Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World?-Chapter 26 - Repetition

I still felt something was off the moment I stepped into Professor Helena's room.

It should have been my first time.

But my body wouldn't believe it. Somehow, it felt familiar.

I wondered what awaited me beyond that room.

The thought returned, a quiet unease I couldn't shake.

Before I could react, the door shut on its own — and melted into the wall.

My pulse quickened. I turned to be sure.

But it was gone.

Only a bare wall remained.

I forced myself not to dwell on the strangeness, moving forward with practiced confidence.

Professor Helena strode ahead, graceful.

She walked with a ridiculous grace, like she was on some kind of runway. The way she moved—deliberate, poised—was almost theatrical. I half-expected her to stop and strike a pose at any moment. It wasn't natural, just some practiced display of confidence. Honestly, it felt like she was performing for an audience that wasn't even there.

The moment I stepped inside, I froze.

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The room brimmed with cat ornaments and crystal trinkets.

Each arranged with unsettling precision.

Shelves lined with figurines, faces turned forward, no gaps between them. Jewelry arranged by shape and color, the kind of order that felt obsessive.

Not a thing out of place.

A faint scent of lavender lingered — stale, constant, like the room hadn't breathed in years. It was neat, sterile, and just a little too deliberate.

"Oh, is there anything to say, Kairi?"

"Uh, not really. I'm probably just a little surprised."

I brushed it off again, refusing to acknowledge Professor Helena's room decoration.

"Alright then." She smirked at me. And then, soon after, something magical happened.

Just as Azalea had mentioned earlier, she transformed into a beautiful young woman. The wrinkles on her cheeks vanished, and if I looked closely, her facial features were quite similar to Azalea's.

"Please don't tell anyone about this, okay?" she said softly, half-threatening.

Maybe she didn't want to be assumed the same age as other students, especially Azalea, her younger sibling.

I simply nodded slightly while standing in front of the chair provided.

No sitting before being told to.

I reminded myself to uphold proper etiquette and manners as a Veylith here.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? No need to be shy. Sit down."

Without realizing it, my feet moved forward, and I dropped myself into the chair across from her. I tried to maintain a neutral expression, though my thoughts were in turmoil.

She only gave me an elegant smile, amused by my politeness.

"The Veylith clan is truly the most well-mannered of them all, right?"

she remarked, referring to my surname, still smirking.

It was true.

My family's clan of Nakanarian elf was famous for its etiquette, dignity, and nobility.

Because of that, while we weren't exactly feared, people with the Veylith surname were well-liked across many circles.

"You might be exaggerating. It's simply a tradition within my family,"

I responded politely once again.

"Oh? I see. Well then, let's get to the real topic. Are you ready?"

Her voice was calm, but there was something behind it, akin to a scientist observing an experiment. I then nodded while gulping.

Honestly, I was barely ready, but what choices left, really?

After all, the truth comes uninvited and leaves unescorted.

"Good. Now, here's the thing."

"Kairi Elysia Veylith," she said, using my full name without hesitation.

"Do you understand why I brought you here?"

I nodded, the pieces falling into place.

It was the unsolved case from a week ago — no surprise there.

"Do you remember anything before you fainted?"

Her eyes were cold, assessing. They didn't hold any warmth, just the curiosity of someone looking at an experiment. It's hard for anyone not to feel the weight of it.

To be honest, I only remembered it... just enough.

But something about it lingers, doesn't it?

A monster gnawing at me.

"I don't remember it fully, but I may be able to help."

I said.

And yes, this was a normal response if you only remembered some vague details.

It seemed like even now, I was still confused, lost in thought about something.

For instance — has this happened before?

And if it has... did it truly happen the way I remember it?

But strangely enough, what I felt right now wasn't anything emotional.

It's more like... confusion, mixed with an insatiable curiosity eating away at me.

"Alright then. Let me show you what happened."

She raised her hand, revealing a magical device—a crystal resembling a glass with light shaped itself into a figure. No mana, no presence, just an empty image.

Like an illusion, but empty.

I'd never seen a magical tool like this before — not even in the Kingdom of Ains Ein Doa.

"This device is called Mytheia. It can record traces of living beings based on their magical identity codes, including what happened to you the other day."

Oh, so it's based on magical identity codes, huh.

Well, that's pretty common among magicians. Those codes were something you're born with, and they shaped the path a magician would walk throughout their life.

Through it, I saw myself standing alone, mumbling incoherently as if working on a spell.

Then, suddenly, the 'me' glanced toward the device, and everything turned blurry.

"Well, are you not entertained? As you can see, this device recorded the events inside the Restricted Chamber. This place shouldn't be accessed by all of students and many others, except for the professors."

She explained with a faint smile.

"That concludes the device's function. Now — based on what you've witnessed, do you comprehend what transpired that day?"

I gave a slight nod, though a cold unease clung beneath my skin.

Helena's smile remained, her fingers folding neatly atop the table's surface.

But suddenly, as I noticed, its pulse became noticeably unstable.

Weak and subtly at first, but slowly but sure the rhythm shifted akin to a heartbeat.

Thummm... thummm... thummm...

"Professor Helena, your Mytheia's pulse is unstable."

I warned her out of impulse, not really understanding the situation but clearly, something felt disturbing me. Such a feeling insisted as it annoyed my gut.

However, her smile remained, and somehow deepened.

"I know. It's normal."

And in that moment, the pulse surged — a sharp, bone-deep hum made walls tremble.

KRREEEENNNCH—SHIIING—VMMMMPH—ZKRACK!

"Professor, get down—!" I reacted on instinct,

VORZKRRENPH!!!

It was too late.

The air ruptured with a soundless vmmmph, and the light shattered.

In the next instant, Helena collapsed onto her desk, blood pooling beneath her.

A blade jutted from the base of her neck, her head listing at an unnatural angle.

Her arms lay limp, stretched forward as though reaching for something unseen.

Her lifeless eyes stared ahead, glassy and wide — and in her final moment, a thin line of blood escaped her lips, as though she'd tried to choke down her last breath before death claimed her.

I stood motionless, my expression unreadable, though a sickening weight settled in my chest. Nausea clawed at my throat, and in that moment, I cursed my own helplessness.

However, strangely enough, it felt... inevitable.

As if someone had already written this moment.

Was this a repetition?

But then, all of a sudden—A wave of dizziness struck.

Subtle, akin to the room tilted a degree too far to the left.

I blinked, then slowly but sure opening my eyes again.

A familiar scene as Professor Helena sat there, all smiles and elegance.

Her fingers folded like she was about to deliver a verdict.

Wait for seconds... hadn't we already done this?

However, instead of reacting. No. I'd just sat down. Obviously.

But then... hadn't I done this before?

Or was my brain playing one of its clever little jokes again?