C2— The Marquis’ Daughter Who Was Called the Great Mage – The World Is Dirty, so I Was Just Cleaning It Up…

Chapter 2: Another Girl This Time

I think it’s been about a week since I realized I’d been reincarnated.

I can’t stay awake for long stretches, so I’m not completely confident I’m counting the days correctly. Not that it matters—nobody’s going to be inconvenienced if I’m off by a few days.

So far, I have no idea what kind of world this is.

Reincarnation can mean a lot of things: another world, a historical figure, a game world… From all the light novels I’d read in my previous life, I knew there were plenty of variations.

That’s why I want to figure things out as quickly as possible and plan how to handle it.

Or, well… I’m also just really bored.

For now, it doesn’t seem like I’m stuck in some kind of time-loop story.

Besides the woman who’s probably my mother, there are multiple servants coming and going to take care of me. That alone makes it obvious this isn’t a normal household in Japan.

Apparently, the family I’ve been born into this time around is quite wealthy.

Not that it really matters to me. Even if I got to redo my life, it wouldn’t be all that interesting. My previous life wasn’t particularly fulfilling, but it wasn’t miserable either. I didn’t have any major regrets. I guess if I’d known I was going to die young, I might’ve tried to be a bit more filial toward my parents.

But repeating a life like that sounds more depressing than anything else.

Also—and this is important—I’m a girl.

I didn’t get one this time.

In light novels, the protagonist usually reincarnates as the same gender, but there are exceptions.

Even if it’s rare, gender identity issues do happen, so I never thought consciousness and physical sex were perfectly tied together. In other words, there’s nothing unnatural about the odds being fifty-fifty for ending up the same gender after reincarnation.

Whether logical reasoning applies to something as mysterious as reincarnation, I don’t know. But for me, this is reality. All those convenient tropes from light novels don’t feel all that helpful right now.

So I made sure to check.

I mean, baby boys have those dangly bits that start off looking kind of cute but gradually become more… grotesque. Not having that hanging off me is honestly a huge relief.

If it had gone the other way, I’d already be lamenting my future. I’m grateful for this fifty-fifty win.

Right now, my life in this other world is very repetitive.

I’m basically asleep most of the time, and I wake up when I get hungry. When I start fussing, someone who seems to be a servant goes to fetch my mother.

The reason I keep saying things like “seems” or “probably” is because I can’t really see the people taking care of me clearly yet.

It appears my brain or optic nerves are still underdeveloped. It’s a strange feeling: even when my mother holds me up close, I can’t fully recognize her face, though I can tell there’s someone there.

Once my stomach is full, I feel nice and drowsy and fall back asleep.

Or rather, I physically can’t stay awake. My consciousness just cuts out abruptly, like a power switch getting flipped.

Wake up, nurse, go back to sleep. Repeat that cycle several times, and the day is over.

There’s no chance at all to gather information.

But I have made one very important discovery.

My new mother… has big breasts.

This is very important.

In my previous life, I was somewhat on the modest side in that department. So this is a huge deal for me.

Because when I try to nurse, I get buried in them.

They’re incredibly soft.

I’ve inherited that woman’s genes, so there’s hope for my development in this life.

Of course I’m excited about that.