Chapter 2: 2: Recalled the Past Life

Chapter 2: Recalled the Past Life

“.......lady.......you.......lady! ............young lady!”

My maid Martha is likely panicking..... In my fuzzy consciousness, I push myself to wake up as to not let Martha worry. Right that moment, my head hurts like a tub crashing down on it...... Hm?

What is this image? Why is a tub crashing down?

...........!

Aah, is this a driff? It’s a driff, isn’t it?

Hm? What’s a driff? Well? Driff is a driff? It’s when old memories got sorted out.

(T/N: Driff originates from dorifu or dorifuneta which is a slang that means ‘to recall or to remember something if you close your eyes’. I’m sorry I can’t find a better translation of it so I just left it as it is.)

What’s this? Inside of my head keeps jumbling.

What’s wrong? I...... feel like my head is all messed up?

Watashi? Watashi? Watashi? huh, watashi?!

(T/N: She uses impolite speech and slangs when speaking, but here she suddenly realizes that she refers to herself with ‘watashi’, which is a polite way of saying ‘I’ or ‘me’.)

What? ......is this?

“Young lady-? You have awake-? Young lady?”

Martha calls me while she hugs my sleeping body.

What happened? Martha? That’s right, Martha knows. That I always been inside the house.

Then, what I don’t get is?

“Young lady? Emma-sama?”

Emma....? Emma?Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

Yes, right. I am.....? Emma?

I start to feel dizzy.

It’s the tub’s fault that my head feels like it hurts.

I don’t understand clearly but, I wonder if it has also affected my family?

“Master, Madam, George-sama, even William-sama who ate the mushroom, yelled some weird words all at once, then fainted.”

What does it mean?

Because matsutake is not eaten in this world, it shocked everyone?

Even though matsutake.... is really, really delicious.

I’m drooling by just remembering it.

That mellow scent the moment you ate it! That crisp texture!

The sinful matsutake that makes me remember the taste and aroma of Japanese...

Right... As soon as I ate it, the first thing I ironically remembered was the scene right before I died.

The final moments of Tanaka Minato in the previous life.

After the rushing noise, a shaking tremor came, I couldn’t even stand up properly to escape. Severe pain came immediately after seeing the wall crashing, or the ceiling above, making a loud noise and collapsing...

“Young lady...?”

Martha looks at me worriedly when she notice the crease in my eyebrows.

No wonder. Because I just barely recover.

I don’t hear Martha’s question because I was still stuck in my own memories.

What a painful death!

“Aah... at least I wanted to drink a can of beer!”

As I subconsciously mutter something in Japanese, Martha makes a surprised face.

“That’s right. Everyone was yelling similar things! What kind of spell is that?”

When I hear that, my consciousness that wanders off to my past life returns.

“Martha, it’s not a spell, it’s Japanese... What? Eh! Everyone?!”

Author’s words: That’s right... The Tanaka family likes alcohol.