Rosetta-sama, You're Overdoing It! - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Rosetta’s Tactical Assessment 1

Mmm…

I regained consciousness once again.

The place where I regain consciousness is a bed.

But not just any bed. It’s an exceptionally lavish single bed, complete with a canopy, it feels just like one fit for a noble young lady

Here’s where I should say it’s an unfamiliar ceiling.

But excuse me, I do know this place. It’s Rosetta’s room. My room. I’m familiar with this ceiling.

Glancing around, there’s a somewhat girly but plain and simple atmosphere to the room. Perhaps due to its spaciousness, there’s a sense of emptiness.

Personally, I find a slightly cramped space more comfortable to live in. However, if it’s too small, there won’t be enough room to move around, and eventually, the bed gets buried, leaving no space even for sleeping, right? Why is that? Is God telling me not to sleep? Reaping what I sow? Those words are not in my dictionary.

I thought I might be wrapped in bandages, but when I touch my forehead, the wound seems to have disappeared, and there’s no pain at all.

Could it be that everything was just a dream? But I have memories, right? Hmm… huh? Did I usually think like this?

Oh, back when I was Hiroko, my thinking was more logical or, let’s say, rigid, but perhaps the thought processes of Rosetta have blended in, leading to a regression to a childlike state?

There’s a full-length mirror in the room leaned against the wall, so I approach it to check myself.

Though my head is still a bit dizzy, I somehow grasp what happened to me.

Reflected in the mirror is a charming girl. She has golden hair extending down to her waist, dressed in a pink outfit that appears to be a dress. Spontaneously, I strike a pose right there.

Ufufun, ah-han. This doesn’t suit me.

Side chest to the most muscular. This doesn’t suit me either.

How about a Jojo pose? This is a defiant and charming beauty.

Dodododododo. Hah, I won! I won something, though I’m not sure what.

The face looks somewhat foreign, like that of a foreign girl. It’s a bit deeply carved, but with a beautiful face that seems likely to become pretty.

Ah, but the eyes are a problem. They’re kind of, you know, a bit fish-eyed. If I glare, it’s scary. Combined with the Jojo pose, I might look like a new Stand user? By the time you think of killing me, my eyes will remind you I’m already dead, you know.

I try pulling the corners of my eyes down with both hands, attempting to make them less fish-eyed.

Yeah, it’s a futile effort. Back to square one immediately. The fish-eye is strong. It’s tsundere. But there’s no dere (affectionate), only tsun (distant).

If I glare, it has a menacing three-white-eyes kind of vibe. This is scary. Just looking at it is terrifying, I might create an Angel-Like legend. At heart, I’m a gentle 40-year-old lady.

If I tilt my head up a bit to look down on someone, the intimidating feeling might be incredible… Ugh, that’s harsh!?

I tried smiling while looking up a bit, but instead of a smile, it turned into a dark smirk.

This is bad. It could seriously reduce someone’s respect value just by looking at them. Truly a devil’s smile. It might lower their level.

Hmm. My eyes don’t seem to be getting better. It’s a minus if it looks like I’m glaring at someone all the time, right?

I’m not a bad villainess, you know? Should I raise a sign that says that? Let’s not because it’s embarrassing.

But… it’s a reincarnation. I reincarnated with memories… No, it’s a reincarnation with recollections.

The knowledge from the manga, novels, and games I read and played all night to align with the thoughts of the younger generation might come in handy.

The problem is, if this is just a medieval Earth or something, my life would probably be just marrying some big shot. It’s a world of male superiority and female inferiority.

But, if I act capable, I might be able to obtain a pretty good position, or rather, yes, that handsome shota from earlier. Now, he’s about the same age, so let’s marry the legal shota. The
Reverse Hikaru Genji Plan*. Let’s steer my life in the right direction. And let’s convince him to marry me.

*Reference to The Tale of Genji

Even if he’s a bit domineering, with that sweet face… Fufu, ufufu.

“Young lady, I apologize– Eek!?”

The woman who came into the room noticed me in front of the mirror and, for some reason, let out a scream while clutching her buttocks.

Why? Looking in the mirror, there’s me with a devil’s smile… Oh no. This is a smirk that’ll deplete respect values.

Dangerous, dangerous. Erase the smile. Yes, a normal face. I’m not a bad villainess, you know? Don’t bully me, plump plump.

Um, this person is, I think, my maid. The name is… Oh, I don’t remember.

The Rosetta in my memory was quite a selfish girl. She didn’t listen to what others said, and whatever she wanted, even impossible tasks, she would push onto the maids. And she liked that prince kid, pulling him around.

Even in this accident, the prince kid tried to stop her, but the two of them left the mansion, tumbled down in a place with stones, and she hit her forehead on a rock.

Then, hanging between life and death, it appears that I took over her consciousness.

Tripping on a stone, splitting her forehead, almost dying. What kind of gag manga is this? After death, are they gonna be casually sipping tea on a cloud?