Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO
Chapter 119: Everyday Life In A Faraway Fairytale

Once dressed in a pale-blue gown, the young lady began her day's activities.

She wandered through the grand halls of the mansion, her soft footsteps muffled by the luxurious rugs as she traveled from place to place of a quite massive noble mansion.

In the library, she browsed through the shelves, selecting a book to occupy her morning hours.

One time, it was her breakfast in the dining room. Sitting on the edge of a long table with many empty seats, she was fed with the fanciest and priciest full course delicacy by her mute servants.

"At least the food here still tastes as exquisite as ever," she uttered, enjoying the meal wholeheartedly with the most perfect table manners I ever saw in my life—probably because I was in a different era.

Most of the time, the young lady donned a dejected and indifferent look on her face. This was the first time I saw her smiling and enjoying something.

After a quiet breakfast, she sat in the music room, idly strumming the harp, though her fingers moved more out of habit than joy.

The rest of the day passed in a similar quiet, solitary rhythm. The young noble lady walked through the gardens, her small hands clasped behind her back as the servant followed a few paces behind.

The weather was pleasant, but her attention remained elsewhere, her gaze distant as she moved among the flowers and perfectly manicured hedges.

I saw some guards with their swords and armor, but they appeared to be exhibiting the same behavior as all of the servants in the estate.

Something creepy was underlying this place, and I couldn't really grasp it yet.

"Still silent as ever."

It seemed like the young lady showcased a sentiment that I expected.

Lunch was served in the sunlit dining room, a different one than the one where she ate her breakfast.

She ate in silence, her eyes drifting to the grand windows that framed the estate. But still, grateful for the platter.

The afternoon brought her back to the drawing room, where she sat by the fire with her embroidery, her needle moving methodically through the delicate cloth.

As the day waned, the servant led her back to her chambers to prepare for the evening. She undressed, slipped into her nightgown, and finally settled back into her grand bed, the servant quietly pulling the curtains closed as the house grew dim once again.

Something felt wrong.

It had been a whole day, but the vision hadn't stopped.

Was there something that I needed to do to exit from this place?

I couldn't access Sir Aethernet, just like before. Urgh, why was it that humans only felt true worth in something when they lost them?

Regardless, it seemed like this young copy of Narcissus looked as if she was the most lonely person in the world, despite having all of the prestige and riches to ensure her easy way of life.

But, if I were to connect all of the dots given to me. This kid should be Daffodil, the one that should spawn between Elisi and Yaria.

Speaking of those two, where are they? I was expecting to see their vague and color-coded existence again, but it seemed like I was shoved into the daily life of their offspring instead.

I was also expecting a jump into numerous different versions of this girl with different backgrounds and scenarios. It seemed like that was no longer the case.

"Mama…" the girl sniffled in her sleep.

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My instinct was telling me to comfort her, but there was not a single way for me to even interact with her.

I was a total observer in this world, and I started to notice that maybe not being able to do anything, kinda sucks. Yeah, right, what a genius~

Before I knew it, I tried my best to accompany the young girl throughout the entire night, knowing well that she probably won't even notice my existence.

And just like that, I was greeted with another set of days in this world.

It felt weird not having 24 hours of daytime and nighttime respectively.

The new day started and progressed almost the same for the young lady. So this time, I dedicated my time to focus on observing the weird servants of the mansion.

Their lifeless complexion and robot-like demeanor creeped me out a little bit, and I had no way of confirming what kind of thing that the young lady was dealing with when it came to her own servants and vassals.

All that aside, I found their unity and lifeless efficiency to be entertaining to watch when I was in their kitchen.

The scent of fresh bread, herbs, and roasted meat mingled in the air, heavy and inviting—something that I found torturing since I could barely interact with any kind of object, including food.

For a mansion filled with voiceless servants, the kitchen was alive with activity as the cooks and servants moved with swift, practiced performance.

A cook stood over the stove, stirring a pot of thick porridge while keeping an eye on the sizzling pans of eggs and bacon. Nearby, a young maid kneaded dough for pastries, her hands moving rhythmically as flour dusted the surface around her.

Another servant sliced fruits with precise motions, arranging them neatly on silver platters. Bowls of berries, cream, and jams sat ready, waiting to accompany the warm croissants rising in the oven.

The clattering of dishes, the steady chop of knives, and the low murmur of instructions filled the room, each worker absorbed in their task yet maintaining a careful order to their movements. Everything was prepared with meticulous care, ensuring the meal would arrive upstairs as a perfect reflection of the mansion's grandeur.

Yeah, I regretted coming here.

On the other note, I learned a thing or two about cooking.

The breakfast proceeded like yesterday, but it seemed like the young lady was much more satisfied with the current meal than yesterday.

Well, I would be satisfied too to have an army of professional servants cooking lavish and grandiose stuff for me while I'm not moving a single finger.

"You failed to enact my order."

Jealousy aside, I found that today was a little bit more intriguing than yesterday, by the least.