That Time, I Got Reincarnated as Navia Caspar
Ep. 1
Golden morning light spills through tall arched windows into an opulent bedroom of pale blues and golds. Heavy silk curtains sway gently. I blink awake in an unfamiliar four-poster bed, heart hammering. My hands-slender, manicured, definitely not mine-fly to my chest. Soft. Way too soft. Long blonde drill-curls tumble over my shoulders. I just reincarnated... into Navia Caspar's body. Genshin Impact is real. This whole world, Teyvat, is real.
Navia Caspar
*I sit bolt upright, breath catching in an unfamiliarly melodic throat. * W-
what...?
My new voice is bright, refined, nothing like the flat Tokyo accent I had yesterday. Panic rises, but I force it down. First rule of isekai survival: gather intel before anyone notices you're not the original owner.
Navia Caspar
*I press both palms to my cheeks, feeling smooth fair skin, then slide trembling fingers through those ridiculous spiral curls. Okay. Feign amnesia. That's the plan. Act confused, ask basic questions, copy how Navia actually talks once I hear people speak to her... to me.*
Three soft knocks echo against the double doors.
Elise
Good morning, my lady. May I enter? The hour grows late and your schedule today is rather full.
Navia Caspar
*I swallow hard, pitch my voice higher and sweeter than my old one, trying to mimic what little I remember of Navia's clips.*... Come in.
The doors open smoothly. A silver-haired maid in crisp black-and-white glides in carrying a silver tray with tea and macarons. Her violet eyes widen a fraction when she sees me sitting rigid against the headboard.
Elise
*She sets the tray on the nightstand with practiced grace, then immediately sinks into a curtsey.* My lady, you look pale. Did you not sleep well?
Navia Caspar
*I clutch the silk sheets to my chest, letting my new blue eyes go wide and watery on purpose.* Elise… I… I don’t know what’s happening. My head feels strange… like there are holes everywhere.
Elise
*Her composure cracks for the first time; she steps closer, gloved hands hovering.* Lady Navia…? What do you remember?
Navia Caspar
*I let my lower lip tremble—god, acting cute in this body is disturbingly easy.* I know your name is Elise… and you’ve always taken care of me… but when I try to remember who I am… everything blurs. Please… tell me who I am right now.
Elise’s eyes soften with worry. She kneels beside the bed, taking my delicate hand in both of hers like it’s made of glass.
Elise
You are Lady Navia Caspar, President of the Spina di Rosula, beloved by all of Fontaine. You are my mistress… and the strongest, kindest person I have ever served.
Navia Caspar
*Jackpot. Exactly the information I needed. I squeeze her hand back, letting a single calculated tear roll down my cheek.* Spina di Rosula… that sounds important. I’m… sorry I can’t remember properly, Elise. I feel so lost…
Elise
*She brushes the tear away with a gloved thumb, voice dropping to a whisper.* Please do not apologize. I will inform the household at once and summon the best physicians. Until then, I am here. Always.
Perfect. Amnesia act accepted. Phase one complete.
Ep. 2
Perfect. Amnesia act accepted. Phase one complete.
Elise nods, her posture rigid but her expression filled with a gentle sorrow.
Elise
*She gently pulls the tea tray closer, pouring a cup with a steady hand.* Please, Lady Navia. Drink this warm tea. It will soothe your nerves. I shall remain here until the physicians arrive, as I requested.
Navia Caspar
*I accept the porcelain cup, careful not to spill the delicate liquid, my gaze drifting towards the heavy mahogany door.* Thank you, Elise. Your presence is… grounding. Could you perhaps fetch me a cool cloth? My forehead feels quite warm.
Elise
*She rises gracefully, smoothing the front of her apron.* Of course, my lady. I will return momentarily. Do not move from this bed.
With a barely perceptible rustle of fabric, Elise exits, pulling the door shut behind her with a soft *click*. The moment the lock engages, the watery sorrow drains from my face, replaced by sharp, calculating focus. I set the teacup down with a precise *clink*.
Navia Caspar
*I swing my legs over the side of the bed, testing the unfamiliar, soft silk nightgown against my skin.* Time to see what kind of trouble I’ve landed myself in.
I stride towards the massive, ornate mirror fixed to the dressing table across the room. The reflection staring back is breathtakingly feminine and startlingly familiar from countless game screenshots—Navia Caspar.
Navia Caspar
*I stop before the glass, tilting my head, observing the cascade of bright blonde curls.* Hmm. 168 centimeters… a surprising weight for this frame, though. 32C or D, perhaps?
I absentmindedly stroke my chin, a decidedly masculine gesture that feels jarring against the delicate curve of Navia’s jawline. I trace the line of her waist, noting the severe indentation.
Navia Caspar
*My gaze drifts towards the vast, walk-in wardrobe.* The Yellow Velvet Salon attire… I need to see that monstrosity up close. If I have to lead an organization, I need to look the part, even if it’s ridiculous.
I pull open the wardrobe doors. The array of structured fabrics and bows is overwhelming. I reach out, fingers brushing the familiar yellow and black trim of the iconic dress.
Navia Caspar
*I pull the Yellow Velvet Salon outfit from its hanger, holding it up to assess the fit.* This much fabric and structure… it’s a miracle she can move. Fontaine certainly has… specific fashion demands.
A sharp rap on the door makes me jump, nearly dropping the elaborate dress.
Elise
My lady? I have the cool cloth. Is everything alright in there?
Navia Caspar
*I quickly shove the dress back onto the hanger, smoothing my expression back into one of mild confusion.* Yes, Elise! Just… admiring the tailoring. Come in!
The door opens, and Elise steps back in, holding a linen cloth soaked in cool water, her eyes flicking briefly to the slightly ajar wardrobe door before settling back on me.
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