I Will Be The New Me
CHAPTRE 1

"Urgh..!"

Groans of pain continued to be heard from a corner-most room on the second floor within the Shuvillian family mansion.

"Akhs! No!"

The same screams continued to echo from the room.

A woman in maid uniform who was this morning on duty cleaning the room was anxious after seeing cold sweat flood the slender body of the girl lying on the bed.

The two clenched hands firmly squeezed the bed sheet that was already very shabby. His face paled along with his body that continued to wriggle wildly as if trying to escape from a very torturous nightmare.

"Lady? Lady, wake up."

Carefully the woman shook the body of her master.

"T-please..." His groaning sounded so bitter and full of despair.

Many times try to wake up the young girl is still closed eyes reluctant to wake up from her nightmares.

"Lady! Lady Quinn, wake up!"

Forced to raise his voice so that the poor girl can hear and quickly realize the torment of the prolonged dream "Lady!"

"Aarrayghh!"

Quinn's screeching made the servant jump in shock. Quinn immediately sat up straight while kicking the blanket hard until he fell out of bed. His hand impatiently moved around his clean neck like a frightened man.

"...."

Her chest of irregular kembis. His breathing was wheezing as if he had just run for five kilometers nonstop. His eyes opened wide, "I'm still alive...?" he was full of question marks.

The waiter known as Vanna frowned confusedly, "Lady, are you okay? Looks like you're having another nightmare."

Vanna seemed anxious to see Quinn's gelagat more severe than usual. The sweet seventeen-year-old girl kept asking if she was still alive or if this was just a dream. Plus, Quinn kept slapping her cheeks and pinching the back of her own hands to make sure that she wasn't dreaming.

"Lady? Lady listen to me for a moment." Quinn glanced at Vanna, her insecurities making Vanna worry even more about the girl's health, she said as she stroked Quinn's hand, "You better get checked out by the doctor right away. It seems that the sleep disorder you are experiencing is getting worse."

"Vanna, is that you?" instead of listening, Quinn focused on something else. Quinn touched both of Vanna's cheeks, pinched softly both of the maid's cheeks making sure. "Vanna!" The woman known as Vanna was surprised when Quinn clutched her very tightly.

Quinn stared at his surroundings hurriedly, "I have to make sure of something!"

Quinn ran down from her padded mattress towards the large glass at her height near the wardrobe. He set himself in the mirror, "I am still intact, my head is still there.What really happened?" his brain could not work as fast as his own body still vividly recalled the pain of the blade piercing his neck. Quinn still remembers how she heard the sound of her broken collarbone being torn apart.

Vanna sighed at Quinn's somewhat other-than-usual behavior, "He didn't listen to me".

"What has he been mumbling since? Lived on? It's like he just came back from the dead." He continued the cleaning of the room which was delayed a few minutes ago.

"What happened to me?" Quinn noticed something had changed from her after waking up.

Yep. His eye. There is an unusual pattern in the faded blue bead, a golden brown pattern like falling leaves that decorate the ground in autumn.

Quinn ran to the large window that led to the balcony of the room, "This is my house. Me back? But how can I get back here?"

Confusion still rained down on him unceasingly. Dizziness in the head he did not feel the origin of all the questions immediately met with an answer.

Quinn is well aware. As Vanna said before, Quinn does have a sleep disorder. He often wakes up, sleepwalking, nightmares, or has severe insomnia until he stays awake for several days.

"This dream is too painful for me."

But this time it felt different. If it's a dream, it feels like too long. If it's really just a sleeping flower, why does it feel so real? The cold sensation of a knife that slashed through the nape of the neck to separate the head from his body was still clearly recorded in his brain. Even the severe pain when the blade as fast as lightning fell on him was still stuck in the memory.

Brak!

Quinn's bedroom door was opened violently by a black-haired young man with his big, charming eyes "What are you doing?! You made me wait a long time!" The crowd was angry at their first meeting this morning.

"Killian...?"

"We don't have time to relax like you, brother. Don't keep others waiting. We're wasting our time on someone like you." Her words were cold heartless, she did not care about her brother's chaotic appearance.

Quinn was no wonder. That was Killian's attitude towards her own brother. Killian inherits an almost perfect copy of the attitude of his father, Savero de Alger Shuvillian.

"Yes, I know."

Given how indifferent Killian was to him back then made Quinn feel sad and upset. Seeing his sister's face at this time still throw an equally cold gaze aroused a sense of disappointment in Quinn's recesses. Does he care so much about his own family members?

"Don't burden us with your selfishness."

Brak!

Again the door to Quinn's room that became a victim of impingement. The young man's footsteps were heard starting to drift away not long after he slammed the door of innocence.

Quinn then approached Vanna who was still cleaning the table, "Vanna, I want to ask you something".

"Yes, Lady. Just ask, I will answer according to my knowledge."

"How old am I now?"

"Yes..? W-You forgot about your own age?" Vanna's eyebrows shriveled in wonder.

Quinn immediately caught the meaning of Vanna's gaze. "Ah calm down, Vanna. I'm not that bad, I just forgot. Lately I've been feeling like there's a lot going on in my mind." It seems that Quinn's reason still makes Vanna anxious.

"Now you are seventeen years old, Lady."

"I went back three years ago," Quinn's inner. Her unique iris was severed trying to focus, "Is that a dream? or is it a vision of the future?" Quinn never thought she could be a psychic who could see the future.

In the confusion, Quinn kept moving to get ready to change clothes.

A few minutes later Quinn finished preparing and came to the dining room where her sister and father were already sitting in their respective chairs without touching the spoon and fork in front of her.

Quinn sat to the right of Savero. The cold-pictured man looked at his eldest daughter expressionlessly. Savero never scolded his children if they made no mistake, but Quinn became tense when his father's angry face before he was beheaded flashed through his mind. Honestly speaking, it made Quinn shiver in fear.

Quinn stiffened hearing Savero's flat voice "I'm sorry for my impoliteness, father." his head bowed deeply.

"I heard you had another sleep disorder."

Quinn glanced at Savero's calm face. He didn't know his father had time to ask about his daughter's condition, "Ah, yes right."

"I told Aston to call a doctor. After breakfast meet him immediately." the Count Shuvillian said.

Although impressed flat, but Savero still pay attention to the eldest daughter. This side of it was what made Quinn feel afraid. Fear will disappoint or hurt Savero, because once you make a mistake Savero will not tolerate it as little as that.

His father's nature changed after the death of his beloved wife, Sirena, just after Killian was officially five years old. Now Killian has turned 15 years old which means it has been 10 years since the death of the beloved Countess.

"good. Thank you, Dad."

Only the clanking of plates and forks clashing together echoed in the enormity of the Shuvillian family dining room. No one was talking, all focused on their plates. That's one of the ethics in the noble class.

After breakfast, everyone goes to their destination. A family that is not warm. All the servants also knew the three of them would interact when necessary.

Quinn was about to return to her room again to reflect on everything that happened to her but Killian blocked the way, "Where are you going?"

Quinn looked up at the pale white face of her youngest sister, "I'm going to go to the room."

"You have a class with Finn."

"I knew. I'm not senile."

Quinn passed away regardless of Killian again. The sweet-faced, firm young man frowned. She was struck by the girl's usually cheerful pettiness, "What's wrong with her?" he turned his head to look at his brother's back which began to shrink.

Killian's hands clenched. He thought Quinn was trying to find another one to draw attention from Savero and himself because Quinn had never been ignored despite her good deeds.

Quinn changed the goal. He went to the park behind his house to rethink what happened to him. Silence in the room will make him feel more burdened.

There's nobody there. Uninhabited sepis. There was only a manicured expanse of grass and dozens of different types of flowers stood there as if ready to accompany Quinn to think deeply.

It used to be the park was entirely Sirena's responsibility. He loved to plant flowers, for him smelling the scent of earth could calm his mind and heart so Savero deliberately provided a special land for his wife. Now all is left to the gardeners of their families.

"Nobody is aware of my eyes, am I the only one who can see them?" Everyone gave an ordinary response like nothing strange happened to him.

"Foolish with these eyes. How am I supposed to get back here?" It didn't matter if Quinn was freed from a tragic death. But what intrigued him was the reason behind his return to the past.

Does God want to give him one more chance to live for himself?

He continues to imagine how Raiden and Penelope are happy for his death and partying to celebrate his second victory. They seemed as if they had just received a great gift from all the gods in the sky.

In the past, Quinn was simple-minded and innocent, she was too naive to know the covert intentions of the two. Raiden used Quinn's closeness to the King to be able to quickly seize the throne even though he was the son of the crown. While Penelope uses herself so that she can look more radiant than Quinn and seize all that she has.

Quinn's hand squeezed her skirt tightly to channel the anger after remembering the faces of the two of them.

"I won't end up as pathetic as you want!" Angry angry.

From a distance Killian continued to pay attention to her brother's expression. He stands together with a man who is a history teacher to Quinn. The man is Killian's teacher.

"I've guessed something's wrong with her." Killian muttered, both of his eyebrows clenched when he saw Quinn's angry expression from a distance.

The handsome young man with the blindfold glanced at the young man next to him, he boasted, "Pfft. Your Majesty, you are also strange. There's not usually that bike with your own sister."

"Shut up." sneaky.

"Hahaha sorry, I got carried away. It's very interesting," he chuckled as he looked straight ahead— precisely towards the pavilion where Quinn was sitting relaxing, "So? what do you want me to do?"

"Observe him well. Report everything about her after your class is over. Understood?" implied a threat in Killian's orders.

The man named Finn nodded casually "Well, fine, I understand." he then shrugged lightly unwilling to take a headache. "As usual, this is too serious. Soon you can look 40 years older."

"You're so chatty. I want to tear off one of your remaining eyes." Killian raised a bit of his sword.

"Oops! Sorry, Your Grace. I'll be quiet now" he demonstrated the motion of zipping his mouth in front of his own mouth.

Quinn raised her face as her tail caught a shadow of someone walking over. He had no expression when he saw Finn approaching, the twenty-year-old who became his teacher in Ethereal history.

Before, Quinn had not studied with Finn for long. After finding out that Quinn is in a special relationship with Raiden, he, Finn decided to stop teaching on the grounds that Quinn already has all the basics of the history of the country that can be a provision for him when becoming the first lady someday.

On the same day, Finn gives a memento of a waterfall painting as a sign of their separation. After that Finn went to be a wanderer who never settled somewhere so that his existence is difficult to trace.

Her cheerful figure just like Quinn (who used to be) adds a mysterious impression on Finn. He never showed any feelings other than being reckless and playful. But what Quinn must have realized after returning from the dead was that Finn had genuine feelings for her.

The carefree and generous young man waved aloft at Quinn "Yo, Lady. How are you doing? Our class will begin soon. Can we go to the library right now?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Huh?" His eyes blinked a few times quickly. His brain was trying to process something.

Finn was at the spot when Quinn gave a different response from yesterday. He now looks similar to his father and sister. Quinn didn't say hello back or ask her the usual news, "O-oh, yeah.all right, let's go."

"Is his mood bad?" Ask Finn in my heart.

"Sorry, brother."

"Hm? Why?"

"Can we study in a public library? I want to find a book that's not in my house."

"Oh so? I don't mind."

"Thank you."

And now Quinn will only speak when there is a need . His mouth did not intend to say a word let alone singleness smile, if not pressed by a situation. Finn thinks the girl has started to get depressed and can no longer hide her stress by being a jolly figure.