âHey, I have something to say, so open the door. Chirp!â
Suddenly, an old ladyâs muffled tone came out of the window.
The little creature I thought was a white handâ
âBird?â
The bird that had been poking through the window with a beak smaller than my hand opened its mouth.
âThis brat is leaving the guest outside the window. Chirp! Open the door!â
âWhat do you mean brat⦠Iâve stayed long enough!â
I was angry with a voice that didnât, but I tilted my head.
âWait a moment. Itâs not common for a bird to be able to speak human language.â
Even if the genre of this world is romance-fantasy, itâs a devastating novel.
I had never seen a talking animal anywhere in my last life.
âThat means that itâs a life form in this world that didnât exist in the fictional world.â
I quickly got off the bed and opened the window with the sound of footsteps, and a small bird as small as my hand appeared.
âSo youâre the regressor of this world, chirp?â
âDo you know me?â
I asked him formally, but I had heard the rumors and expected it.
âThe rumors that helpers appear to the regressors are true.â
Cute and white-looking.
An unnecessary.
Approaching when I am alone.
Andã ¡
The fact that there was a living creature that knew my identity was sufficient for me.
âOf course I know. I have lived on this floor for hundreds of years!â
I was about to reach out to carry the bird on the bed.
âChirp, chiiaaaaaarp!â
A hand protruding from the darkness suddenly grabbed the bird.
Surprised, it burst out a scream.
âI will take care of the petty bird head that interferes with the Princessâ sleep!â
The identity of the hand was Lisa.
The expression on Lisaâs face as she grabbed the bird was triumphant.
Her eyes, longing for compliments on me, were glistening in a burdensome way, as if she thought that the effect of being on guard all night was revealed.
âWhat. Were you really watching me all night?â
âN-No. Release the bird.â
I reached out to grab the bird that was in Lisaâs hand, but I was so small that it was hard to reach even if I lifted my tiptoe.
After looking at me for a moment, she looked at me and the bird alternately, tilting her head.
âPardon? I canât. There are so many germs in a bird.â
âI canât believe you called me a germmm! You called the worldâs most unquestionable guide a geeeerm!â
The bird caught in Lisaâs hand screamed, but to Lisa, it seemed that only the sound of the bird âs voice was heard.
âWhat should I do? There are a lot of things I want to ask.â
Lisaâs eyes seemed to be full of thoughts, âItâs dangerous for the Princess.â
Looking at her expression, I was even more anxious because it didnât seem like she was simply going to release the bird.
âDonât worry, Iâll throw this uninvited guest somewhere far away.â
âNo. Just release the bird!â
âThe Princess is so kind, there must be Lisa in this harsh world.â
âI told you thatâs not it!â
Rack my mind. My mind.
Think about why Lisa needs to release the bird!
The way I can get her to go back without looking like a bad oneâ¦
â!â
Then an idea came to mind.
Lisa gave me a weird look whenever I acted like a little kid and frowned.
ââ¦Birds are my friends.â
âYes?â
âI want to play with the bird like Lisa told me to play with the cat friend.â
Rub, rub.
I now understand the complaints of the extras that even an innocent role is difficult. I roughly rubbed my eyes with my cotton fist.
No matter how much I rubbed my eyes, no tears came out, but I couldnât stop what I had started.
âI thought it would be fun to play together, so I invited them to a secret meeting. But Lisa ruined it.â
Sniff.
Iâm pathetic, right. Donât you feel sorry?
I covered my eyes with a fist the size of a button and pretended to cry for a long time, yet at some point, the bird that was released from Lisaâs hand flew away.
Thudã ¡
At that moment, Lisaâs eyes widened and I suddenly heard a huge crashing sound.
ââ¦What did you break?â
My anxious feelings suddenly rose and I lifted my head, and there was a dangerous look in Lisaâs eyes, who had struck the wall with the trembling top of her head.
âThe Princessâ feelings. Must be protected. I have to.â
â⦠Doesnât your head hurt?â
ââ¦â
Lisa was invincible.
Her painless carrot-colored eyes seemed to be thinking of her only goal: to protect me.
ââ¦â
As my body shivered with chills, Lisa, who had blinked her eyes, returned to normal.
âAre you going to invite me next time?â
No. Youâre scary.
âOnly animal friends can attend the meeting.â
âThen Iâll wear an animal mask too. That will do, right?â
Those strange words might sound normal to whoever hears it.
âAs expected, sheâs scary.â
I wanted to say no, but the important thing now was to talk to the Guide.
Eventually, as I nodded my head with a bewildered expression, Lisa walked and took a share of my pinky.
And she left her position triumphantly, saying, âIâm glad I was on guard all night.â
***
âThis is the first time Iâve been treated so violently!â
âSorry.â
âFirst time in 500 years! A lump of blood thatâs only 18 years old crouches and grabs me!! Chirp!!â
The conversation didnât go well because of the Guideâs whining that lasted for an hour.
It was so excited it was about to rip my ear off with its little beak.
âThereâs leftovers, would you like to eat it?â
Phew. Just stop whining.
Just in time, there was a cake left by Chef Higgs.
âYou are trying to quench the wrath of the divine guide with something like this! How rudeâ¦Â chirp?â
Stopã ¡
The Guide, who was very angry, shut its beak with the piece of cake for a moment.
âI have sincerity. Chirp.â
The Guide, who had been talking for a while with a low voice, pecked at the white cream part with its beak as if possessed.
âYouâre only going to eat well.â
After the bird was quiet for a moment, I quickly fiddled with my ear.
Fortunately, there was no bleeding or anything like that.
âAre you calming down now?â
At my words, the Guide raised its head.
There was a whiter cream between the white beak, perhaps because it ate so much.
âChirp! No!! Iâm still very angry, but I have to do what I have to do as a Guide.â
âYeah. I mean, Iâm also returning and at loss now.â
âChirp?â
âWhat?â
I thought we could finally have a conversation.
The Guide looked at the empty fork for a long time and said.
âCome to think of it, Iâm still a little angry.â
ã ¡Stab.
Understanding what it meant, I dipped the cake again with a fork and handed it to the Guide.
âYouâre smart. After all, youâre not an ordinary soul, are you?â
At that moment, I nodded my head in satisfaction.
This bastard. As a guide, it just eats.
âAs for me, I am the guide of this world, chirp! To the regressors. The reincarnators. And the possessors, I serve as a guide to them all, chirp.â
Oh, is it finally paying for the cake, I wonder.
There was a glimpse of hope at the birdâs grand self-introduction.
âAlright. I need to know why I suddenly returned to this world.â
The puffer bird, puffed with fluffy white chest hair, replied triumphantly.
âI donât know either, chirp.â
âWhat?â
As the anticipation that had been rising for a while fell, my face went cold.
âChirp, chiiirp?â
ââ¦Youâre chirping now?â
Iâm suddenly craving a roasted bird.
The Guide pretended to eat the cake in a hurry, and finally lifted its head, perhaps having noticed my face.
âUntil today, I have provided guidance to 50 people, but I canât even grasp that in detail. Chirp. T-Thatâs something the regressor themself should realize!â
âThen why did you come to me?â
âRumor has it that the Guide does everything. Is the Guide assigned to me to just eat a cake and go?â
âThereâs a reason this divine guide has come for a different reason, chirp!â
Flutterã ¡
At the end of the Guideâs words, a piece of paper that flashed from the air came into my hand.
âRead it, chirp.â
The Guide finished his work and once again ate the cake without hesitation.
A little startled, I quickly opened the paper.
The words translated into the Imperial language of the Rolls Empire were shining on the old parchment paper.
[Regressor. I sincerely congratulate you for breaking through the 100th life. Youâre like a gift to Cassis, as Duchess Vivian said. Donât think that you were born wrong.]
As I was reading the sentence, my hand stopped and trembled.
âDoes the person who wrote this know what I was thinking? Then they were watching me.â
[The past is just the past. Now is the time for you to become a part of this world.
P.S. It seems that your only father is in a very bad condition. How about paying attention to Duke Cassis?]
âDid God send this to me?â
After I finished reading the letter, the Guide, who had been buried in the cake for a long time, looked up.
âChirp! This is pure business! My job is just a guide! Answering isnât part of the contract, chirp!â
âWhat do you want me to do? Iâve never heard such a vague instructionâ
âEnlighten that on your own, chirp! The Guide is done!â
It was scratching the back of its neck in bewilderment, though.
âIt wasnât sent by God, chirp! God is busy!â
All of a sudden, the Guide who ate the cake flew up and disappeared through the night sky.
âWhat, has it gone?â
Unbelievable, I leaned against the window and lifted my head.
There really wasnât a bird flying.
ââ¦That Salary Lupin isnât working properly!â
In frustration, I screamed into the night sky, but nothing came back.
The only hint was the letter left by the Guide.
[Why donât you take an interest in your dad?]
A suggestion that is nothing more than a compulsion.
In a way, they spoke kindly, but there was a heavy intention hidden inside.
âThe sender of this letter is trying to use my role to change the original story.â
Changing the original story means going against the well-ordered flow.
âIs the reason why I returned to intentionally change the original story?â
If they want to change the original story, shouldnât the female lead, who died unfairly at the hands of Cassis, return?
âWhy me?â
After that, I was in agony for a long time, yet obviously, I didnât know who it was.
Thereâs only one way.
âOnce I take an interest in Dad as they suggested, Iâll make them write a reply.ââ
It went against my plan of being quiet and glamorous, but the first priority was to find out the identity of this letter.
At least this caller knows why I returned.
But even if I made a conclusion, it was of no use if Cassis didnât come to the dukeâs castle.
âHis Grace is arriving.â
When another month passed like thatã ¡
The servants with their necks stiff in tension began to gather at the entrance of the dukeâs castle.
Finally, Dad is back.