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Reincarnated in Another World at the Age of 82!? - Chapter 3, Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2024-11-11 08:55:13 +0000 UTCReincarnated in Another World at the Age of 82!? ~I Don't Mind Having a Weak Attribute, I'll Dominate with My Skills~
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Reincarnated with the memories of my past life, I am an 82-year-old grandma who loves handsome men. Even though I was born into a world with magic, I somehow received the “Null” attribute, which is generally considered a failure.
But that won’t hold me back!
I’m sure I can live just fine with my convenient skills, right? First off, the food doesn’t taste good, so why don’t I just cook it myself?
Whether it’s my family or the handsome knights, I’ll capture everyone’s heart through their stomachs. With the knowledge and skills from my past life, I’m practically unbeatable when it comes to cooking, laundry, cleaning, and more.
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READ CHAPTER 1&2 ON NOVELONOMICON
https://novelonomicon.com/novels/reincarnated-in-another-world-at-the-age-of-82/82-chapter-1/
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Awakening (2)
The concerned voice belonged to a beautiful boy with honey-colored hair tied up to his shoulders and turquoise eyes.
On the other hand, the teasing voice came from a mischievous-looking boy with short chestnut hair and turquoise eyes.
They are my older brothers.
They're about my second grandchild's age. Speaking of which, I wonder how his middle school teacher-parent conference went? Will he be able to go to that football powerhouse school he wants to? Just like me, he's not great at math and science...
While I'm thinking about this...
"Noel, Gene, come in."
Father called out to the two boys.
[Noel Lampail]
The eldest son of the Lampail family.
Fire element
He's eight years older, academically excellent, handsome, promising for the future, and a feminist, making him quite popular among young ladies. However, he has no interest in romance at all and is a bookworm preparing to join the wizard guild in the future.
[Gene Lampail]
The second son of the Lampail family.
Wind element
He's six years older, straightforward, and a refreshingly sporty boy with a bright smile. He treats everyone the same and can adapt to the surrounding conditions flexibly. Because of this, he remains just a good friend in the eyes of young ladies.
"Jo, are you really okay? Do you feel nauseous at all?"
How kind of you, Brother Noel. In contrast, Brother Gene is looking down with his shoulders trembling slightly. Oh, he's laughing.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, Brother Noel, Brother Gene."
I unleashed my sales smile, a technique I picked up from my past life.
What do you think? Isn’t it a skill I developed after working 15 years at a discount store? It was well known even at my part-time job at the supermarket after getting married.
“””"……"”””
Huh? What’s wrong? Why is everyone frozen? Wait, even the butler and maids are frozen. Did I do something wrong?
"... It seems like she's still feeling unwell. Let's let her rest a bit longer."
Father said this with a wry smile and took everyone out of the room.
Once everyone left and the door closed, I let out a sigh and rolled over on the bed.
Roll, roll… My 5-year-old body moves quite well. Looking at my hands, they are indeed small and adorable.
Alright, let's confirm the situation first.
There are two main problems.
First, right now, I have the memories of Joan up until age 5 and the memories of my past life at age 82. It's like both lives are cohabiting within me.
I never thought I would find myself in a situation similar to the light novel recommended by my grandchild. Living long really is something! Well, at this point, I am, after all, already dead.
And then there's the issue of being a noble lady despite having “Null” attribute during yesterday's baptism ceremony.
Normally, I should feel ashamed, but it doesn't bother me at all at this point. After all, I couldn't use magic in my past life.
Well, smartphones and AI were kind of like magic in my previous life… But they were convenient once I got used to them.
Oh? I forgot that the cleaning robot Taro should be back from maintenance soon.
But since this is apparently a different world...
What would my Father and the others think of me, having the Null attribute? I bet they are disappointed. Will they sever ties with me?
Maybe I will end up being treated like a servant? But in a way, it might not be so bad since I won't be kicked out. After all, with more than 50 years of experience as a housewife, I don’t mind the household chores.
Grrr~~~
Anyway, I’m hungry. This body hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning.
If I think of my past life, it’s like I’ve been surviving on porridge and hospital ice cream for a week... I need to eat something because you can’t fight on an empty stomach.
First, I should find something to eat. Since I look like a child, are there limits on what I can eat? Well, I can't drink alcohol, right? I mean, I’m just a kid...
My mind is that of an adult. Actually, more like that of an elderly person...
Hmm!?
I look like a child? My mind is that of an adult... It's just like those boy mangas I loved since I was young.
"Heave-hoh."
I stood up on the bed, placed my left hand on my waist, raised my right hand to my chest height, and pointed.
"With the appearance of a child and the intellect of an adult, I am Joan Lampail!"
Hah! Nailed it!!
"Pfft—!"
“Ahahahaha~”
Huh? What’s going on?
With trepidation, I turned around to see Brother Noel shaking with laughter and Brother Gene doubled over, clutching his stomach.
Oh no, I’ve done it now.
I squatted down, holding my head in my hands right there.
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Declaration of a Maid
After that, my personal maid, Sarah, helped me change, even though I was practically a hollow shell.
Though this sort of help might be typical for a five-year-old noble lady, it just feels like nursing care to me at the age of eighty-two. Sarah, I’m sorry.
And then, I headed to the dining room for dinner.
My parents and brothers were already seated at the table, waiting for me.
“I’m terribly sorry to have kept you waiting.”
I greeted them with a graceful curtsy.
Even though I’d only ever seen this gesture in movies, my body moved on its own.
Reincarnation really is something.
Father, Mother, and Brother Noel gave me warm smiles. Brother Gene, on the other hand, seemed to remember the incident from earlier and began trembling again.
“It’s fine. Take your seat.”
When Father urged me, I headed to my seat, and Gray, the butler, pulled out my chair.
Once I was seated, dinner was brought in.
Excited to experience my first meal in this other world, I eagerly waited. Soup, salad, a chicken steak for the main course, and bread were served.
Oh, it’s surprisingly normal.
But it’s been a while since I’ve had chicken steak, given that an old woman’s teeth wouldn’t exactly handle it well.
“Thank you for the meal.”
With that, I began eating… Huh? Why is everyone frozen in place again?
I didn’t say anything strange, did I?
Saying a few words before eating is standard, isn’t it?
Looking around with a puzzled expression, I noticed everyone was startled and resumed eating.
What was that pause about?
Oh well, let’s eat.
To be honest, the meal… wasn’t good.
It made me realize just how fortunate I was with food in my previous world.
Even the meals my grandchildren made as surprises were probably tastier than this.
The soup was bland… I could tell it was packed with vegetables.
Potatoes, carrots, onions…
So, it’s the same in this world. That’s actually quite touching.
But still, it’s bland.
It feels like they just boiled everything and served it as is.
Just adding consommé would make a difference—does it not exist in this world?
The salad consisted solely of lettuce… just green everywhere.
With just a sprinkle of salt on top—am I a bug?
Surely, they could add a bit more, right?
Even my youngest grandchild would throw in a cherry tomato.
Color is important, you know.
The main dish was chicken steak. It tasted like breast meat.
Yeah, it’s dry.
It’s going to sap all the moisture out of my mouth.
If they’d just dusted it with a bit of flour before frying, it would’ve been more tender and juicy. Such a waste.
And the bread… It’s hard.
It’s practically a rock, like pumice.
At eighty-two, my dentures might break, wouldn’t they?
If my five-year-old baby teeth broke, that’d be terrible. People in this world must have sturdy teeth.
Ah, I noticed everyone else dipping their bread into the soup.
My grandchildren often dipped their chocolate cookies in milk like that too.
I couldn’t finish the meal.
I feel genuinely sorry for whoever cooked it.
I know I shouldn’t waste food, but I just couldn’t do it.
After the meal, we moved to the living room for tea time.
Father had whiskey, Mother had wine.
My brothers had tea, and I had hot milk.
Once we had settled, Father brought up that particular subject.
“Joan, about the baptism ceremony—”
In the middle of Father’s words, I placed my hot milk down, stepped off the sofa, and immediately went into a “full prostration”.
““““Huh?””””
“I won’t ask to be a lady’s maid. I’ll settle for being a lowly servant, so please let me stay in the Lampail family!”
““““Huh!?””””
Oh, from that reaction, does this mean they’re going to cast me out?
I couldn’t raise my head due to the tears and snot.
A gentle floating sensation and the scent of whiskey and ink told me that Father had picked me up.
Seeing my tear-streaked face, Father gave a slight chuckle and used his handkerchief to wipe me clean. I felt so bad for him.
I’ll wash it and return it later.
Father then carried me to the sofa, set me on his lap, and began gently patting my head.
It’s one of five-year-old me’s favorite things, but it feels embarrassing for eighty-two-year-old me.
“Why did you think of such a thing?”
Father asked me gently.
Mother and my brothers were also waiting patiently for me to explain.
“Well… it’s because… I’m a… Null attribute… I don’t have any of the five attributes like my brothers… I thought… my presence… would bring shame to the Lampail family…”
I slowly explained my reasoning, trying not to cry.
“Listen carefully, Joan. Even if you're a Null attribute, you’re an irreplaceable part of our family. That won’t ever change.”
Father said as he hugged me tightly.
“So… I can stay here?”
I asked timidly.
“Of course.”
Father hugged me again.
That alone made me feel at ease.
“You’re my precious, beloved daughter.”
Mother embraced me too.
My vision blurred with tears again.
Brother Noel came over and gently stroked my cheek.
“My adorable little sister is only Joan.”
Whoa, easy there, big brother. That’s a bit much for me to handle.
Oh? Now that I look closely, he resembles that handsome actor my eldest grandchild likes.
Brother Gene also came over, pinched my little nose, and said,
“You look all messed up from crying. You’re prettier when you’re smiling, you know?”
He then turned away, perhaps embarrassed by his own words.
Oh, is he playing the tsundere role now?
This makes my heart skip a beat too. Like my email friend once said, is this what they call “gap moe”?
He reminds me of my second grandchild. Quite the awkward one.
After that, I ended up falling asleep on Father’s lap, exhausted from crying.
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