Please! I Want To Have Fun!

BELLE’s P.O.V “Good morning, my lady.” May, my personal maid said as she pulled the curtain in my bedroom. A ray of sun hits my face. Oh, it’s morning again. I greeted her back then walked to my mini table, where a glass of water is put every morning. I sat down and observed her; she’s now arranging the books that I’ve been reading since last night. She’s the one beside me the moment I open my eyes in this strange place. She takes good care of me and acts as if she’s my mother, despite our two-year age gap; she’s really mature for her age. She’s also my personal tutor, and I’ve learned a lot about this place with her help. At first, it’s hard for me, who came from another world, to just wake up in a strange place. New people, new places, new environments—even the way they dress freaks me out. If you’re wondering what I’m saying, let’s go back to the day I first opened my eyes in this place... Ouch… My back hurts. “The...” “-and...” I feel like there’s someone talking, but I can hear them clearly. “I think...” The noise is hurting my head more; what are they talking about? I tried to open my eyes a little; they’re also aching. “My…lady…” Someone’s talking. I force my eyes to open because I want to see what’s happening around me. At first, my vision was blurry; all I could see was white and gray. The next thing I saw was a woman's face. “My lady!” Her face changes as she calls for someone. Who is she calling? Why is she looking at me? My vision became clearer, and now I can see her face; she looks worried. Who is she? “My lady! My lady is awake!” She shouted. I tried to roam my eyes; I can’t remember coming here. Where am I? There’s furniture that I only see in historical dramas; is it gold? How much is it worth? I tried to move my body, but it hurt a lot! The last thing I remember is that I was on my way to my house when suddenly a truck appeared out of nowhere, a beam of light appeared, and then people were screaming in the background. Next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, and everything went black. It’s really confusing me, so I’m not dead, right? But where the heck am I? My eyes look at the woman, and I want to ask her. “My lady, I’m glad you’re awake." Is she referring to me? She wipes her tears and sighs. She’s weird. A week has passed, and I can now sit and talk. I’ve learned that the woman who calls me “My Lady” is May; she is my personal maid, and I’m an illegitimate daughter of a Count. My name is Belle Stefano, a 16-year-old with a weak body and an uneducated child. I’ve been living here since I was born, and my personal maid is the only one who’s taking care of me; there are no other maids here in this mansion. Truck-kun really isekai me, huh, and to a worse family too. I thought that I'd lost my memory because of the incident; that's why I’m behaving like that. Well, I fell into a coma for almost three months because someone put poison in my food. May found the same symptoms that her mother had and immediately searched for herbal medicines. Thanks to that, I recovered little by little. Back to the present: I had to adjust to this strange place, so I asked for books. The first time I read a book, May looked shocked. Girl, I’m shocked too! I can read the book because it’s written the way we wrote it in my past life, but of course she cannot believe it because I’m an uneducated child. Thank God I was an honor student in my past life. “Self study.” was all I said to her and shrugged. After reading some books, I realized that I was really in a different world. Does someone pick me up from Earth and throw me here? How about my body there? Am I dead? There are a lot of questions, but what I’m sure of is that I’m now a different person. I’ve been neglected even before I was born. My first maid was May’s mother, but she died a few years ago; thankfully, her daughter was the one who replaced her. May worked here even though I’m an illegitimate daughter; she doesn’t get the salary she deserves, and she does all the work night and day. See what happens to illegitimate children here in this world? It stinks for real. Another shocking revelation for me is that my so-called parents didn’t even check on me once or ask their servants to check on me or this house; that’s why this house looks more like a haunted mansion. Thankfully, May takes good care of the furniture, so it doesn’t look that old. One time, when we were taking fresh air from the veranda, I asked her. “Maybe, can you tell me more about my family?” She paused for a minute, unsure if she would tell me. “Your father is Count Bourbone Schwarts; he is a well-known businessman; your mother, Leonna, is her mistress, who works at a hotel in the city. She died giving birth to you; you have three siblings from your father, but they don’t care about you.” Ouch… Was she always this savage? My family on Earth is not like that, but I can’t tell that they really love me. I’m an orphan after all. I was an orphan until I was eight years old. When I got adopted, I did my best to look good and make them proud. I worked hard to stay on top of my studies. They seem proud outside our house but cold when inside. “Your father’s wife also doesn’t like you; that's why she asked your father to throw you away, but due to your father’s love for his reputation, he decided to buy you an old mansion and make you live there.” “That house is this house?” I ask her. She nodded and continued, “Your father’s wife is Fionna Heidy Schwarts.” “Pft!” She turns her head and looks at me as if asking what’s wrong with me. “HAHAHA!” Fionna, that’s a good name! Like Shrek’s wife! “What’s wrong, my lady?” I can’t contain my laughter; tears start to come out of my eyes, and my stomach starts hurting. Oh gosh… “N-Nothing, please continue.” I said it between my laughs. She sighs. “As I was saying, she is your father’s wife as well as..." She looks like she’s thinking. “As well as?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “as well as... your father’s wife.” She stated. Huh. I waited for a couple of minutes to hear her say more, but she just stared at me as if she were done. “So she’s just there,” I stated. Her face remains the same. "Yes, my lady.” “She’s just... existing." We nodded to the fact that she’s just there, existing. “Pft!” “My lady, please don’t-” “HAHAHA!” I burst out laughing What an evil person to ask her husband to throw away a baby, but she’s just there,no work or purpose—oh wait, right. Her purpose is to exist. May once again sighs. She shows me some pictures of my family; they look like the ones in a Renaissance painting, to be honest. Everything looks old-fashioned. I’m not sure if it’s just me, but their clothes look terrible. I bet if they wear it on Earth, millennials will find it ‘not aesthetically pleasing." It makes me miss my life there. We spent more than an hour looking at the photos. I saw their family photos, and all I can say is... “They’re good-looking, huh?" Count Bourbon has red hair; he looks like an idol. No, to be exact, all of them look like idols. Fionna has long brown hair, and I can’t deny the fact that she’s pretty. My siblings are all good-looking and confident; do they even know they have a younger sibling? The owner of this body is also pretty, but because she’s malnourished, her physical appearance changes. I should eat more, even though I’m not the owner of this body. I can’t just let this body be malnourished, right? It’s for my own good, too. Later on, I ask May to prepare my bath. It hasn’t been long since I got here, and there are some things that make me want to go home, like when someone wants to take a bath here, they have to get water from somewhere and they’ll pour it into the bathtub; it’s really different from Earth, where we can just open the shower. The difference makes me sick; I miss Earth so much. It makes me cry thinking that I have to lift a lot of water buckets, especially with this malnourished body. Today is our harvest day. According to May, we have to do this if we still want to live since I’m a neglected child and no one comes to visit me; even my own family rarely sends me a budget for my needs. It’s like they’re purposely neglecting me so that I will die soon. May plant vegetables for us to eat and survive. Now is the time to harvest those she planted a few months ago. “My lady, you can just wait for me over there.” She says. I grab the gloves and look at her. “Don’t worry, I can do this better than you.” I smirked. She raised her left eyebrow. “Wanna bet?” We just had an intense eye-to-eye, I know she doesn’t believe me because this body is weak, but that is Carlota, not me, Josefina Diaz. Ha! After we finish what we need, she asks me to eat a little more because we’re not sure whether I lose consciousness due to hunger. After that, we go straight to the little farm she runs beside our house. When we get there, little farm is really an underrated word because it is as huge as the house and it’s actually beautiful. I didn’t expect this, huh? “You’re great.” “I know, thanks.” We first harvest the potatoes, then the carrots. I was about to slip, but she caught me. “Please be careful, my lady.” I thanked her and continued harvesting. We rest for a few minutes, then start picking herbs. She gave me information that I can use. According to her, there were poisonous plants nearby, and she’s afraid I might pick them. We agreed to stop before the sun set. I continued what I was doing when suddenly a man in a mask came running towards me. He’s like six meters away from me, and because there are plants everywhere, I can’t see what he’s holding. All I am sure of is that he is a man—a tall man, rather. I think he’s wearing something old-fashioned. I focused my eyes on him to see him clearly, and when he was just a few meters away, I just felt my soul leaving my body. He’s holding a sword! A f*cking sword! For a moment, I forgot that I was in another world where there was magic and war. My feet felt numb, and my hands started to feel cold. My heart started to beat fast. Why is he running towards me with that big sword? May is not here; she’s way too far away for her to see me or this man. What should I do? Am I going to die again? I want to run, but I can’t move my feet. My throat feels like it’s blocked. I’m not ready to die! Not again! He’s getting near me, but I still can't move. He started to raise his sword, running towards me faster. Tension fills my body. He points his sword towards me, and when he steps away from me, I feel like everything blacks out.