This narrative unfolds in ‘a Different World.’
All characters, events, and places are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Furthermore, as this story navigates themes of crime, conspiracy, and scandal, it is essential to note that our consultant's tale contains sexual and mature content.
So, please be advised to read this story with discretion.
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RunniiRunny’s
The Reincarnated Adventure of Lady Detective
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‘Death’ is the final moment for every living creature.
It’s the one undeniable truth we all share and can’t escape from. Of course, for all those reborn with reincarnated souls, it’s also the last memory they carry from their past life. And if they’re an isekai character, getting hit by a ‘Truck’ seems to be the popular way to go. But hey, that’s not my case. Don’t go calling me ‘Truck-kun,’ alright!?
Oh, what about my head rolling off my body by a tyrant’s decree or in the midst of some bloody revolution? Woah, that’s a bit too brutal, and what the heck could I have done to deserve that!?
Alright, how about fighting a criminal mastermind and plunging off a waterfall together in a final act of heroism? Come on, do you think I lived my past life as some kind of ‘Detective Protagonist’ or something!?
No, you might be a little disappointed…
I was just a normal person, living a normal life.
My life wasn’t cut short, but there wasn’t really anything worth glorifying either. I didn’t die a hero. My death was supposed to be from natural causes. I’m not exactly sure what it was—maybe something went wrong with my heart, or maybe I just didn’t wake up after that night.
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“Look, my Duke, Duchess! Your baby is a girl!”
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A girl? Alright, so in this life, I’m a girl...
And from the titles—‘Duke’ and ‘Duchess’—it was clear that I had been born into nobility. Great, just great. Let’s hope my parents aren’t the overly ambitious type. The last thing I need in this life is to become some pawn in a game of political chess, married off to secure alliances or some strategic advantage.
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“That’s a pity! I was hoping for a child who could become a knight,” a woman’s voice lamented, her tone tinged with genuine disappointment. I could almost picture her daydreaming about a future child—wielding a tiny sword, clad in shining armor, gallantly riding a pony into battle.
But then, a male voice spoke, casual yet brimming with pride. “Don’t worry, my dear Mycella! Even if she can’t be a knight, we could always train her to be a spy like me—or perhaps an assassin like you!”
Excuse me!?
What kind of parents make future plans like that for their newborn daughter? And, by the way, what exactly is the meaning of ‘a Spy like Him’ and ‘an Assassin like Her’!? Is this some kind of twisted family tradition? What sort of legacy am I stepping into?
“BWAHHHHH!!!” I tried to protest the absurdity of my new reality, but all that came out was a loud, plaintive wail. My ‘Father’ chuckled at me. He probably thought I was just a startled baby, frightened by unfamiliar voices and the overwhelming sensations of the world.
But he had no idea—I AM TERRIFIED!!!
Who wouldn’t be, finding out that their papa is a spy and their mama is an assassin!? What happened to my peaceful, normal life!?
“Shhhhh! Sh! Shhhhh!” My ‘Mother’ lifted me into her arms, her touch gentle, her voice soothing as she hushed softly to calm me.
“Don’t cry, little one. Your father is just joking!”
“Yes, before we properly train her to be anything, she needs a name first!” my ‘Father’ added, sounding far too excited for my liking.
“SILAS!” my ‘Mother’ scolded him, her voice sharp but filled with affection.
“Alright, alright, I’m just joking!” he said, holding up a small notebook filled with scribbled names—evidence of the days they had spent debating their options.
“Let’s see... We need a strong name. How about... ‘Sherlin’?”
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Sherlin!?
That’s a very specific name... It’s not exactly common, and there’s only one particular character I can think of with that name.
So, NO! Please, not her!
I can be anyone, but not HER!!
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“Sherlin Hound! That is a nice name!” my ‘Mother’ agreed, her voice filled with joy and satisfaction as she combined it with our family name.
That’s it… I’m done!
My life is done from the beginning!!!