Hopeless Reincarnation's
Who Me?

“AGHHH!!” The sound of screaming in pain became my reflex when I was waiting for the soft pile. Wait, gently? Since when did getting hit by a big truck have this kind of sensation?

“Nona, are you okay? Are you hurt?” I heard the panicked voice of a woman approaching.

My blurry eyes couldn't recognize him. I fumbled around, looking for signs of paved streets and broken glass that should be strewn around my body, however, only the sensation of soft feathers circling.

“Sorry Miss, I turned on the room light first.” The woman's voice still resonates around me.

Who's he calling miss, anyway? After all, despite understanding the meaning, why do I feel foreign to the language he uses?

‘PATS’

A light beam instantly broke through my vision. I slowly familiarized my eyes with the light bias. However, the next thing I saw was not the scene of the accident, nor was the afterlife supposed to be waiting for me, I was sitting on a thick fur carpet.

“Nona, are you hurt? How can you fall from a very large mattress?” The conscious voice of the woman I heard began to appear. Funny thing is, he dressed like a waitress in the barracks houses that I used to see on old soap operas.

“You?” I asked confusedly, trying to understand the situation.

“Ma.pardon me, Miss.” Suddenly the voice of the servant shook with fear. Next to my eyebrows, why is he so scared?

“I don't mean to question trivialities. Let me help you get back on top of the mattress.” The waiter immediately helped me get up, and, that's when I realized that my unraveling hair was covering the view.

My hair is touching the floor and it's blonde? Wait a minute, since when did my black hair become blond!? Am I really still in my body?

“Mirror. Take me to the mirror!” My orders to the bewildered but afraid servant ask that. He finally just complied and was moved to lead me to the big mirror at the end of the room.

Still with a faint look, I drew closer to the mirror and could not believe what I saw inside. That mirror-reflected face was the one I had known for thirty years. However, younger, brighter, more beautiful. Also, long-haired with golden blonde color. Who exactly is this guy?

I sat back on the floor full of fur carpets. The confused waiter finally asked me to make some warm tea. I need to digest this weird thing alone.

I thought of many possibilities, how could I, a lonely office worker and in my thirties, be thrown into another me, a young and blonde?

Huh huh? Hold still. Isn't this synopsis typical with romance stories that I used to read a lot? Isekai? The transmigration? Could it be that I who should have died hit by a truck was actually given a chance to live a second life in a romance story? Once cliche!

Could it be that I got into one of the stories that I read a long time ago and could change the fate of my love?

“Hah? Haha!” I laughed at my own imagination. I must have gone crazy, and then I was in an acute schizophrenic phase.

Golden blonde hair is typical of a protagonist. But, where there's a rogue-faced protagonist like my real face. Shouldn't they have a beautiful smile to the point that the depiction is required there are flowers in bloom.

“Nona Arabella. Do not sit on a cold carpet for too long. Let me take you back to mattress.” The waiter came back with a teapot and called me by a name.

“Nona Arabella? Are you okay?” The waiter approached, calling my name again.

“Who did you call me?” I asked trying to be sure.

“I'm sorry Miss!” Again his voice returned in fear, his body even half-down as if asking for forgiveness. “I don't mean to offend the crown princess candidate. Forgive the modesty of the servant.”

Waw, not just a Lady, I even have the title of crown princess candidate?

“Ha-ha. Not possible?!” I move away from the mirror. How could I really enter another world! In the unbelieving never I explored my memories of novels, manga as well as the manhwa I once read.

But, Arabella? Who'sis that? I looked back at the servant who was still looking down in fear. And why is the waiter so scared every time I talk?

“I won't scold you, if you tell me what my name is.” Yep, one way to survive in isekai is to dig up information without looking suspicious. The frightened servant being punished seemed to be my first source to find out who the owner of this body was.

“Na..Miss's name is Arabella Heinstrein, the first daughter of Duke Severin Heinstrein. Crown Prince's only wife candidate Thierry de Diamant.” The waiter stuttered but smoothly recognized who I was.

Such a title and all the names in it must be memorized out of the head. And also, it seems that I am no stranger to the crown prince named Thierry and the Kingdom of Diamant.

I secluded myself on a hairy carpet, trying to explore the memory of the genre of reading my early twenties, that is, western fantasy.

Somehow I was reminded of a story that brought me to this genre, namely, ********* written by an anonymous author titled ‘My Chiara. A story that has a love-hate relationship with me because of its cliche plot with a predictable ending. But, still I could not stop and read it to the end.

In essence, ‘My Chiara’ tells the story of the romantic relationship of a poor noble boy named Chiara with Thierry, the cold-hearted and cruel crown prince of Diamant Kingdom. But, my name is certainly not Chiara and my title is now the sole candidate of the crown princess.

My body trembled, it seemed, I remembered who Arabella was. I crawled back to my face the mirror. Although foreign to my own appearance, I remembered the depiction of one similar character.

Iris dark black eyes that do not match with blonde hair, a face with a bored expression and always look annoyed. Plus, the waiter who was always scared every time he spoke.

You idiot! I should have realized that it wasn't a response to seeing the protagonist! Rather, it was a reasonable response when dealing with the antagonist!

“Hahhh...” I let out a long sigh while slipping my hand to the face. Arabella de Heinstrein or the body I possess now is a resolute and competent candidate for crown princess with a personality as ruthless as Thierry's. And he is an antagonist with a tragic fate.

At the end of the story, Arabella is considered to have committed treason on layered charges. The main thing is, trying to poison the new crown princess candidate, Chiara. He died in a dungeon before his execution.

“No..Miss Arabella, is Miss alright.” The waiter stuttered back to ask me how I was.

I looked at the waiter while laughing. I remembered my wish just before I got hit by a truck. Laughing at the fact that even the most ridiculous desire will be granted if it is near death.