It was the morning of the third day after living in Perdalos Mansion.

My eyes slowly opened in the midst of strange tiredness that I couldn’t figure out the cause.

I don’t know if it’s the first day I came back from Arwen Nursery School with the children, but I definitely took a break yesterday at the Perdalos Mansion.

I had some doubts about the tiredness that hadn’t eased even though I had slept one more night.

“Are you tired of living too busy these days… .”

The week spent at the Arwen Nursery School was also a day far from rest, so maybe the accumulated fatigue didn’t go away overnight.

Taking it lightly, I forced myself to get up on the bed.

“Are you awake, little master?”

“… It’s a surprise.”

I didn’t expect that there would be other people in the room, so an embarrassing response came out of my mouth in an instant.

“You were in, Renee.”

“Sorry to startle you. I thought it would be more rude to wake up the little master from his sleep… .”

“no it’s okay. I’m not really pointing out that part.”

If it was Linen, who had to do his part as a servant, he would have entered the room for some reason.

Thinking so, I got out of bed and woke up a little earlier than yesterday.

“I’m sorry you didn’t even have time to organize your luggage last night because of travel, but I organized as much as I could.”

“… … yes?”

“From what I just said, you seem to be still tired, but there is still plenty of time until lunchtime, so if you feel tired, you can close your eyes a little longer.”

“… What are you talking about?”

“Yeah?”

When I questioned the strange words that Line was muttering out of the blue and asked back, Line showed a rather puzzled response.

“… Is it a problem that I packed my luggage?”

“It’s not that it’s a problem, but I finished it last night when it comes to sorting things out.”

“… I apologize, but the little master went to sleep right in the bedroom after arriving at Perdalos Mansion last night.”

You never unpack the luggage you brought from the academy.

I was taken aback by Line’s explanation and asked in an interrogative manner.

“Don’t joke about it, Renee.”

“What do you mean by that… .”

“It was the day before yesterday that I came back from the academy. When it comes to organizing my stuff, you, Lin, finished everything yesterday morning. And in the evening, I finished all the preparations for leaving for the academy, but do you want to keep saying weird things?”

“… … .”

Hearing my words, Rinne was taken aback by my reaction and put on a troubled expression as she didn’t know what to say.

“Now, little master… . I may be really sorry to say this, but… .”

“yes?”

“I wonder if the little master slept too deeply last night and had a rather long dream… .”

“… … Are you dreaming?”

“I know it is disrespectful for a mediocre maid to call her master’s words a lie, but the little master in my memory definitely arrived at Perdalos Mansion last night.”

I took an elf named Xian with green hair, a trainee maid who will become my junior, and the children of a future butler.

Line’s argument continued as if it were obvious, so at this point, I started to wonder if my memory was wrong.

Even though Line was a blundering apprentice maid, he knew that she wasn’t a child worthy of such a brazen lie.

“… hang on.”

If Linen was really playing a shameless prank on me, it would be a bit difficult to let go.

Rather hoping my memory was wrong, I moved toward my luggage.

If Linen was playing a joke, the bag would contain a bag of roasted peanuts from yesterday.

Conversely, if my memory is incorrect, on the contrary, there will be empty pockets.

As soon as I opened the luggage bag with doubtful thoughts still in my head, I could see that there was a cloth sack inside.

“… … .”

The sack, which had once contained nuts, was empty, as expected.

… I did it just in case, but I really didn’t think there was something wrong with my memory.

As Rinne said, it seems like I fell asleep last night.

“I’m sorry, Renee. I must have had a rather strange dream last night.”

“Oh no, little master. It might have been because he wasn’t used to sleeping since he returned to the mansion after a long absence.”

“yes. thanks for understanding.”

Still, thanks to that, I was completely awake, so it wasn’t so bad.

“Xian is in the guest room right now?”

“Yeah. Yesterday, Thie-senpai took Miss Xian and showed her to the penultimate room on the 3rd floor.”

“Tea would have done well on her own.”

Linen had become quite competent while I couldn’t see him, but Thieh, who had been involved in the business for a long time, would be much more competent in welcoming guests.

“I’ll be going down to the dining room in about 30 minutes, so tell Xian in the guest room.”

“all right.”

“I’m saying this just in case, but you don’t tell Xian directly, you tell Tie to deliver it.”

“I know that too.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

Well, there’s no way a maid as competent as Riné wouldn’t know that much.

Fortunately, Line seemed to have learned how to manage her facial expressions while I couldn’t see her, and she made a face that wasn’t awkward at all even for me, who was concerned about making mistakes that would have been made by a trainee maid.

She opened the door for the last time and bowed at me once before exiting the room.

Along with the proper exit etiquette of a servant who is now completely used to it.

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For some reason, the strange sense of incongruity I felt during waking up continued until breakfast.

To be precise, it wasn’t awkwardness caused by something strange in the situation itself, but more like a sense of déjà vu caused by experiencing it again after experiencing it once.

What I know is only the memory of what happened in my past life, and I shouldn’t know about the future that didn’t happen.

For some reason, the conversation between my father and Xian was quite similar to the conversation I had seen in my dream.

“… Didn’t you say Miss Sian Rudflicka?”

“yes.”

“Are you from the forest of the world tree?”

“That’s right. But why do you ask?”

“I’m asking just in case, but do you have any human ancestors among your ancestors… .”

“Are you treating me like a mongrel? Do you know if that’s rude?”

“… That was certainly rude. I’m really sorry, Ms. Xian.”

“it’s okay. Since he’s Conrad’s father, I’ll look after him.”

… What is this feeling of deja vu?

No matter how much I think about it, I think I saw a conversation almost identical to this one in my dream.

Could it be that I had a precognitive dream without knowing it?

Without doing so, I had no choice but to tilt my head naturally in this situation that made no sense.

… In my dream, I must have said these words to Xi’an after this.

“Xian, I apologize to your father.”

“… … What?”

First of all, to check if the dream I had last night was really a precognitive dream, I spit out the lines I remembered in the dream to Xian again.

Hearing my words, Xian sent me an agitated gaze.

“Sian, no matter how much you say you’re a guest at our mansion, there are still Perdalos rules in the Perdalos family. Just now, Xian, your way of speaking was against that rule.”

“Conrad, I just endured and forgave your father an insult, how could he… .”

“I know that. But it’s true that your attitude was shameless even before that.”

“… … .”

“Your father immediately apologized for misunderstanding your origins, but will you just accept it and not admit your wrongdoing? If you can’t decide, just go back to the forest or the academy first.”

“… No, I will apologize.”

After answering that, Xian nodded at me and then slowly turned his gaze towards his father.

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Just like the scene I saw in my dream.

“Sorry. I was being too shameless.”

“Oh, no. I also suddenly brought up a sensitive question to Miss Xian, so I guess I have nothing to say.”

“Apology, will you accept it?”

“Of course. And although it will be a short time, you won’t feel particularly uncomfortable while staying at Perdalos Mansion. I told the servants to pay the utmost attention when it comes to treating guests.”

“Thank you, Conrad’s father.”

Still, the scene in front of my eyes, which matched more than 90% of the scene I had seen in my dream, gave me a feeling of being roughly dazed.

… It seems that the dream I had last night was indeed a precognitive dream.

“… de?”

“… … .”

“Conrad? Conrad?”

“Oh sorry. Why did you call me?”

“You said you apologized. Aren’t you going to tell me to go back now?”

While I was lost in thought for a while, it seemed that Xian had given me a report on the results of apologizing to my father.

“Yeah, good job.”

“So, can I stay here?”

“In the first place, since my father is the owner of the Perdalos Territory, my father gave permission, but I have no reason to say anything.”

“… yea, I got it.”

While I was having this conversation with Xian, I suddenly felt a gaze coming towards me.

Even without facing each other, I already knew what the owner of that gaze would say.

“… Conrad, follow me to the office for a while after dinner.”

How far will this precognitive dream stay the same?

… Or maybe this reality I’m experiencing is really a dream.

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I also had a conversation with my mother who called me after the meal, like a ‘predictive dream’.

Even my mother who guessed that the women who surround me now actually have different feelings than I thought, and my answer to tell her not to worry because everything will be sorted out in the next five years.

After sharing a conversation that didn’t change at all, with only a small change in tone, I walked out of the office.

“I’ve never been disappointed in you, Conrad.”

For some reason, this time, even after hearing her mother’s last words, her heart did not flutter.

I don’t know if it’s because it feels like I’m hearing it for the second time, so I’ve gotten used to it, or if it’s because I feel like my mother’s words aren’t sincere this time.

The night before going to bed after spending a day that was almost the same as the previous day until the afternoon that followed.

As I was packing my things in my room, I heard the familiar voice of a trainee maid outside the door.

“Little Master, this is Line.”

“… come in.”

“I brought the items that the little master entrusted to the sous chef.”

“Yeah, give it to me.”

Hearing my words, Line entered the room and handed me a bag of peanuts on a plate, which I put right into my luggage without even checking the contents.

“Aren’t you checking to see if I’ve been doing well?”

“You’ve been working at the mansion for several years, and you’ve probably managed to figure it out.”

“… … .”

As if I hadn’t expected these words to come out of my mouth, Line’s expression slightly rose in surprise.

“I’m going back to the academy tomorrow afternoon, arrange a wagon to the ecliptic in the morning.”

“I have already completed an appointment this afternoon. If you leave after lunch at Perdalos Mansion, you will probably be able to arrive at Alexandros Academy in the Ecliptic around tomorrow evening.”

“Yeah, good job.”

As a result of living the day from beginning to end, it seems that the dream I had last night was a precognitive dream.

Except for some reactions that were changed because I deliberately acted differently from yesterday, most of the things that happened in reality flowed in a form that almost matched last night’s dream.

Wake up, breakfast, interview with mother.

Other than that, meeting Tie, who guided Xian to the Perdalos mansion, and having a conversation with his father about spearmanship and magic led to a non-sword.

And at the end, even packing the bag of peanuts given to him by Linen.

This entire series of circumstances coincided almost perfectly with the precognitive dream.

… If it was a precognitive dream, it would be fortunate.

I was ready to leave for the academy tomorrow morning, hoping it wasn’t as much as the other possibilities that popped into my mind at the moment.

“You worked hard today.”

“Have a good night, little master.”

“yes. … you too.”

After confirming that Line turned off the magic light in my bedroom and left, I also went to bed and closed my eyes.

I hope tomorrow morning will lead to a different day than today.

The morning of the next day when it was so bright.

“… damn it.”

The day before yesterday, and after confirming that the exact same morning had arrived, I was convinced that I was ‘trapped’ in this damn dream.