Royal Spirits Are a Royal Pain! Give Me a Regular Romance: Volume 1 (eBook)

Rei Kazama (Autor)

eBook Download: EPUB

2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Heart (Verlag)
978-1-7183-7762-2 (ISBN)

Infos

Deirdre Abel von Belisario just wants to find love! After dying young in her first life-and worse, dying without a single hint of romance-this former office worker and self-proclaimed otaku has found herself reincarnated as the daughter of a margrave in another world. Determined to make the most of her second chance, she's set on finding love and giving her parents the grandchildren they deserve.

Unfortunately for Deirdre, fate has other plans in store.

She never meant to catch the eye of her land's Royal Spirits, let alone gain their blessing. And she definitely didn't mean to get pulled into the conflict between spirits and humans. She was just bored!

Left with no choice but restore harmony to the empire, her dreams of a peaceful married life seem farther out of reach than ever.

This is the story of a 'graceful' young lady reluctantly revolutionizing an empire along the rocky road to love!

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Chapter 1: A Boring Baby Life

Five days had passed since I’d been reincarnated, and I’d learned a lot during that time.

My first night, I’d gotten to meet my family. I’d thought my maids were cute, but seeing the insane levels of beauty among my family members, I began thinking my maids might have been merely average.

That wasn’t to say they weren’t still cute to me, though. They had an approachable cuteness, the kind that you’d expect from an idol group whose meet and greet you weren’t intimidated to attend. But my mother was so pretty, she had to rank among the top ten most beautiful people in the world. Her hair was this dazzling blonde that glittered wherever light fell upon it, and her eyes were a deep emerald green—so deep that it felt like you were being pulled in just by looking at them.

Don’t get me wrong—they weren’t creepy to look at or anything. It was such a deep dark green you couldn’t help but be captivated. Those almond eyes framed by long golden lashes definitely had double eyelids, and her nose was shapely and well-defined. She didn’t look at all like a mother of three. Even her lips were healthy and plump.

My father was incredibly beautiful as well—he’d fit right in with those pictures of Scandinavian models I’d sometimes seen while scrolling through social media; people would definitely have been raving about how handsome he looked. His platinum blond hair was slightly long, and the way his bangs were swept back was attractive in its own right.

Even though he was technically my dad, I still didn’t quite see him that way, so I couldn’t help but feel a little flustered whenever he picked me up—despite the fact that I was still a baby.

My brothers were absolute angels. I’ll accept no criticism. Chris was my eldest brother, at five years old, with platinum blond hair that was so smooth and silky, and emerald green eyes the same as our mother’s. I guess you could say his beauty had a purity to it. It felt as though he always had a natural spotlight on him, though I couldn’t tell if it was just my eyes or my mind playing tricks on me.

“Wow, she’s so cute. I hope we get to play together soon.”

You’re the one who’s cute! thought the zero-years-old baby.

My second brother, Alan, was quite big for being only two. He had auburn hair and our father’s gray eyes. He was overjoyed to be an older brother now and constantly dropped by to talk to me and touch my hands and face.

What caught me most by surprise, though, were everyone’s clothes. Was I in medieval Europe? Why do these people look like they’re wearing period costumes you’d see in a museum?

I could easily tell that each of those outfits had cost a pretty penny. The fabric had a glossy finish, and there were very fine details embroidered into it. Will I have to wear the same type of clothing when I grow up? It looked so tight and hard to move around in.

Please let me wear something else. That’s gotta be bad for your body. I want to actually live a long life this time, thank you very much.

If we really were in medieval times, then people’s life expectancies would be much shorter than during my old life. Why would the world have reincarnated me in the past? At least make it the future. Let me go to space. Let me live past a hundred!

Hang on. They weren’t using candles to light up the room. It didn’t look like they were using those oil lamps that burn animal fat either. I didn’t know what I was looking at, but the light fixture sure didn’t seem to have anywhere to pour oil in at the very least. There was also a very perfect ice cube in my dad’s glass of liquor, so that had to mean there was a freezer somewhere, right?

Either way, there was way too much I didn’t know yet, so I made sure to pay attention to everyone’s conversations to see what I could figure out. To be honest, I struggled to understand what they were saying at first, but I kept the words in the back of my mind, and then when they showed me picture books, I stared at those letters like I wanted to devour them.

Being a baby was so boring. All you did all day was eat and then sleep. It was like being chained to your bed and then left to your own devices. Not gonna lie—it was pretty painful. At least it meant I had all the time in the world to learn the language.

Eventually, I learned that I was in the Azelian Empire, and that meant this wasn’t a democracy. There was apparently an empress ruling the country. Games and anime hadn’t helped in creating anything but an evil image of empires for me.

I belonged to the family of Margrave Belisario. I was Deirdre Abel von Belisario.

What even was a margrave, though? How much power did that give us? And what did a margrave do—oversee graves or something?

Oh, and there was no way this was medieval Europe on Earth—everyone was using magic. To be more precise, it was the spirits that used magic, with most of the empire’s citizens constantly accompanied by spirits they’d made contracts with. While this included many commoners, it seemed that all nobles had their own spirits.

I’d thought they were dust balls or fireflies when I’d first noticed these strange little round creatures floating above everyone’s shoulders.

I wasn’t quite sure what you did to make a contract with a spirit, but before I knew it, I had my own little blue ball of light floating by my side. Just when had I done that?

Apparently, it was a water spirit. I decided to blame all instances of wetting myself on this little guy. Don’t question it. It wasn’t like I wanted to wet myself, but it would have been really strange if a baby who’d just been born had been able to indicate they wanted to go to the toilet, so I had no choice but to just let it go. Not being able to go anywhere under my own steam was bad enough, but this was so much worse. I need to become an adult already.

“Look, the young lady already has her own spirit!”

“She is my child, after all. I have no doubt her mana will be boundless when she’s all grown-up.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

Mana! I knew what that was. Apparently if you used up your MP, your mana reserves would increase. I’d seen gamers talk about that on the internet before. You gained muscles by using your arms and legs, and you gained stamina by exercising, so it was the only logical conclusion.

May as well work on building up my mana, then.

It wasn’t that I was planning to fight—and preferably, I would never have to—but it wasn’t as if I had much else to do. If I used up all my energy, I’d pass out and that would make it so much easier to sleep. What’s a baby if not a creature that spends its days sleeping?

I realized afterward that using up my mana like that was probably terrible for my body, but being able to feel my mana increasing was so fun I just couldn’t stop. That must have been how people felt when they were so motivated by feeling their muscles bulk up that they couldn’t stop using their exercise equipment.

The other thing I’d done to pass the time was exercise. The bed I was lying in was one of those cribs with high wooden bars around it to keep me from falling out. I kicked those bars. I kicked them over and over.

“Oh no. I didn’t notice you were so far down the bed. I’m sorry! No wonder your legs were hitting the bars.”

But then Dana dashed in when she heard the racket and moved me back to the middle.

I refused to give in, though. All I had to do was keep wriggling my whole body so it shuffled enough to hit the side and then use that to turn myself around. It took forever, but I had all the time in the world. I would tire myself out so much that I’d end up falling asleep along the way sometimes, but sleep took priority. I’d only kick the side when I could and without pushing myself too hard.

“Again, my lady?”

“Is she kicking the cot again?”

“Do you think it’s too narrow? She looks like she’s having a lot of fun, though.”

“So she does. Maybe this is how she plays?”

Yes, that was exactly it. I’d learned that if I wanted to do as I wished, I needed to find a way to express my desire. When kicking the crib, I had to look like I was having the time of my life—that meant laughing away and waving my hands about while I kicked, kicked, and kicked some more.

To learn about this world, I needed people to speak in my presence, so if someone was having a conversation nearby, I would act happy and even sometimes make noises as if I were joining in. I could only make baby noises, but I’d make them as close to the words as possible. I’d talk even if the other person had no idea what I was saying.

Look, I’m so happy when you read books to me!

I’d do what I could to get them to show me the book properly. I’d look as happy as possible any time they used a finger to show what they were reading. I would listen to them calmly, smiling all the while. Eventually, everyone realized how much easier it made babysitting me, so they constantly read me books.

Anytime I used my mana, I’d give a little to my spirit. Apparently, spirits fed on our mana. My spirit took mine...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 12.11.2025
• Reihe/Serie: Royal Spirits Are a Royal Pain! Give Me a Regular Romance
• Illustrationen: Fujiazuki
• Übersetzer: okaykei
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Fantasy • female protagonist • Isekai • Magic • Nobility • Reincarnation • Romance
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-7762-2 / 1718377622
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-7762-2 / 9781718377622