“I’m sorry to say, we’re still working on a definitive diagnosis”

Inside a brightly lit hospital, a small child, with lifeless eyes was seen gazing out of the window, his arm hooked up to an IV bag.

A man in white lab coat, a stethoscope around his neck, habitually taps his pen against a thick clipboard, the expression on his face, sympathetic.

“Thank you, doctor”

A feminine voice filled with concern was heard from a lovely woman in her mid-30s. Her hands softly squeezing the child’s, cautious to not touch the gauzes covering his tiny arm.

“Is he going to be okay?” Her glistening eyes fills with melancholy, take in sight of the lonely child.

“We have treated the arms’ lacerations, as for the contusion…he has a minor subdural hematoma, basically a small brain bleed that we will continue monitoring, if it will resolve spontaneously, we won’t be needing surgery” The doctor, going back and forth between the pages on his clipboard, uttered.

“Ahh, we had our residents did a mental assessment on him” The man, stopped flipping the pages, perhaps having found what he was looking for. The child seemingly unmoved, unbothered, as stared out into the outside world.

“They presumed him to be suffering from the physical and psychological traumas; he had oftentimes exhibited symptoms of…

Ring Ring!

…as a coping mechanism especially when there’s a critical increase in stress, oh there’s also signs of…

Ring Ring!

Ahh! Excuse me” The doctor’s pocket buzzed continuously; the ringtone kept on interrupting parts of his speech. With a slightly annoyed face, he picked the heavy mobile device up, curtly spoke a few words into it before hanging up.

“We believe it best for his recovery, if you were to move him out of his old school, of course, given the…incident” He continued

The woman nodded, softly caressing the child’s head. The boy, oblivious or perhaps, uncaring to what was being discussed.

“It’s not clear if he will exhibit symptoms of other disorders in the future, regular checkups will be necessary…” He concluded.

The young boy turned his gaze away from the window, his eyes now filled with joy, a stark contrast to the moment before.

“Mama? I want to be…a frog!”

...

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Chirp~ Chirp~

Birds? I’ve never noticed them before; the soft pleasant tunes are really pleasing to the ears.

Ahh, seems like I’ve woken up.

I waited for my eyes to adjust to the soft morning light, calmly taking in the scene before me.

The familiar ceiling, the hard sensation of the mattress, the mountainous view without mountains…

Guess it wasn’t a dream after all, huh?

My body is sore all over, it’s safe to say that there wasn’t a single part of me that doesn’t hurt. What a weird sensation, despite the pain, I’m strangely…content.

I noticed another presence in the room…

…Catheline? Why is she slumped over the side of my bed-

Rustle, rustle…

“Ugh?? Huh?!”

Wait no, I’m missing something. A very important something.

I double checked.

The sleeve is empty. Am I hallucinating? No-

Shit, my left arm...It's...It's gone!

I stared at it in shock, my mouth wide open as I failed to process what I'm seeing.

Lyrina’s arm, which used to be a beautiful, thin and delicate limb, is now just a bandaged stump.

This can't be real.

…

I tried moving the arm, or what was left of it.

This uncomfortable feeling, I feel like the fingers are moving? but they’re not there. This is bizarre, is this what it's like to chew 5 gums?

The sensation of having an arm remains, but the physical aspect of it was not.

The abrupt severing of what was once connected, confuses the brain into thinking that it was still there.

Wait, what about my right- Oh, it's unharmed, albeit bruised.

What the hell happened?

I’m finding it hard to remember-Ughh.

“Hmm…Lyrina?” Catheline stirred from my erratic movements, rubbing her eyes as she awakens.

“You’re up?”

“Senior Catheline…” I croaked; my voice hoarsed, dehydrated.

“L-lyrina, how are you feeling? Are you okay? Are you hungry-“

“Senior...” My throat feels raw.

I rubbed my temple, the throbbing pain was further aggravated as the petite maid bombards me with question after question.

“S-sorry, how are you feeling?” Catheline held my hands, or more precisely my remaining right hand.

My headache midly subsides.

“I’m okay, senior Catheline, but my body hurts…”

That wasn’t a lie, the body part at least. I’m far from being ‘okay’.

I tried waving my left arm. As expected, only the stump moved. What a mess, huh?

Catheline squeezed my hand with hers, perhaps sensing my distress. Her action brought me a slight sense of comfort.

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“Um, L-lyrina? I know you’re wondering about what…happened”

I nodded.

“Well, your arm…”

Catheline summarized about event that had occurred, shortly after I had foolishly jumped out to save Eidrich.

Due to my stupendous actions, I had lost my limb in the process and was again saved by no one other than that guy.

I listened quietly, feeling light headed and nauseous.

“…and so, you’ve been asleep for 3 days”

“…”

“I’m sorry, the healer did all that she could”

Catheline finished, hugging me tightly, her sobbing face pressed into my chest.

The events that had unfolded, felt like it had happened to someone else-

"Hehe..."

"L-lyrina?"

My body on its own accord, start shedding tears, in contrast to the strange ecstatic grin...

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Life goes on inside the Dawnspear’s estate. Of course, the world wouldn't stop spinning just because a mere slave-maid got injured.

The monster attack, just as sudden as it had appeared, was resolved. Repairs were being made to the damaged structures. Ahh, I found myself aimlessly wandering around the estate, my legs were given their much-needed exercise. My presence seems to drew in some curious eyes. Unable to handle the attentions just yet, I withdrew to my modest room.

Anyway, perhaps, having learned their lessons, the defense of the south of the estate, which had initially consisted of a simple wooden fence were now being strengthened, more guards deployed to the area. Carts carrying monsters’ remains were seen leaving the estate, the contracted workers busily occupied with shoveling the chunks of flesh as the carts come and go.

Rafford, who had gone off to eliminate the source of the wave, had immediately set off for the Royal Capital. Of course, not after issuing his orders. Pasha had gossiped to me, when she made her daily visits, about how the duke, when he had left the manor, his usually stoic face was wracked with concerns.

The staffs were scheduled to soon return to their assigned duties, Pasha had continued. Informing me about how she and Catheline won’t be able to visit me as often once work resumed.

No one had died, thankfully. The guards, despite being involved in direct confrontations, had surprisingly only suffered minor injuries. Well, except for a certain lowly maid…

I had first thought that after what happened, given my new…physical condition, would have somehow changed the lecherous Eidrich’s mind.

However, that bastard was strangely stubborn. The head maid had visited me a few times, not with news of my dismissal, but with reconfirmation of my new position.

My new duty will begin, once I’ve recovered. A brief reprieve, from the decision made without regards for my opinions.

I had just begun to settle into my new life after having abruptly died and transmigrated. Now it was like learning to live all over again. Unlike the modern world where one easily has access to the internet, I’m completely in the dark here about how to adjust to my new…disability.

Daily repetitive tasks that had once been easy, now had to be done with care and caution.

As a former man, I hadn’t really cared much about not having access to baths or showers. I was content with just washing myself with a cloth and buckets of water. It was also a blessing that Lyrina’s body does not emit any strange odor.

Do all girls naturally smell of flowers?

Still, proper body hygiene is necessary, the dirt and grimes have to be manually washed or wiped off.

Now here’s where the problem lies. My cleaning routines, which I had just efficiently reduced to around 10 minutes, now needs at least triple the time.

With only one arm, I can’t quite fully wash my back. The hair was the hardest part, my habit of slowly pouring a bucket of water over my head, then requiring the other hand, simultaneously massages the scalp. The ridiculously long hair already took a while to finish, now it was even worse.

Catheline had offered to help after witnessing my struggles. I of course, being a former man and someone who had lived most of his adult life being independent, had declined. Being seen naked in this body, in my current state, I can't help but feel embarrassed and guilty. Sorry, Lyrina's soul, may you find peace wherever you have been sent to...

Looking on the positive side, at least I'm alive.

The head maid had allowed me to rest and recover, not needing to resume work immediately, but after 3 long days of eating then going back to sleep, with no entertainment, heck, not even books…it was frustrating.

I miss my games, my friends, the body I had achieved after years of consistent trainings…is it even possible for me to return? I think I had really died at that time, to a damn scooter.

I wonder how my parents are doing now, having to deal with the death of their eldest son…I hope they won’t be too sad, considering they still my little siblings who would keep them company…

“Ugh”

I groaned, rolling around on my bed. Bored out of my mind.

My severed arm, occasionally throbs with pain. The nerve endings sensitive to sudden changes in weather, even light pressure induce uncomfortable sensations.

I was given some weird herbs by Pasha, which seems to relieved the pain to an extent, the side effect was that I would feel a little bit funny after ingesting it, but it wasn’t too bad. Hm? Isn't this similar to marijuana?

With nothing else to do except smoking pot ingesting these strange herbs that allows me to fight dragons and create my own harem, my mind keeps on wandering to my old life, thus, making me extremely homesick. This is bad, I think if this keeps up, I’ll end up being depressed. I need to get a grip.

……

And so-

“Umm, senior Catheline?” I beg you…for work!

“Oh, Lyrina? Feeling better?” She looked up from her task, her face blossoming into a smile.

“Yes, senior, what are you working on? May I help?” I asked, looking like a puppy asking for treats.

Her smile falters.

“L-lyrina, I’m…sewing”

…

Well, that was unfortunate, there must be something that I could help with-

“Senior Pasha?” I called out, looking up at the maid who's at least a head taller than me.

“Lyrina? Ahh, the merchant’s carriage is coming to day so…” She rolled up her sleeves, preparing for heavy works.

Ugh.

…

“S-senior Safina-“

I approached the senior maid whom I had interacted with a few times.

Safina is a kindhearted person, she had given me boiled potatoes before.

“Ehh? Lyrina, you’re up and about already?” Her alluring voice, befitting of her mature looks.

“Y-yes, senior…” I stammered, nearly biting off my own tongue.

If this body is capable of blushing, I would probably resemble a tomato.

Ever since I had reached puberty and discovered the adult world, mature women had always captivated me. Good thing I had set my browser to automatically delete its history once every week, otherwise I don’t think I might have accepted my abrupt demise, ahem.

Anyway, seeing that I’m still able to feel a sense of attraction towards women is comforting.

I was scared I had lost myself after only seeing Catheline not as woman but more like a cute feisty hamster, and felt nothing towards Pasha and the other maids, at least some part of my male self still remains.

Although it’s regretful that my little elephant didn’t make it through the transmigration portal…

“Ahh, what am I tasked with today?” Safina placed a finger on her chin as she ponders. Even such a simple action seems seductive…

“I’m on meal preps today, you know, preparing the ingredients that’s coming in…”

"P-Please let me try..." I fidget shyly.

Cutting vegetables? Sounds simple, I think I’ll manage somehow.

“Ehh~, If you insist…”

...

Plop!

“…!!”

The root vegetable had jumped off from my cutting board, plunging to its death.

“My, my, are you hurt?” Safina asked, her face filled with concern.

I shook my head, embarrassed, glaring at the suicidal carrot.

Whenever the edge of the knife that wasn't really sharp touches the cursed vegetable, without another limb to hold it firmly in place, it would almost always flew off in the opposite direction. Is it mocking me?

I'm sure a certain bitchy deity is enjoying this miserable scene.

...

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I once again, lay on my thin shabby bed, reviewing events of the day which could be said to be nothing but a jumbled mess.

As a debt maid, my value had been my willingness to do dirty and odd jobs that the contracted maids usually shied away from.

Now my usefulness had been reduced to almost nonexistent, I’m neither fit nor skilled at performing tasks required of normal maids.

Considering that I’m no longer efficient to keep around, the next natural course of action would be to sell me into slavery.

I think I would fetch a high price due to my beautiful face, that would at least, be enough to settle the debt Lyrina’s father owed.

However, contrary to what I had thought, I’m still kept around, even appointed as a personal attendant to the youngest son of the duke.

This furthers my suspicions that Eidrich could most likely be after my body.

Perhaps with no way to release his pent-up frustrations, he had decided to take advantage of my slave-like status and most likely would use me to vent his stress on.

I mean, who would bat an eye if a son of the most powerful military duke in the Kingdom defiled some unknown maid? No no, let’s not make any crazy assumption just yet, this guy had after all saved my ass life, even if not my limb...

...

There’s something else that I can't help but noticed. After I had abruptly decided to ran away from the mansion a few days prior, the monster attack happened, literally out of nowhere, well it had came from the forest, but you get the idea.

Everyone kept saying that it was very abnormal, if the residents of this abnormal world said it's abnormal, then of course it is abnormal. Wouldn't that make it twice as abnormal by my standard of abnormality? What the heck am I saying...

I’m beginning to suspect that the bitch of a goddess, who had abandoned me in this world, had intervened and sadistically punished me for trying to resist whatever storyline she’s plunged this world into.

The plot, if there is one, could most likely involves the Dawnspear to a certain extent. As ‘she’ had gone through such drastic means to keep me from leaving the estate at any cost.

It also indirectly hints that I’m not the protagonist of this world, due to the fact that ‘she’ had no hesitation against harming me if I displease 'her'…

Now I have two options, the first being to quietly follow ‘the plot’ and potentially ends up being used for Eidrich’s character development. The second would most likely result in my life being smite out of existent by the Goddess, or worse, captured and sold into slavery, if I decide to try and escape.

If it’s a 1 on 1 against Eidrich…There’s no way I would win, he would easily overpower me. If push comes to shove, heavy emphasis on the ‘if’, I could always go with the dangerous option no.2.

I steeled myself to fight for my second life’s survival. Choosing option 1 is risky for my chastity, but at least I’ll have some semblance of control over my own fate…