My Antagonist Life Reancarnation's
Chapter 2: 19

My name is Annabella, Annabella Lizabethen. Commonly called Annie by those closest to me, as well as the servants under Lizabethhen House.

I'm 6 years old. If you count it with my body.

But, when you measure and calculate the results of the sum through my soul, twelve more years eh? Wrongfully. More precisely thirteen more years after you make a KTP.

You must be confused why I compare my age through body and soul?

Eh?

What's?!

Didn't you say?!

Why could?!

Oh.

You guys already know yes.

Whaaat!

Did you know that from the beginning?!

Even about where I am right now?!

Umm. a-anu.

Why are we talking about age and place?

I mean, we better get to another topic.

Ahem, ahem.

This is the place I've been to, the Lizabethen family library.

So many are shelving with labels for specific parts. The books here are so many but rarely open, even though they are often cleaned.

Walk slowly and lightly to read the label on the part I'm cycling.

And yeah! Meet me!

Books about medicinal plants and treatments that can be done or something like that.

There you can find a plant called poisonous. Then... How do I get up there? Took the book I was looking for?

There should be stairs around here. Should I wait for Hanna and Abel? No, they must be a hassle.

The library without the stairs, what the hell? Like a toothbrush without a brush.

Mending pack the reconstruction ladder only if it does not want to buy the sweet ladder.

Yes, sweet. Little brother and cute unch unch how so, because I like something small and small. The stairs are small, so.

Oh.

Sorry, Papa.

I was just thinking and saying something no-no to you. The stairs are there. I'm the only one who doesn't see it.

Why put it there too try.

Finished taking the necessary books, I walked while pushing the place to bring the book or whatever, with the books on it.

But there is something worse than that, that is, this thing that I am pushing, just like me.

I had a hard time looking ahead, with my arms soaring upwards. But that's okay, anyway, I'm good at observation theory(?). So there's nothing I can hit.

Then until I am at the table on which there is a cute creature of bad character, sleeping with a sideways position ala race itself.

I push on the chair facing him. I picked up one of the closest books, then flipped through each one.

Quickly but thoroughly I read every tribe he said.

So, it's a good treat if I'm given the reports that need to be completed.

"Excuse me, Miss. I've brought the tea you asked for, and I've also brought a little snack. As well, the equipment you requested is also." The call made me look at the source.

It was Hanna, who spoke. He with his nimble hands put the tea I asked for. Pour the tea into a teacup with a rose flower engraving.

So did Abel, he put the equipment I asked for as well, and then put it together.

"Thank you." My brief.

I took paper and brushes, with ink of course. I decorated the plain white paper, with some plant names, along with an explanation of the knowledge I just understood.

Sometimes I re-read what was in the book.

Not that once see read understand, directly poultice, right?

I wrote enough. Even because I felt that the paper would not be enough, I made the writing go back and forth.

It is also my fault for only asking to bring 15 pieces.

Two of them I made into a list. So that the writing on the rest of the sheet I have to make small but still clear.

"Miss, time for your private tutoring." I also nodded to hear those words.

I put the books I've read on the little train to carry the books. True too, why the name of something like this I forgot.

But, yeah, it doesn't matter. I'd better head over to my private tutor. Papa's been spending money to pay for that teacher.

How could I waste it? His name is reddish, right? Looks like a person who likes extravagance and pitya-foya.

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After I finished doing my boring study schedules, I returned to the previous reading place, only half of the books I had finished reading.

I read it carefully but quickly like before. I've had a few dozen papers back and forth that I've written.

Before I got here, I'd bring you a few dozen papers. All the theories of science I have obtained, just practice the field.

"Miss, it's late, even you missed dinner. Isn't it a good thing if you eat something? Then rest later." Worry Hanna.

Abel was like that too. But in the form of expression.

I raised my head with a thoughtful look.

It does.

I missed my dinner for a little more reason, but still a little more. If only there was a little more left now. I also bowed back.

"This time really has stayed a little longer."

They also just exhale. I wrote down everything that included that little bit more. I don't spend much time just writing it. Just a few minutes are done.

It's good if I eat something, but my stomach doesn't signal any signs of hunger. Maybe just take a break? Ok, it's decided.

"Let's go back, I'm sleepy."

"Good." Reply to them both.

I walked the familiar path towards a room, my bedroom. All the Abel I asked to take all the books back to their original place.

I lay my body on the mattress that I usually use to sleep, not stay up while rumbling gasrak-gusruk here and there.

Though I was a princess but my bed was King-size, it felt a bit tickling.

Hanna helped me out, who seemed to feel like there was nothing else to do.

But before that he said a night greeting to me, of course I reply.

After that dreamland or a sleeping flower entered my brain. To make my sleep more restful.