It's about 3 months up until the birthday. Rerin's brain racks hard on what she should do for her birthday. Not the cliche birthday party as usual. More than ever so, she wants to read. Yes, to read. It's a long time since she cared about her hobby reading fantasy romance books. A web novel or a webtoon series suits her taste so well. The lady headed straight to the library after lunch filling at the cafe. It's the town library. Also, it's the place where her parents donate the book she wants to read or before she reads them. Her name is a character's name. It's years ago. She felt quite frustrated. A little girl gets her tantrum just because her name is the character's book name.

What was the book name again? It's Kitsune... Kitsune... Kitsune... it's a Japanese word.

It has been a long time since, for now, she's planning to borrow a few books stylized in hardcover. She's exception for books in hardcover. Arriving at the library, her legs are quick dashing and stomping on the old wooden stairs to upstairs floor which where all fantasy works and novels working well for her to burn the midnight oil without felt tiring. Walk from shelf to shelf, hands touching books' spine to choose right ones, she remembers again the tale mom told her because her sweet and warm daughter is like the character's persona and thus decides to name her as the character's name.

The mother is also much otaku like her. She's the mother's daughter. Scorn and laugh to herself.

Kitsune Melodies. Now, it's vivid. Let it be one of the main reasons she's here. Mom says, "We found you next to the book." A corny joke she likes.

The parents tease her because she's reading too many of those books that an 'otaku' would read them.

She got curious about the book. She wanted to read it back then and asked about it, the answer is the book has become a donation to the library.

Summer will be at ending soon, autumn will come, and she wants to spend time wrapping herself with books in a warm blanket in bed. Eyes to the wristwatch, 1:21 p. m.

She leaves the shop at leisure times when people are rarely in need of flowers except in season or they want a change of scenery for their houses, special occasions, and the like. Now, she has time on her own to sneak out.

The usual person at the library counter gives her usual same smile every time. No conversation exchange except 'Thank you' or 'You're welcome.'

She's fashionable enough to borrow old and vintage books and paper.

She didn't realize it before but between carrying flowers and books, each had a lighter definition on its own after complaining so much because a bunch of bouquets was ordered at the same time and she delivered them by herself.  She's free-willing to do jobs and other personals in her own time. It give her a personage differently from other shop owners, they say.

In a corner of the shop where the sunlight is warm till noon, she will be crossing her legs, reading books while hand picking cookies to feed herself. She often receives chucklesome comments from customers because of the pleasant smell in her shop. It's nothing other than baked cookies, desserts, and cake smell.

A chuckle comes along with natural pinkish cheeks.

Back home, jingling keys in her hand clanked the door lock, by inches of opening door crack but the smell of dishes from the kitchen warmed her stomach. Mother's cooking is a great wayfor  her to gain weight but not good for losing weight. An easy way out to lose weight is cooking by herself.

Food is always tempting whether one is hungry or not. Maybe it's less when she's stuffed. Nevertheless, a mother's cooking is a cuisine for her children.

Putting brown paper bags down on the chair, "I'll help serve the dishes."

"Serve the dishes? How about cooking sometimes? Your hands are always quick in serving dishes. Buy ingredients and cook sometimes, Rerin? Your fridge always had little pieces of stuff. It's not a daughter's fridge would have but a son living alone have."

Her mother's in the mode of long babbling.

"Aren't we, mom?" inquired Rerin.

"I would be surprised to see my son's fridge like yours because the chef's kitchen is a quarter of his home," said Marin.

"Yes, mom," no more words to say. She has seen her little brother's home and as her mom says, it's really taking a quarter of his home and maybe it's not. Concluding raw materials storage room, scullery, and studying room. Saying his profession taking half of his home is not a lie, definitely.

Marin takes a quick look at her daughter's brown paper bags. "Are books in your shopping bags?"

"There're some books there." She gives smile to her mother. A smile of hers that dear mother known very well for her answer. Her hands are kind enough to take off cockles' shells, half to help mother and half to feed herself.

"I seem to recognize that brown paper bag."

"I'm not buying, only borrowing. Also, mother, I got the book you're always mentioned in my childhood."

Marin continues chopping the ingredients on the board. "Which books? I have read so many books to you."

"The word with Japanese words as its title. Kitsune..." She doesn't remember it again. "Ah, yes, Kitsune Melodies. It's Kitsune Melodies."

Marin sighed and smiled. "Read it well. Who knows miracles will happen once you read it. Like waking up in another world."

Rerin laughs it off. "That was only in fantasy novels created by those writers and authors!"

Both of them had quiet laughs in the evening time. She knows her daughter well. The daughter whose beauty surpassed women of all ages when she sitting or standing by their sides. Talking about getting a husband to Rerin is futile. Brushing off-topic is the skill she polished specifically in talks.

Rerin wouldn't find the man of her own because not of the flower's thingy, the excuse will be books and any that relate to it. Rerin's little secret library can explain things to her. "Let's feed ourselves well this evening. I won't serve dinner tonight."

Time to be glued to books will begin after taking bath till she sleeps. Their leisure evening is spent in the kitchen accompanied by the sunset light moderately breaking through the crack of windows.

Night passed and morning comes. Rerin glances at the antique clock. 7 a. m in the morning. She was reading Kitsune Melodies up till 4:57 a. m. Only sleep about 2 hours. She won't debate whether to go flower shop or roll in bed to compensate for last night's sleep because it's where she can run away from house chores and errands. It's been a long time since she's been back at her parent's home but long blabbering from old mother never gets old.

Remembering about it herself. Mom dicing an onion for sake mouth her never stop talking. She's amazed at it. She's as well since all talks go in one ear and out of the other.

7 a. m. in the morning but the weather outside is a little bit dark. The clock is a little bit different. Her eyes caught drizzling outside through the glass window. A bunch of umbrellas at the entrance come to mind. She'll just take which she wants for the day. The glass window is quite high. It's accurate to guess the weather is cloudy today. The embroidery white sheer curtain in beige color billows gently. Looking at it like psychological medicine induction for sleeping. She remembers watching it somewhere in movies or dramas.

Mother hangs it when she's not home? Its patterned gold flowers are beautiful and delicate. She remembers the old one she had is same because she wants the room to shine through living like a royal life in it.

Those isekai novels or their adaptation into 2D are always set in royalty and people have a relation or status close to royalty. In other words, most of them are likely about nobles and royals.

Windows are all closed but she's still feelings chilling. Pulling the thick blanket up to her neck, rolling the blanket hoping to get heat from it making it like a clump of the big ball. Coldness from rain teaches she should get as many big squishy fluffy toys at big brands stores in the neighborhood. Fantasize ideal shopping in her head told her, no more lounging about in bed since shopping is best done in the morning rather than afternoon or evening. She got in the mood to do it in the morning today.

Unravel blanket toy made is much as is reluctant to hesitant feelings in wanting to delay things minute by minute. Rerin's faster ways are always having a long stride to open up a window but raining rain making it impossible or sitting down at the makeup table while her hands in any way can support her back to sleep until she realizes it's late or old mother tell her 'It's breakfast time now, daughter.'

In a situation where it's raining and getting only 2 hours of sleep, it's always better to have a long stride to the bathroom.

Leaving the crumpled blanket and bed, Rerin stood dazed at the bathroom door. There's no handle to open it like usual. More so, why has the bathroom color, design, and texture of has changed? She gives it a touch and it's not the usual door she's always open and close. She's still in a dreaming world cause of not enough sleep or are the eyes playing tricks?

The clock at her bedside is the clock that can only be found in an antique store, what was it doing in her bedroom?

Wasn't she sleeping while reading a book and miraculously waking up in a book she's reading be an antagonist or villainess or some kind related to it?

The typical fantasy story that's only in novel happenings. The drizzled rain outside faded quietly. What? She's living in another great world which many countless times she reads about it, happened to her right now?

Bright sunlight pierces through translucent and lightweight curtains. Silent bawling and screaming were inevitable as a thorough coming presentation to her eyes.

The concept of buildings, furniture, themes, and clothes is undoubtedly the isekai world. The ones she reads would or rather have the same kind of place setting that's likely a historical western style.

She's literary in the book as in right now but explanation of the story is like a blank sheet with counting words. As an otaku reading countless web series and novels, she remembers any characters would finish reading a novel or the least know and understand plots and characters, should they wake up in the so-called isekai world. What about her, then?

Only reading up to 20 pages because her eyelids got heavier each time her fingers flipped the pages. She stopped reading it after the character Rerin was born and hers living life until she was 12 years old.

It's the unbelievable thing that's making her unable to look in the mirror.

What kind of character did she wake up as? Antagonist? Protagonist? Side characters? Could she have wished to be a passerby and nobody? What passerby and nobody lives in this kind of grandiose and luxurious room?

The bedroom alone represents a small space in the palace. Forgets noble ranks but couldn't she have another wish to be Baronet's daughter?

"Are you awake?"

A voice behind the door. What should she answer? How should she answer? A kind voice? Angry voice? Or just recklessly stay silent?