Rosetta-sama, You're Overdoing It! - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Rosetta’s Tactical Assessment 3

Anyway, I might be in a game world, so I should take a moment to calm down and think.

But first, should I verify some facts?

If I recall correctly, the name of the first prince is Elliot, and the second prince is Gaius, isn’t that right?

And the second prince’s fiancée is Eleonora.

Wasn’t the former fiancée of the first prince Martina?

As for the protagonist, even though the name can be freely chosen, the original name was… Millia, correct?

First, I need to ensure the names of the royal family members are accurate.

If all the names match, then I believe it’s confirmed, but the theory of mere coincidence will continue to linger until the end.

The issue lies in how much matches, though.

“Oh, right, Lionetta. Because I hit my head, I want to double-check just to be sure. Can I ask you some questions now? Will you answer?”

“Huh? Y-yes.”

Deciding to confirm the names under the pretense of memory matching.

“First, um, who is the King of this country?”

“Huh? Isn’t it Lord Granzam Lionel? Did you forget?”

“I mentioned I was comparing memories, didn’t I? Were you paying attention?”

“Ah… I understand.”

As questions are asked and answers are provided, the correlation with that game’s details increases rapidly.

The kingdom is called Lionel. The king is Granzam, the first prince is Elliot, the second prince is Gaius, and the third prince is Lionel. The fiancée of the first prince is Martina, the fiancée of the second prince is Eleonora, and the fiancée of the third prince is Rosetta.

Huh? Wait, am I supposed to be the fiancée of the third prince?

Is this different from the game?

No, everything else seems consistent with the game…

Wait, I recall the game was set during three years of school life.

Students were around sixteen to eighteen years old, I believe.

But I’m only eight years old at the moment. That’s still more than eight years away.

So, during that time, Martina’s engagement must have been broken off, and I’ll likely become the fiancée of the first prince.

But did the game even mention a third prince? I don’t recall it doing so.

Why would that be?

I should try to remember more details, but there are outsiders here now. I’ll calm down and remember later. It might be a good idea to write down what happened.

While I have the opportunity, I’ll ask Lionetta to fetch something to write with.

Soon, she returned with paper, a fountain pen, and some ink.

I’ve never used a fountain pen before!

And this paper seems quite challenging to write on. Is it parchment?

Isn’t there any paper made from plants? What? What do you mean by that? It’s just paper, isn’t it? Okay, got it. I guess they don’t have that in this world.

Anyway, let’s set that aside for now. First, I’ll go and reassure Father and Mother of my safety.

Then, I’m hungry, so I’ll eat something and take a bath to relax. Oh, but if I write on parchment, it’ll get dirty. Should I take a bath later? No, I’ll take one tomorrow morning.

Anyway, I need to remember everything today and plan for the future.

The likelihood of this world being a game world is quite high, and there’s also a strong possibility that I’m the villainess.

In that scenario, if the heroine achieves a happy ending, there’s a strong chance I’ll be left with a bad ending.

After all, I’ll have my engagement broken off by the first prince. What happens after that? Do I die? Am I not dead enough even though I was poisoned in my previous life? Wasn’t that stupid enough? Die? No, I refuse to die. I won’t die. So, I have to find a way to survive.

Well, let’s set that aside for the moment. It’s time for dinner and a bath.

“Roseeeeetttaaaaaa!!”

Wha-!? Mphh!!

The instant the dining hall door swung open, I was swept up and enveloped in an enormous bear hug, more accurately described as a bone-crushing squeeze.

The embrace was so forceful that it felt as though every bone in my body was being crushed.

Oh, I’m going to die again…

“Y-you, you’re going to crush Rosetta!”

“Huh? S-sorry, Rosetta. I couldn’t help it when I saw you safe and sound…”

Released from the shocking embrace, I screamed–oww, your beard hurts!

Stop smothering me with your beard while you’re apologizing!!

That’s punishment. It’s considered a form of punishment, you know. It’s one of the crimes punishable by law.

Mother noticed that I was critically hit by his consecutive attacks and intervened to stop Father’s outburst.

Exhausted, I was rescued by Lionetta and guided to a seat at the dining table.

But despite his handsome appearance, Father is an overly affectionate parent.

With his brown short hair that apparently hasn’t been groomed since morning, he’s sprouted some scruffy stubble. This stubble is a weapon. It’s a specially prepared weapon designed to irritate my cheeks.

Mother, on the other hand, is a graceful beauty with soft, emerald green waves of hair cascading down to her waist, truly stunning.

So, could someone please explain this to me? What does it mean when you mix brown hair and green hair and get blonde hair!?

The likelihood of me being born from these two parents is nearly impossible, isn’t it!?

Could it be that hair color skips generations? Nah, that doesn’t seem likely.