It was a freezing day. My hands felt like they were turning to ice, but I had to go out to meet my girlfriend.
"Should I buy a coffee on the way?"
We had agreed to meet near a café—the same one where we had our first date.
I stood under a roof, waiting for the rain to ease up before moving forward again.
When it finally slowed down, I continued walking down the street.
People were running, trying to reach a bus stop before the rain started pouring again.
"I shouldn't have gone out in this weather. I don't even know why I felt the need to go out today of all days."
After a few minutes, I reached the café, where I could finally take shelter. But then, a strange buzzing sound rang in my ears. It faded after a few seconds, so I went inside.
I ordered a coffee and sat down at a table since I didn't see my girlfriend anywhere.
I watched the rain fall—it was oddly relaxing. So, I just sat there, enjoying the moment.
After a few minutes, my coffee arrived, and so did my girlfriend.
She looked around the café until she spotted me and came over to sit down.
"So, you got here first? That's a miracle."
"I didn't have anything better to do, so I came."
"All right, I wanted to talk to you about…"
More people started coming in as the rain outside grew heavier, but the atmosphere was still peaceful. The aroma of coffee, the soft music, and the sound of the rain made everything feel calm.
Sometimes, watching the rain made me wonder what it would be like to live in a world that wasn't so monotonous. Wake up, work, eat, shower, sleep, and repeat.
"Are you even listening to me?!"
She yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What? Sorry, what were you saying?"
"This! This is exactly what I'm talking about! You're always daydreaming! You never listen to me!"
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something else."
She glared at me, clearly angry, and it made me want to leave.
"It's always like this. I try to go out with you, and you either arrive late or don't pay attention to me when you do!"
"I'm sorry…"
"Stop apologizing!"
I stayed silent. She was really mad.
"I'm tired of this. I don't even know why we're still together."
"Then let's end it. That'd be easier, wouldn't it?"
"What?"
"Like I said, let's break up. It doesn't really matter if that happens…"
Before I could finish, she slapped me hard across the face.
"Go to hell."
She stormed out of the café after hitting me. I looked around—some people were staring, but soon went back to what they were doing.
"I don't get it. Why did she get mad if she didn't even know why we were together?"
I went back to drinking my coffee and watching the rain—until I saw two bright lights getting closer and closer, and then… everything went black.
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"What a shame. Wrong place, wrong time."
I opened my eyes with a slight headache.
Looking around, I realized I was somewhere unfamiliar. It was very clean, and there were lots of beds.
"Where am I?"
I tried to get up—and that's when I noticed something.
"My hands… they're smaller?"
I touched my face. My skin felt smooth and soft.
"This is wrong. This is really wrong."
I stood up, still with a headache, and went to a nearby window to get a better look.
When I climbed down from the bed, I realized I was much smaller than it, which made me uneasy.
I reached the window and had to climb on a piece of furniture to see myself. And then I saw it—what worried me the most.
"This isn't me."
My hair was long and blonde. My eyes were green. My skin was fair.
"Did I… die and reincarnate in another world?"
It was exciting—really exciting. My old life had been dull, but now, if I was in another world, I could live a much more interesting one.
I touched my body again since my face made it hard to tell whether I was male or female. But when I checked… something was missing.
"N-No way."
"Well, you're awake."
I turned around and saw a young nun carrying some cloths.
"Please, lie back down so I can examine you."
I did as she asked and lay back on the bed, still trying to process that I might have reincarnated as a woman.
"You don't have a fever anymore. Does anything hurt?"
"My head hurts a bit."
"That's probably from the fever, so you should rest more. I'll tell Sister Theresa and bring you some soup to eat."
"Thank you."
She placed a wet cloth on my forehead to keep my fever from returning, then left the room after making sure I was comfortable.
I waited a few minutes and checked again—confirming I was, indeed, a woman.
"I'm a woman… No way…"
I stayed there, waiting for the nun to come back, until something crossed my mind.
"Sister Theresa? That name sounds familiar."
I looked out the window and felt something strange fly past.
"Hmmm?"
Something moved behind me, and a strange green aura began to form in my eyes, where several other colors flickered as well.
"This feels weird."
A reddish aura appeared in my right hand and shot straight toward my pillow. Curious, I lifted it and felt something hard.
"A necklace. A golden gem with a dragon emblem… Why do I have this? It's weird—I didn't see anyone send me to this world, no system or anything like that. Guess you can't trust manga logic."
Suddenly, I felt a strange surge from my hand, and the red aura poured into the necklace, which glowed with golden light before fading almost immediately.
"What the hell was that…"
Just then, I heard footsteps approaching, so I quickly hid the necklace.
"I thought I'd find you asleep, but that's good—you can eat."
The nun came in with a bowl of soup that didn't look particularly appetizing.
"Do you need help eating it?"
"No, I can do it myself."
I grabbed the spoon and started eating. It didn't even have salt, but I kept going.
"I'm glad you could eat it all without throwing up. Sister Theresa said you should stay in bed, so you can rest again, Mordred."
She took the empty bowl and left, leaving me alone in the room.
I froze for a few seconds before reacting.
WHAT THE HELL?! AM I MORDRED?!