As my consciousness faded into pitch black darkness, a sudden flood of strange information entered my head like a tsunami. As this new information settled down comfortably within my mind s.p.a.ce, I felt as if I was thrown into a 10 year long movie that had no lunch or bathroom breaks.

The movie began with the loud cries of a newborn child. Hearing the sharp wails of a baby but not being able to see where it was, I quickly came to realize that I would be observing everything in this child's perspective, as if I was the child itself.

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Although the view of the newborn baby was a bit blurry, I could faintly see the outlines of a few figures surrounding it, conversing in quiet tones.

"Look at the Young Miss's hair." A feminine voice whispered.

"So bright. Do you think it'll fade as the Miss grows?" Someone chimed in.

"I've never seen this sort of hair color before, how rare."

"d.u.c.h.ess Emelia's hair was a fiery red, did it not pa.s.s on?"

"There's still a possibility that it could grow darker in time."

"Ah, her eyes! The Young Miss has inherited Duke Arions eyes."

"Indeed. What a pretty shade of blue. Clear proof of her n.o.ble heritage."

Listening to this bunch ramble on, I was quickly able to deduce that the child was female with a unique appearance, along with an interesting background.

A n.o.ble heritage huh? How fantasy like.

This scene with the newborn baby surrounded continued on for a few more minutes with the child still crying, only ending when she went to sleep. This scenario then carried on for approximately a year or so, with only the lighting that came from outside as a way to tell time.

As I examined the people within the s.p.a.cious room, who I a.s.sumed was the child's personal caretakers, I began to understand a bit more about the little girl and the world outside the room, while eavesdropping on their conversations. The more I learned the more the vague feeling of familiarity inside me grew.

Where have I heard of this before?

It all came back to me one day as the child's wandering eyes landed on a mirror not far away from her wooden crib.

Hm? Isn't that..?

It was then that I realized why I could recognize some of the things that the personal caretakers would mention from time to time.

This world... Wasn't it the world of that flashy romance game? Something Heart Attack? Ah. It was Blossoming Heart Attack... What a fantastic name.

Putting a brief pause on the already year long movie, I examined the little girls appearance. Silky bright pink hair and ice cold blue eyes. This unique looking appearance surely had to belong to her.

Thinking back to what the caretakers spoke during the whole year, I thought of the child's father, Duke Arion, a busy man who never visited the child, only asking about her well being once every few months.

Due to this negligence, the caretakers would often talk about the Duke, saying how he should at least give the child a visit even if he was busy running his territory, or how he shouldn't blame the child for something she had no control of. Listening in, I came to find out that the child's mother and Duke's cherished wife, had died while giving birth, earning the Dukes unsolicited dislike for the young girl. The caretakers did not like to talk too much about the child's misfortune so they rarely took it upon themselves to mention it.

Thinking back to the times I had heard of this Duke Arion, I always felt as if I had knew of this name, surprisingly it was the name of one of the side characters of a romance game, the father of a certain pink haired antagonist.

Rosélia Heart.

She was the love rival of the main character of the game, Blaire Gustov, a commoner with a humble background. Blaire's role as the gorgeous protagonist of the story was to capture the hearts of every handsome target she came across while ruining the reputation and lively hoods of her love rivals along the way. Earning points for each capture she was able to level up in both strength and ability, slowly being able to take down each of her opponents in love, becoming more and more over powered.

Rosélia Heart would be the boss like character that would appear no matter who the protagonist chose to capture, always standing there as an obstacle in the way of completing the route. When I had played, I had simply thought of her as an annoyance that was practically unavoidable, causing me to waste more of my time leveling up my character when I couldn't pa.s.s the last part of the capture. Thinking about it, it was mainly due to her part that I was unable to complete the game sooner.

This little child who cried everyday for food and a change of the disposable cloth around her soft chubby tush, was undeniably that Rosélia Heart who pestered me for a whole month. I knew because that silky pink hair and those large blue eyes are the only traits she had that could tell her apart from the others, she would be a perfect eye-catching beauty.

While recalling how haughty and arrogant the n.o.ble brat was, I shrugged off the few questions I had swirling in my head, and un-paused the movie in my mind, thinking maybe I'd get a few of them answered if I continued it.

And so, the movie moved on, slowly showing me the events of Rosélia's life as she grew up. As the view of the ground became farther, I silently observed as she gained a troublesome personality who liked to cause trouble time and time again, her bearing became more and more arrogant as she grew in age. I figured that the reason for this change might've been due to her father who just started showing up in her life at the age of five. Although he would visit her at least once a week, even I could see the undisguised dislike directed at her, as if he was seeing something he wanted out of his sight but could not get rid of.

When Rosélia had just turned eight the Duke disappeared from her life once again, only sending back expensive looking gifts and allowance money every month.

Due to her father's negative att.i.tude directed towards her and the never ending amount of loneliness welling up inside her, it didn't seem too far fetched when Rosélia quickly grew cold hearted and arrogant as a young child. Her expressionless face, almost ice cold, as she lived out life without a purpose other then to cause trouble everywhere she went.

With the lack of attention from her father, she quickly became known as the Duke's daughter without any real power and was looked down by all the other n.o.ble children, causing a series of incidents that wore down her self-confidence. As I watched on as she faced hards.h.i.+ps all by herself, my dislike for her slowly vanished, as my dislike for her father grew.

And so her life went on, eventually leading up to when she had just turned ten years old. I watched as she entered a luxurious white and gold carriage, heading to a party celebrating her tenth birthday. As the carriage began rocking back and forth, Rosélia watched silently as the trees and greenery outside the carriage pa.s.s by.

I had heard one of her maids mention that the trip would take an hour and a half before they would reach their destination, so I just sat back and relaxed along with her even though I had no control of my body.

It was halfway through the journey that something unexpected happened. The carriage had stopped by a forest of trees near a dirt path, it was to give everyone a short break from the b.u.mpy carriage ride. While Rosélia sipped a cup of rosy pink tea made by one of her maids, a suspicious looking tanned man visited her carriage, Rosélia shortly recognized the man as the gardener who managed her personal garden.

Once she knew the ident.i.ty of the man, Rosélia gave a loud "Hmph!" before simply ignoring the dirt smelling man.

"Speak, why have you interrupted our Young Miss's tea break?" A maid who sat across Rosélia questioned, giving the tanned man a hostile glare.

"Please excuse this lowly servant of interrupting your pleasant tea break n.o.ble Miss," The tanned man started before a giving a slight bow, "but this lowly one has information on something you might be interested in to liven up your journey a bit."

Rosélia Heart, who had grown bored of sitting around, gave the gardener a side glance before nodding her head towards the maid.

The maid was quick to understand her gesture, as she prompted the old man to continue with another glare.

"Thank you for your kindness, n.o.ble Miss. As for the thing that might interest you, it's just beyond those trees over there. Would the Young Miss like to take a look?" The man finished as he pointed a meaty finger in the direction of a crowd of trees.

Rosélia examined the area that he had pointed to with a feeling of curiosity.

"What could possibly be beyond those trees, you dirty old buffoon? I see nothing but stupid trees. Now, don't waste any more of my precious time and get out." She finally opened her small pouty mouth and chastised while turning her attention elsewhere.

The man did not seem upset with her tone, as he gave a gruff smile, showing off his yellowed teeth.

"Please pardon this servant if this lowly one may seem impolite but, since the location is a bit far, the n.o.ble lady should surely be able to see if she just gets a little closer. As for what is located there, this small peasant can only say with absolute conviction that it is one of this territories most beautiful views." He said convincingly.

"Oh? Is it really." Rosélia asked, her interest for what was beyond those trees growing.

"Indeed, I can even stake my life on it, Young Miss."

"How intriguing." Rosélia spoke, her cold blue eyes s.h.i.+ning with the thought of something to see other then this boring view of borish trees.

"Take me there, this n.o.ble Miss would like to take a look. Maid, quickly prepare a guard." As Rosélia said this, she quickly gathered up her bearings and made her way to the entrance of the carriage, holding out a small slim gloved hand for the gardener to take.

With the man's help she made her way down from the carriage and onto the dirt road outside.

Dusting off her silky sky blue dress with an endless amount of lace, she waited for the maid to fetch one of her personal guards in the carriage ahead of theirs.

"Shall we head on over then? There really isn't much time for the n.o.ble Miss's break before we have to continue the ride, this lowly servent is sure that the guard will catch up sooner or later." While glaring at the direction where the maid left, Rosélia heard the low voice of the tanned man beside her, convincing her that her maid was too incompetent, taking so long just to fetch a guard.

"Hmph! Then lead the way, old man. That slow bunch will catch up later."

"Yes, my n.o.ble lady. It will be my pleasure."

As I watched the situation elevate into a strange direction, I couldn't but feel a bit cautious towards this man, wasn't he just leading her away from her protection?

Observing the surroundings scenery in the view of Rosélia, I panicked as she was led farther into the forest. It gradually became darker as the trees covered more and more of the sky, towering above them as they made their way deeper in.

"Almost there, Miss, just a few more steps."

When I could finally see a bright source of light in front of me, I let out what I thought was a sigh of relief. I didn't know why I disliked Rosélia being so close to the suspicious man.

A few steps further Rosélia was then met with the beautiful sight of a large clear blue lake, with stunning cherry blossom trees at the side making it more breath taking to see.

I heard Rosélia let out a soft gasp as her eyes observed the scene in amazement.

It was during that moment of amazement that everything changed for the worse.

I could hear a gruff sounding voice behind Rosélia, uttering a quiet apology, then out of nowhere a meaty hand made its way to Rosélia's back, shoving her foward.

"W-what are you— Mmgh..!" I heard as Rosélia shout before falling into the lake.

With bubbles floating up to the surface of the water, I watched on worriedly before a pale face popped out taking in a breath of air. She seemed to be struggling to swim.

"Odd. She shouldn't be able to swim.. Well no matter, I'll just handle her myself."

Before Rosélia had the chance to take another breath her head was suddenly dunked back into the water, her face paling even more underwater.

Without enough power to fight back against the man's strong grip, Rosélia clawed at his arms, leaving deep red scars.

"So fierce." The man mumbled, as if he didn't feel the pain. He only tightened his hold on her head.

"St-Stop! Release me—Blergh!" Rosélia shouted as she struggled for air, her nails digging deeper into the man's arms. But her struggling was in vain, as the man used his overwhelming strength to keep her down, eventually wearing her out.

"Please..." Was the last thing Rosélia whimpered before she finally stopped moving, her last breath taken.

Feeling the body under his hands go limp, the man let out a mocking laugh at how pitiful the girls strength was before heaving out a tired cough.

This was harder then he thought it would be, the man thought, as he cleaned his blood stained hands in the water.

"The job's done at least. Hope that greedy guy keeps his promise. Heh, I'm going to be filthy rich!" He spoke to himself as he walked off towards a direction of trees leaving the body of the girl floating in the lake.

As I watched this go on, all I could do was scream out curse words at the departing back of the man. Alone, I could only watch as the screen of the movie within my mind go completely black, leaving me in an infinite loop of darkness as I thought to myself.

This... This wasn't right. Wasn't she just a ten year old child? How heartless can someone be to end a child's life so brutally? Could she actually be dead?

No, she hadn't died in the game... She had at least lived up to eighteen. Then, why? This doesn't make any sense. None of this makes sense.

Questions quickly built up inside me, leaving me in absolute confusion. What was I supposed to do with this information? Left in deep contemplation, I abruptly heard a hushed voice of someone in the distance. Startled I silenced my thoughts and paid more attention.

"We found her unconscious near a lake, sir." The voice said in a quiet whisper, as the sentence it spoke echoed through the darkness of my mind.

Soon after, the darkness started to recede, as a strange source of light lit up my surroundings.

Am I finally waking up?

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