imagination…

Have I gotten shorter?

Looking at my own feet and slender calves, I felt puzzled. To test this, I selected a book on advanced spell techniques located about 1.6 meters high, stood on my tiptoes, and stretched my arm desperately—

Even though it was reality, I still didn’t want to believe it.

Had I started shrinking at age 13? And shrunk by ten centimeters! And what’s with my age? How did it become 11!?

Wide-eyed in disbelief, I arched my hands and gritted my teeth. Who else could be responsible for all this?

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound behind me. I turned around sharply and found a girl no older than nine, whom I had apparently startled.

Coming to my senses, I noticed she was very frightened. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but my injured throat prevented me from speaking.

“[Muffled] Uh… a-are you okay?”

The buzzing still filled my ears. I shook my head, then picked up the diary, turned to a blank page… quickly wrote a sentence, and showed it to her.

She looked at it for a moment, then nodded in understanding. She took the quill and wrote carefully—a status bar floated above her head; she was a player too, but her level was very low…

Soon, she finished writing and showed me what she had written:

A r e y o u o k a y ?

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“Who are you?”
“I am the daughter of the master of this residence.”

“Why are you here? Do you know who I am?”
“I heard from my brother that we have a guest staying with us. I was curious. How are you feeling?”

“I see. Because I can’t speak right now and can’t hear well, I can only use pen and paper… You should go back now.”

“Why?” Why, why, do you even need to ask? If you stay here, how am I supposed to leave without anyone noticing?

“It’s very late now. Children should be sleeping.”
“But you’re a child too.”

“Right, right. So I’m going to sleep now. Please, you go back to sleep too.” This reasoning made me realize there are some advantages to being a child.

“But this… is originally my room. I just returned from a trip with Father…”
“Uh… What about your brother or sister?”

“Brother was called away by Father for a talk. Sister is working in the royal castle.”
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I was a bit flustered, realizing that this child was the daughter of the owner of this large house, and she was lingering in the room where I had been placed… not that she was lingering; it was originally her room.

But I couldn’t just share a room with a young girl, especially since I planned to escape later—

At this time last night, I was forced to curl up on a bed without blankets to conserve warmth. Surprisingly, this place was very warm… so warm that I was sweating.

Well, I’m in no position to complain.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door slowly open, and a woman walked into the dim room.

She wore a relatively formal maid uniform, her red hair tied into a single ponytail, with a well-defined figure… The red-haired maid saw me, gave a slight bow first, then slowly approached behind the girl.

“[Muffled] Miss Amy, you mustn’t trouble our guest like this.”

“[Muffled] Huh? But Lia, this is my room… Lia, who is this big sister?”

“[Muffled] I’m not sure, Miss Amy. Perhaps she is the daughter of Prince Lyle’s friend.”

“[Muffled] The daughter of Brother’s friend? Oh, I see.”

They chattered for a bit, then prepared to leave the room.

But I might have imagined it—before leaving, the maid gave me a sly smile…

Why smile at me? It’s not like she could kill me or anything.

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Status: [Exhausted and Weak] [Frostburn Syndrome] — Recovering
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Vision: Normal
Hearing: Blurred — Recovering
Mouth/Throat: Impaired — Recovering
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Items: [Magic Stone X 1] [Unidentified Fruit X 5] [Quill Pen] [Diary – Tsukimi Towa] [Black Women’s Sandals]
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Note: [Treatment Recovery] — Enhanced Potency — Triggered