Chapter 3

I wrote down as many memories as I could recall on the paper.

Then, I tapped the quill and thought.

Come to think of it, for quite some time now, Papa...

No, Carlo, Letty’s father, has been running around other territories to secure salt.

Our territory uses a lot of salt for drying and pickling, so without salt, it’s a matter of life and death.

This territory is basically poor.

We are almost self-sufficient, and there are no notable specialty products.

Without salt, we would lose our means of earning foreign currency.

Could it be that the harassment has already begun?

Hmm. But isn’t he still Papa?

Until just a short while ago, I called him Papa and thought of him as Papa, which makes me feel quite blue.

What would Carlo say if he found out I’m a different person inside?

Would he call me a devil?

But, the one who swapped my soul is Letty.

I’m the victim! I have no reason to be hated!

...Yeah. Probably.

I feel quite blue, so I’ll put this issue aside.

Since my body has already become Letty’s, there’s no way to change it back.

I have to somehow keep it hidden.

Even if I search for a way to return, there’s no guarantee I’ll find it by the time I’m 18.

First, I need to focus on avoiding the flag of death.

Alright! Here’s where the knowledge cheat comes in!!

In web novels, in such situations, I should be able to use my Japanese knowledge to be sugeee (awesome)!

First, I need to figure out how to make salt.

Salt.

After all, this territory has a port within the castle walls.

There’s seawater! Seawater!

I can make as much salt as I want!

And in this world, there’s magic that doesn’t exist in Japan!

There must be an easy way to make salt.

Also, I’ve always wondered why there are no cars even though there are magic stones and other things that can replace gasoline.

Could it be that with some ingenuity, they can be made?

This reincarnation in another world is full of expanding dreams.

It’s romantic, isn’t it? It’s romantic.

...But, I’ve gone off-topic.

Anyway, I need to go find a way to make salt.

I headed to the temple’s library with a light heart.

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“Oh, my lady. Reading, are you? That’s very commendable.”

The High Priest, Radius, approached me as I was scouring through magic books in the library.

He is a tall, handsome man with blue hair.

He must be in his 20s, I think.

I believe he is around the same age as Papa.

“Yeah! I want to study magic!”

I spoke energetically, just as I did before my memories returned.

I don’t want anyone to find out that I’m different inside.

“That’s wonderful.

Mr. Carlo will be pleased when he returns.”

He smiled with his eyes.

...Indeed.

Before my memories returned, I remember playing around outside and thinking, “Magic? What’s that, is it delicious?”

I often got scolded by the magic tutor who taught me at home.

Two of them quit, and now I’m being taught by Mireille, the territory’s resident mage.

“What kind of magic do you want to learn, my lady?”

Radius peered at the book I was reading.

“Um, fire magic!”

I puffed out my chest with a giggle.

After all, if I’m making salt, I need fire!

I’ll boil the seawater in a kiln to extract only the salt.

“...My lady.

You can only use ice-based magic, you know?”

Radius’s words were... quite cruel.