“One trouble less to the slacker life.”

Reincarnation is a fickle thing, they were extremely fun to watch, so I guess it makes sense Mikaela, a god with plenty of time, wanting to watch the changes us mortals would bring upon other sets of mortals in a whole new world.

So when she came back to the room, she didn't do much except touch our foreheads.

And then it was dark.

The sort of darkness that gives you peace, but creeps on you like a snake. It wrapped itself around you.

Then I woke up. I felt consciousness leak into my body.

But the snake was apparently still holding onto my neck.

As I opened my eyes, pain flourished throughout. There was a blonde girl putting all her strength on my throat. I could feel the oxygen not reaching my lungs, I tried to stop the hand wrapped around my throat, but unfortunately my hands were feeble.

This woman's hands held anger unrelated to me.

I grabbed onto the silky sheets beneath me. Anything to lessen the pain.

The woman was trying to kill.

Did that God give me life just to watch me hold on to it miserably?

Then suddenly, the person lying beside me kicked the woman. Hard enough she stumbled back. And then that person took the vase lying beside the bed we were on.

Smashing it on to that woman's head. The black haired girl was shivering, she had been choked alongside me. I had not taken notice of her.

She fell to the bed, sharp breaths.

The little girl, some seven years old, looked at me. Her eyes a sharp purple. 

"Are you okay?" The words uttered were trying to catch its breath.

"Uh–" I did not know what to do.

The little girl took a deep breath.

"Do you know which characters we are?" Then it hit me, we really were reincarnated.

This girl was my sister.

I looked down at my hands. I drew circles on them.

That always helped me calm down.

Meanwhile my sister got up, with barely any strength. She took a piece of the broken vase.

I looked around, it was a luxurious room.

The woman who tried to kill us had blonde hair. I touched and saw my own hair.

 We had black hair.

"Do I have purple eyes as well?" I looked at my sister.

"Uh huh." She nodded.

"We are probably twins from the duchy of the south." I bit my thumb, trying to remember something useful.

"Wow, so much useful information." she rolled her eyes.

"I know right." I scoffed.

"My name is Maelus and yours is Ambrenette. Mael and Ambre for short" My thumb started to hurt, so I stopped biting it.

 Then I remembered something.

"I am one of the male leads and you are a dead person." It was not particularly useful. I think.

"Do I have poor health?" Ambre asked.

"Yup!" I smiled at her.

"No wonder, I feel like I am about to die." She coughed.

"That is probably because of being choked." I giggled as she sat down.

"But you still were strong enough to hit our mother." I said quietly.

 She looked at me then took a pillow and threw it at the unconscious woman. She then lay down, sprawled on the bed.

"Damn hell do I have bad luck with mothers." With these words, I did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Do you remember your actual mother?" I wondered out loud

"Nah, I don't even remember my own name anymore." She snickered.

"How many times have you reincarnated?" I looked at the woman as pale as glass. Then my sister.

"I don't know, lost count after the fiftieth." She sighed. She did a lot of that these days.

"Damn. you go through reincarnations like, um something not big?" I wanted to say something cool. This is just embarrassing.

"You will be dumb in every world huh?" She laughed, a quiet laughter that echoed only within this room..

"Oh shut up genius." I softly punched her.

"Hey, that hurt!" She rubbed her arm, a frown on her face.

"How pathetic!" I stuck my tongue out at her. 

We stared at each other for a bit.

We both burst out laughing.

It was dumb. But it felt alive.

"Do you know why this woman was trying to kill us?" My sister poked the woman with her feet.

"No idea, never reached Mael's route." I shrugged.

"Cross more roads without looking, why don't you?" My sister said annoyed.

"Shut up!" I got off the bed, my legs felt like they were having a cardiac arrest. I looked at the woman.

"What if she is dead?" I asked my sister.

"Then we hide the body!" She was enthusiastic about that and raised her hands.

"Wait no, that's too much work." She rolled over to my side after answering her own idea.

I walked away, loud and soft steps on the cold floor.

"Where are you going?" My sister side-eyed me.

"To call someone?" I muttered/

"No dumbass." I knew she would say that.

"What no?" But I was not going to give up.

"Then what do we do?" I gave in anyway.

"We have to wake the woman up. And convince her!" She looked like she had a brilliant idea.

"How?" I knew it was dumb as hell. She is my sister after all.

"I don't know." She looked away.

"See you are as dumb as me." I giggled.

"Shut up!" She threw a pillow at me.

There was a murmur among the bed sheets. The woman woke up, holding onto her head. Her body trembled.

"Oh, so you are awake?" Ambre had a calm voice. 

But the woman was shaking.

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" The woman's pitch rose with each syllable and she reached out for Ambre.

But before the woman could hit the young girl, she pulled out the piece of the vase and pressed it against the woman's neck.

"I will kill you if you move." Ambre's smooth voice was filled with ridges that threatened to cut on anyone's skin.

I could see from just the side of the woman's face, the terror she felt.

The weak would never dare touch the strong.

The weak only picked on the weak.

I heard voices.

There were people coming.

The woman looked back at the voice.

My sister took the woman's hands and placed a bloody shard in her hands. At that the woman looked at the girl she had been choking some minutes ago. She was standing there with a little cut on her neck.

My sister had hurt herself. Then she held the woman's hand close to her neck. She had been frozen in time for a long while now.

And the door opened.

A black haired man with deep purple eyes came inside.

"Guards, take the duchess to the tower." The voice was as calm as a storm.

"NO, no No please no I didn't do anything." The blonde haired woman, no I remembered her name, Dorothea, screamed.

The guards dragged her down with her value as a duchess.

I ran to my sister. Who had fallen on the mattress.

"She won't bother us again." My sister had a nice smile. It was faint but I could see it from this distance.

"Well, one trouble less to the slacker life huh!" I pretended to cry. Tears formed in my eyes.

"One trouble less to the slacker life." Her voice faded away as she fainted