Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

Days passed by quickly. Life here was much different from life at the academy. There was not a single day where I thought that I am bored. There were no more attacks made on Ellyn, thus everything was going on smoothly.

Living with a family was really a great feeling, and it was something I had not experienced before. Talking with Ron about various things, there was not a single time where he didn't marked Ellyn as my girlfriend and stated that there's no use in me hiding it.

I spent time with Ainge as well. Since I had nothing in particular to do, I helped her with her work—except making food, of course. That was a thing I was still incapable of.

I got to spent more time with Anya as well, we talked about things we weren't able to do at the academy due to our obvious social gap there—the gap between a class A and class B student.

When everything was like this; perfect. I felt like I had gone back in time, the time when I'd just reincarnated in this world. The five years I spent with everyone, the time when I didn't know that this world was based on a novel. The time when I didn't have to care about anything.

Just like this, it was one of these perfect and peaceful days. I was sitting on a chair in the garden of our house since the weather was nice and the warm sunlight was pleasing in this cold.

"The day's nice today, isn't it?" I turned to see that it was Ainge. "I was thinking about taking a little breather. Would you mind if I join you here?"

"That's not something you need to ask for," I replied. She came and sat on the chair beside me.

We sat in silence for a while, looking at the plants which swayed gently when the gust of wind embraced them.

I had not been able to start a conversation with Ainge whenever I was alone, so it was little weird. I knew the reason for this behavior very well, but I was scared to touch that part of my past. I was so scared that I didn't even want to think about it.

Thus the silence continued, or rather it would've continued if I hadn't remembered something which I had been meaning to ask her for a while now.

"Can I ask you about something?" I appealed.

"I'm always listening," she said as she looked at me with a gentle smile on her face.

"Ron was telling me about how he was like when he was younger, and he happened to talk about how his 'weird cheerfulness' was the reason he was able to meet with you. Though when I asked him more about it, he said that I should hear that from you," I paused.

"So, I wanted to ask how the two of you met. Will you tell me that story?"

"Sheesh, that man. Talking about such things in front of the kids," she blushed a little, probably as she remembered the memories of the past. She let out a breath. "Fine. I'll tell you, but it's not some fairytale like you are expecting. Even though we are your parents we are just normal humans in the end. And we met like normal people. So don't go expecting some magical princess story, or you'll be disappointed."

"Well, it certainly would've been better if I got to know how he rescued you from an evil king, but I'll be willing to settle for the story you have," I replied with a light smile. She smiled back.

"Okay, so hear clearly since I won't tell this again, it's embarrassing," she said and settled back in her seat.

"It was the time when both of us were around your age, and we happened to go at the same school. It was a just a normal magic academy but for us, it's a castle of memories. I had been recently transfered to that school there.

"However, not all was well at the start. Since I was new, I was bullied by other female students—a part of it was also because I was one of the good looking girls in the school but not from a high ranking family and so the other girls were jealous, but I won't say this since it makes me sound arrogant.

"One day, when I returned to my class along with the other students after the sword arts training session. I saw that my seat was broken in two and someone had painted a cartoon face of me on that broken desk. As I saw that and stood there with no place to sit, the girls who were responsible for this and involved in the process started laughing at me.

"Back then I was the silent, introverted type of girl, the exact opposite of your father. So I wasn't able to talk back to them or do anything else. In the end, I was on the verge of tears and was going to sit on that broken seat when your father jumped in.

"He was a ball of energy, and didn't care in the least about what the others said about him. He talked down the girls, forcing them to shut their mouths—at that time I was impressed by how quickly he was able to handle the situation, but later I got to know most of the girls were disgusted by his very presence and didn't want to argue with him.

"After that he offered me his seat. It wasn't much, but I think this was the incident he was referring to. Since it was after this day that we started talking, and after a year starting dating," she finished. "As I've said, it's not a fairytale, just a stupid story of two stupid people in their teenage years."

"If he offered his seat to you, then where did he sat?" I asked.

She busted out into a laughter at this, her cheeks red from the laughing.

"That day he sat on the ground in front of the teacher's podium. During the whole class he sat there and I don't think he regret it even to this day—despite the fact that he became the laughing stock of the whole class that day."