Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World?-Chapter 27 - Difference

And it seemed as if the time was making a rewind. But wait, didn't she die?

Yet here she was, staring at me with her confident upbringing and formal demeanour.

"Alright, enough with the brief explanation of this magical device. So, from what you've seen so far, do you understand what really happened there back then?"

I nodded slightly, though deep down, a shiver of unease crawled beneath my skin.

Helena smiled faintly, her fingers interlacing atop the table.

"Good. Now... Kairi, I want you to be honest when I ask you certain questions. Can you cooperate with me during this assessment?"

I nodded again, unsure of what else to say, still confused.

"For example, do you ever feel like there are gaps in your memory? Noticing moments that feel strangely distant — like there's something you should remember but can't quite reach?"

I met Professor Helena's gaze with a convincing expression and slowly shook my head.

"Gaps? Not quite. My memory seems to work fine."

"Is that so? Well, let's clarify a few things. According to the healer's report, you fainted inside the forbidden chamber. The effects of residual magic can disorient the mind — leave temporary gaps, altered perceptions. You were the victim of that."

I stiffened, my fingers unconsciously fiddling with the hem of my skirt.

I couldn't let this line of questioning dig too deep.

"Oh, so you still don't quite realize it? Alright, I'll explain the situation properly."

She closed the footage and continued.

"A student entered the forbidden chamber, eliminated the mythical creatures within, and attempted a sealing spell. That student was later discovered unconscious — no physical injuries, but in a deep, unnatural sleep. The academy's healer diagnosed it as a fainting episode caused by arcane overload. That student... was you."

I tried to digest everything she said — despite the confusion I was only now encountering — but one thing tugged at my mind.

Why did it feel like she was implying something more than what she said?

"Now, before we proceed..."

Helena's voice softened, but her gaze sharpened like a blade's edge,

"Do you have any idea what your sister has been doing behind your back lately?"

My heart skipped a beat.

But instead of reacting, I kept my expression carefully composed.

"I... I wouldn't know," I replied, feigning casual confusion.

"We don't exactly swap secrets."

Helena's faint smile widened, a hint of something colder beneath it.

"Is that so? Well then — let me enlighten you."

She leaned in slightly.

"Selene has been secretly orchestrating a movement against the Kingdom of Ains Ein Doa. Quiet, calculated... but growing. And if the International Magic Association catches even a whisper of her intentions, she won't be the only one in trouble."

The room felt heavier, air thick with unspoken threats.

I wasn't sure what was worse — the implication, or the fact that part of me wasn't surprised. I mean, she had always been like this, or hadn't she?

"Alright, enough with this." She stopped with

"You don't remember anything unusual, do you?"

"I remember bits and pieces of things," I murmured, careful to stay vague.

Helena's gaze lingered for a moment longer before she leaned back in her chair, fingers once again folding atop the table like a judge awaiting a verdict.

"Is that true?" She asked, one eyebrow slightly raised, her tone half-impatient, as if she wasn't entirely convinced.

I exhaled softly, trying to calm myself, then replied,

"Yes... I only remember a little. Maybe because it's been so long, or because that event was just... so strange." My voice trembled a bit at the start, but I forced myself to sound more assertive toward the end.

Looking back at the previous event, it seemed that hadn't happened yet.But still, my stomach churned when I thought back to that bloody incident.

Professor Helena writhing in pain, or me not knowing how to react at all.

Everything still seemed so hazy...

***

And just as I was wondering where I was, a sudden, sharp pain coursed through my head, as if pierced by a needle.

"Selene? Selene? Selene!"

The voice couldn't bring me back to reality.

Gradually, one fragment after another began to flood my mind, each one entering like a needle pressing through an invisible hole.

Selene Eryndell Veylith. Age 16.

A faint image of a face appeared before me — long silver hair, piercing blue eyes, a gaze so sharp it felt as if it could pierce my very soul.

It looked uncannily familiar... wait, is that me?

The youngest Arcanist Mage, having integrated wonders into magic.

Another flash followed.

I briefly saw my own hand—pale, slender fingers—outstretched, reaching toward something at the end of an intricately carved wooden staff.

A round, silverish badge shimmered on the chest of my uniform.

Its surface reflected an odd light, the shape like a small circle with unfamiliar engraved patterns. For some reason, that badge felt significant.

Ability: Alchemistry, capable of transforming elements of any material once understanding its workings.

Radiant light glowed, forming complex patterns in the air.

The firstborn of two siblings...

Then, an adult woman appeared—black hair, emerald green eyes.

Parents... Fery Eryndell Veylith... Rieri Elysia Veylith...

A younger figure appeared, silver-haired with anxious eyes.

Sister... Kairi Elysia Veylith. Age 14.

She resembled Selene but younger.

Ability: Transcription.

Her tiny hands traced glowing letters in the air.

Selene, a Wicked Witch, trying to change the world by sending Kairi...

A distant, thunderous voice echoed in the void.

And Kairi was actually a doctor in her world...

My chest tightened. My head felt as if it were stabbed with a burning needle.

All the information slammed into me violently, without warning.

"Selene, what's wrong? Selene!"

THUMP!

...

After a moment, I opened my eyes again, greeted by the sweet smile of the woman who had been nursing me earlier.

And once again, I found myself in the same setting, the white room where I laid.

Wait a minute, now that I think about it, is she his apprentice and the man a healer?

If that's true, should I ask them about it?

Also... should I tell them that I'm not Kairi, but Selene?

"Oh, Kairi, you're awake? How was your rest? Was it comfortable?"

I nodded slightly, offering a polite smile.

"Good to hear. The doctor will be here soon to check on your condition."

Not long after, the man in the white cloak arrived—the same one who had asked about me earlier and what had happened before.

"Excuse me, may I?" he asked.

"Of course, doctor," she replied.

He began examining the faint, undulating object on my head.

"So, have you remembered anything? Please be honest with me."

Without hesitation, I nodded firmly.

"Good. So, what do you remember right now?"

"My true identity."

"Oh, I see. So, who are you, really, Kairi?"

"I'm not Kairi. My real name is Selene."

The woman froze. Her eyes widened, and her hand instinctively covered her mouth. Her shoulders tensed in surprise. She took a half-step back and then glanced at the doctor, as if looking for confirmation that she hadn't misheard.

"Doctor, this..." she whispered, half to herself.

"Yes, it seems like post-head trauma hallucinations or delusions. But please, don't tell the patient about this, as it might offend her. Let's just pretend everything she says is true." The man responded, as though treating it like a mere joke.

"Alright then... Selene... if you're not Kairi, then who is Kairi?"

"She's my younger sister. I can see her clearly in my mind."

"Oh, I see. So you're the older sister, and Kairi is your younger sister?"

I nodded firmly, "Yes."

I dared not say more.

It was because the woman beside him was stunned by my response.

She nervously poked at the doctor's sleeve.

"Doctor, wasn't the surgery supposed to go smoothly? Wasn't this kind of thing not supposed to happen?" she said anxiously, unsure of what to do.

"Yes, it was according to standard procedures. But we must also consider that the patient might have fully recovered, and something could have triggered a new memory."

"For now, let's let her rest a bit more. Please prepare the anesthesia, I have some administrative matters to handle regarding the treatment cost."

The man spoke calmly, then left the room.

The woman lowered her gaze slightly, concealing an expression I couldn't quite decipher. Her hand trembled as she held the syringe.

"Sorry..." she murmured softly, as if speaking to herself.

She carefully injected the medicine, then took a deep breath, gently wiping my eyes with her fingers as though caressing them, before finally stepping back.

...

Once again, I opened my eyes. This was the fourth time.

I saw the familiar ceiling once more.

The herbal scent pierced my nose. The walls weren't pristine white, but a dull cream, etched with strange symbols here and there.

"The Aethelgarten Academy treatment room..." I whispered softly, trying to focus my mind.

In this world, sorcerers were classified by their magical control, while healers held a sacred profession. Only a few families were able to pass down this knowledge generation after generation.

A man in a dark green robe entered. His robe stretched to the floor, decorated with fine golden thread along the collar and cuffs.

On his left chest, a small silver leaf-shaped emblem gleamed.

The symbol of a healer—the emblem of those who heal in this world.

I froze for a moment. This wasn't a doctor's coat... this was different.

Here, they didn't heal with sterile tools or infusions, but with spells, potions, and magical power.

My thoughts grew heavy, as if something was missing.

There was something I hadn't remembered clearly yet...

Wait a minute...

Oh, right.

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