Marsaili and the missing prince

chapter 1

Somewhere in a deep dark forest a girl wearing a dirty dress that looked like that of a maid laid on the ground unconscious- one look at her and one could see she was dead. Her pale white skin and her dark eyes that looked empty and lifeless were quite an indication, as for the cause of her death one could easily guess that it was due to starvation as her skin looked like a thin paper on her bones.

Suddenly something miraculous happened, the dead maid’s body glowed faintly in the night, a light hue of green and her dark eyes slowly regained their vibrant amber color. Her fingers twitched and despite being almost only skin and bones her flesh regained its color.

The maid slowly sat up with so much difficulty and a glint of irritation flashed in her eyes. She slowly got up and looked around

“that bastard” she hoarsely muttered and began walking, as she walked through the forest she finally arrived at a cave. she entered and looked around, to her surprise the cave was spacious on the inside despite looking small and narrow from the outside. She walked further into the cave hoping deep down it was inhibited by any monster, soon enough she found the end of the cave but to her surprise she found something eye catching.

Before her was a small rock and in it was a gorgeous sword. The sword unlike any other was semi large, semi curvy metal which had a bright sharp glint to it and the handle- more beautiful than any piece of jewelry that she had ever laid her eyes upon. Dark crimson red with small black jewels attached to it forming a shape and in the middle had a diamond shaped jet black jewelry that was larger than the rest.

 She approached the stone slowly, completely entranced with its beauty, unaware of her surroundings, suddenly she tripped on a stone as she got near the sword. She panicked and tried to grab anything to stop her fall- the handle of the sword, unfortunately her hand jerked involuntarily as she tried to straighten herself up while using her strength to grab the handle. However that fastened the fall and for a moment she felt the sword loosen and  then as she hit the ground-

Slice.

Drip, drip drop.

Her eyes slowly glazed over and right before she lost consciousness she saw a bright shining light.

-

“Are. You. Serious.”

She heard a familiar voice say- the tone full of disbelief, mockery and a hint amusement.

“you Again?!” she looked up and saw him- ‘the bastard’

Sharp dark yellow eyes filled with surprise and lips curved up in an amused smile, his dark violet black hair fell over his face as he threw his head forward into his palms and shook it.

he burst out in laughter.

The girl before him was in no way looking like the maid, rather she looked completely different with brown hair and black eyes. She was wearing a long white dress and her eyes had a hint of irritation.

Before her sat a man, a beautiful man his body shaking with mirth as he sat atop a throne- a large throne that looked oddly comfortable, the mixture of silver and black designs portrayed a beautiful picture, and the man atop it was wearing a suit  and yet it oddly fit perfectly. However right now, with the way he laughed heartily at her seemed to destroy the image he portrayed when he first met her a couple of minutes ago.

They were currently in a room that seemed like that of a kings audience room in a castle- a throne room was the best fitting word for it, however the room had not a single bit of gold, every item was either black or silver or a designed with a mixture of both.

Her name is- or rather was Ranae MacMille. She was a therapist in the 21st century and a great one at that… well that was until she met a client who was unlike any other, the client to cut the story short was a man in his twenties with severe trust issues, but surprisingly open and honest. He told her of his life and problems, the most alarming part of it was how he mentioned his habit of killing off his therapists in passing as if that wasn’t a big deal- rather as if he was telling her what he ate for lunch. 

It wouldn’t take a fool to not know how she died after hearing that part of her story. And right after she died she awoke here and found this man- who asked to be called Arvoitus 

he spoke in a classy british accent and after congratulating her, he explained that it was due to an opening and lack of money he decided to take the job of meeting 'lucky' reincarnating souls and leading them to their destination.

It all sounds simple but the bastard dumped the basic information on her and literally dropped her soul into the body without much of an explanation about her situation. To be specific most of the talking he did was about himself and when it came to her he just said ‘you are among the lucky souls to be reincarnated, because you are the 100th therapist to be killed by a client, your name is Marsaili from now on. Alright bye’ and flicked his wrist. The floor beneath her had opened and she fell, only to wake up in the body of a maid.

After a couple of minutes filled with laughter he sighed and leaned back on the throne, crossing his legs and placing his fist under his chin.

“my, my… you are quite amusing. This has got to be the fasted record of a reincarnated person dying right after getting reincarnated. I mean I have sent people into their bodies and those bodies were at war and they lasted longer than you”

Her eyebrow twitched and she glared at him

“oh don’t worry you didn’t ‘die’ exactly… well to be honest I saved you right before you died.”

 “what do you mean?”

He heaved a sigh as if to say ‘do I seriously have to explain this?’

“you see, the world you reincarnated into is a world were magic exists and it makes it easier to drag your soul back here, Anyways before you died I forced your soul back here so that when you are out of danger, I will return you after I heal you-... well your body down there that is, take that as a bonus for making my day”

She blinked a couple of times then slowly said “I see… thank you?”

“oh don’t mention. Now then, would you like to drink something?” he asked as he snapped his fingers and a tea cup appeared in his hand then he elegantly sipped it

She was silent for a bit “can you tell me something about the world, you know apart from the magic so I can avoid dying atleast?”

“wouldn’t that ruin the excitement?”

Her eyebrows twitched again “well then, what am I supposed to do after I go back, is there some revenge or-?”

“no, nothing like revenge… you watch way too many dramas and anime. Well just have fun you know  have an adventures… and  in the process find the prince and save him- nothing much”

“say what now?”

“more tea?” he asked as he shook the teacup in his hand and sipped it

“no no, about the prince… what prince?”

“the missing prince of the empire,  ah and would you look at that, times up.”

“wait wait!!”

“what?” he paused mid flick of his hand

“do I get a cheat of some sort? you know... to survive”

He paused and thought about it then shrugged and snapped his fingers, the dark hole opened up below her like the first time and she fell right through with only her last words left behind.

“what does the shrug mean? Is it a yes or a no?!”

-

Ranae or rather Marsaili now gasped for air and sat up, she was sitting besides the sword that caused her almost demised a couple of minutes ago. Her body was leaning against the rock which the sword was stuck in earlier. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. 

'do not curse, you are as gentle as an ocean breeze' she thought to herself as she tried to calm down from the immerse frustration building up in her.

Marsaili sat in the cave sorting out her thoughts and deciding on what to do next. She surprisingly could remember the memories of 'Marsaili' the owner of the body she was in.

Marsaili’s memories began from the age of 4, she had grown up in a graveyard, so most of her memories were that of a crying men and women, in some cases children.

After the age of 7 her caretaker Mr. Rudolfsvile died she was taken into the orphanage and from there she met so many other kids like her. But by the time her caretaker had died, she had seen so many deaths that she was sensitized to it all, granted she felt sad but she understood the situation so she never cried. This was a surprise to the people around her, after all it was rare to see a child with a deep understanding of the concept of life and death.  Regardless the understanding affected her subconsciously, she in short-terms didn't bother with having a 'fun' childhood- to her, it mattered for so little to nothing after all in the end of the day nothing mattered. however as she grew up she took to being a maid, for her- it gave a purpose of some sort, taking care of people mattered to her after all it had a meaning, a purpose.

  At the age of 14 she left the orphanage to be the maid of a wealthy young master at the countryside, this young master was a year younger than Marsaili and an only child, he was what people would consider fragile and weak- due to his poor eye sight he wore glasses. The family she worked for were well off as they had the title of viscounts and the Lord or rather head of the family was the feudal lord of the country.

The country was where Marsaili spent the rest of her days, it was the country that guarded the moon forest hence its name ‘le lunar country’ in simpler terms the moon country. The country protected the empire from the forest monsters who escape which is what makes the country known for their adventurers.

At the age of 16 Marsaili had grown quite close to the son of the viscount, it was around this time the viscountess gave birth to her second child or rather – children as they were twins, a boy and a girl.

At the age of 19 she was framed by the head maid for breaking a special antique, due to her friendship with the children she was let off easily and kicked out of the family home with no other job to turn to but being an adventurer to survive because as it goes no one wants an untrustworthy maid in their house- especially one fired from the feudal lord house and on her first task- which no one wanted to take because it was in the moon forest she died of starvation

Through the memories the new Marsaili learned a couple of things from the world or rather country, unlike the word she came from the people from this empire did not have surnames. Only the royals had a surname or extremely wealthy people with great title and when it came to punishing people and stripping them off of their title, the people are also stripped off of their last names, apart from the fact that adventurers exist like the ones she read about in fantasy novels and watched in anime magic also existed.

Marsaili sat back up and open her eyes, she knew what to do-  first she would train in order to survive in the forest- then complete the task (bring some special herbs to the adventurers guild) and get some money; with said money she would head over to the black market to get some information on the royal family- wait black market? Did they have a black market in this world? Maybe the bastard was right when he said she watched too many dramas.

She sat crossed legged and thought about it in detail, in order to hunt monsters and protect herself she needed a sword- and she had one, granted it almost killed her. she glanced over to it and touched the handle “now … sword-kun, I don’t know who put you in here but you have a debt to pay to me for almost killing me so protect me well alright?”

To her surprised the sword as if hearing her made a soft ‘tiiing’ and red jewel flashed. She glanced at it in shock, what on earth just happened, she took the sword and examined it- it obviously was that it was unlike any other, suddenly a thought crossed her mind. Since magic exists  in this world then magic infused into weapons was not a surprising thing and from the memories she obtained she remembered a thing call magic crystals which was the raw physical form a magic could obtain and from the jewel it seemed like it. To top it off From the knowledge on earth regarding fantasy, blood was sometimes used as a way to make contract with an animals, objects and so on. Looking at the sword that was coated with her blood it would seem she might have become the owner of the sword or she could be wrong, there was no indication of that, granted parts of the things she learned from this world was similar to that of the ones she learned about back in earth but there was a high chance that it was all a coincident besides from her memories she was unsure if the real Marsaili had a good constitution for magic but that didn’t matter the point was that she hit a jackpot and gained a magic sword, even if it barely benefited he atleast she could sell it and get money.

Granted it was covered in blood, well her blood to be exact but nonetheless she felt majestic and powerful while holding the sword, striking a couple of poses with it she chuckled again.

“hmmm? Well then sword-kun I guess it is gonna be you and me from now on, so you best forget your former master” she said and stood up

Marsaili felt excited and motivated, she had a magic sword and not only that she could finally fulfill her fantasies of being an all powerful adventurer. Granted the fantasy was birthed just now but it didn’t matter, with a giant grin she headed out of the cave, “onto training and getting some food!”

…

Two steps later her body fell to the ground and her new sword besides her

“crap”

 Marsaili groaned and grabbed onto the sword  to lift herself up “in my excitement I forgot Marsaili is so malnourished that she had died, ugh”