This will be a long time project. By the time I will post this, there are 138 chapters available. I know, I know. I told you that I don’t want to translate a long novel, but this is one that I really love and nobody picked it up. So. Yeah. I hope you will like this series.
ED: clover, eristol
“How did this happen…?”
I, Erica, daughter of Duke Aurelia, froze the moment I saw myself in the mirror.
Deep honey gold hair fell in soft, elegant curls.
Skin as pale as milk and rosy cheeks.
Though it was the youthful face of an 8-year-old, a set of prideful eyebrows loomed over the arrogant-looking emerald eyes.
No way! It can’t be! This is—
I began to feel a sense of incompatibility with the color of my hair, my skin, and my eyes.
Above all, this characteristically vertical roll……!!
This is the villainous lady of the romance-fantasy girl game『Liber Monstrorum ~Phantom Beasts and the Winter Princess~』 Erica Aurelia!1
I was seized by a sensation which made my feet wobbly and I had to lean against the mirror to stabilize myself.
One by one, the memories of my past life gushed forth like a spring, and I felt sick.
Does this mean I’ve awakened to memories of a past life or something?
I think that is absurd, but just now, the recollection about my life as Erica said that this is the world of『Liber Monstrorum ~Phantom Beasts and the Winter Princess~』
And that is why I have nothing but bad feelings no matter how good my face has become.
More importantly, it is that villainous lady, Erica Aurelia.
From what I remember, Erica not only berated and bullied the heroine after her enrollment in the magic academy, but she also died very early on in the game. Her death was the first of many in a trail of bizarre murders.
If I were to simply grow up and live my life as normal, I will die a pitiful death, which would then kickstart the serial murders that heightened the drama between the heroine and her chosen love interest.
That’s the one thing I want to avoid.
I refuse to just get killed out of nowhere. Not again.
And the memory I didn’t want to remember rushed into my head.
It seems to be the memory of my final moments in the previous life.
Light reflected in the corner of my eye.
The next instant, I felt a burning heat in my flank and when I reached out my hand there, it came back soaked bright red with blood.
I escaped to ask someone for help, but I was stabbed many times as I shouted—
I see, so I died back then.
My murderer had been a colleague from work, though we never really talked that much.
Suddenly, on my way back from work, he stabbed me many times while saying ‘You betrayed me’, but I couldn’t think of any reason for his utterance.
The only contact with him I could remember was lending him a spare umbrella on a rainy day, but what was his problem?
Or was it that?
There was a similar incident during high school.
I belonged to the Earth Science Club, and everyone in the club (which consisted of boys except for me) came to believe I had fallen for them, and in the end it was misunderstood that I had a physical relationship with everyone, and that rumor was circulated around the school.
What had followed was hell on earth.
I was too timid, and I couldn’t clear up the misunderstanding.
One of the club members who took the rumors seriously struck me from behind at night…
By the time I left the hospital, the Earth Science Club had been effectively shut down and I had the worst nicknames, such as ‘Club Crusher’, ‘Black Widow’, or just plain ‘slut’…hahaha…
It was painful.
In subsequent years, both in college and during my jobs, the same thing happened again and again on a smaller scale.
I failed at trying to maintain my human relations as safely as possible.
Eventually, I got to the point where I simply refused to interact with anyone outside of work. During that period, I got addicted to something.
It was video games.
No matter how harsh the characters were, fiction couldn’t leave the screen to harm me!
That being the case, my past life memories were little more than disatrous real-life experiences buried by game playthroughs.
My life experience was a bit one-sided.
The more I follow up the thread of my memories, the more I realize that I haven’t done a single worthwhile thing in my actual life.
So, I had never detested Erica.
She was a girl who seemed to embody the strengths I admired in the past life.
Apart from her malicious tendency to harass people, she was close to my ideal.
Such a strong, straightforward girl wouldn’t cause ill-natured men to misunderstand her, to stalk her, and then to stab her.
Maybe an ordinary human being would also be able to overcome it, but that is a trivial thing.
I just have to change this dark romance-fantasy girl game into a laid-back slice-of-life!
But, is that really possible?
At the very least, I would have to escape my mysterious deaths.
Only then I can live far more freely than in my past life.
Surely the clues to my survival can be found somewhere in the memories of my past life.
Why did Erica Aurelia have to die?
That is because she trampled over the lives of the other characters.
As long as I avoid that, I might be able to find a way out of my fatal predicament.
The dark past of each capture targets.
Those were death flags that Erica raised for herself.
In that case, I just have to put my all into breaking down he flags.
But before that, there is one thing I have to confirm.
These ‘memories’ can also be my delusion.
It is possible that they aren’t memories carried over from reincarnation but simply a sign that I am going crazy.
The young Erica was just playing with her 20-year-old older brother.
She got sleepy while reading an easy-to-read book with a lot of pictures from her older brother’s collection.
She fell asleep on a chaise lounge and then she came in front of the mirror with her messy hair again.
In order to judge whether my memory is a delusion or not, I have to make sure whether something that I know has happened or not.
“Are you okay, Erica?”
The voice belonged to my older brother who came close to me, worried about me who was leaning against the mirror.
Just in time.
“You’re not looking too good.”
My brother’s name is Eduard Aurelia.
He is the first child of the Duke Aurelia and one of the heroine’s capture targets.
His hair has the same blonde hue as Erica’s, but his eyes are very kind and sweet.
“Onii-sama, thank you for your concern. I just got a little tired for a moment.”
“I see. You were just reading a variety of books until a while ago, after all. Here, have something sweet.”
Eduard-oniisama reached into a small box on the table, picked out a little parcel and peeled off the wrapper.
“Here, open your mouth.”
When I opened my mouth, the chocolate grain was thrown in.
My brother has always doted on me.
“Is it tasty?”
“Yeah, you’re such a good girl, Erica.”
He stroked my hair with a gentle hand.
With a brother like this, can anyone really blame me for growing up a little pampered?
Well then, I need to get the information I want from my gentle older brother.
“Hm, what is it, Erica? Do you want another chocolate?”
“I’ll get fat if I eat so much before supper.”
I feel bad for making my older brother’s smile dim a little.
But, I have to ask him about the incident at the beginning of this game.
“May I ask you about things of the northern, the ice and snow-covered Lucanrant territory?”
“……What are you talking about?”
“About what happened in the North last year.”
“……You mean the Tragedy of Lucanrant Ducal House, huh……?”
Eduard-oniisama looked sad as he said it.
“That, when Erica gets a little older……I will tell you in detail at that time, for now I want you to excuse me.”
“……I understand, Onii-sama. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay, I’m sorry for being fussy, Erica.”
It would have been better if I could have a confirmation that there was a tragedy in the North called the ‘Werewolf Massacre Incident.’
However, I wasn’t expecting the 20-year-old older brother to explain such a gruesome story to his 8-year-old sister in more details.
“Then, I will return to my room.”
With this, it is confirmed that this world is『Liber Monstrorum』.
The world I now lived in is one crossed by werewolves and vampires—a world of phantom beasts.
1 Liber Monstrorum: it is the latin of Book of Monster. It is a late seventh-or early eighth-century Anglo-Latin catalogue of marvellous creatures. (source)