I was still inside the room.
The room was the same, but this time my attention wasn't on the outside world—
I was looking at myself, at everything around me, as if trying to confirm whether all of this was real or not.
My eyes fell on the calendar hanging on the wall.
Year 514 — April 13
I stared at it for a few seconds.
So this is the day.
This is the year and date… the day I arrived in this world.
I looked at my clothes—
a neatly pressed shirt, formal pants.
Everything was excessively well-kept.
It felt strange.
Visually, this world looks old, but the clothes, lifestyle, the quality of things—
none of it feels backward.
Only one conclusion formed in my mind—
maybe this world is behind in terms of time,
but technologically it is at least on par with my world's 1800s.
Just then, the door opened.
Conte.
My elder sister.
"Where did you bring that maid from?"
she asked bluntly, without any buildup.
"And why did you bring her into our house?"
I looked at her.
"What do you mean, big sister?" I asked with a laugh.
"I don't understand."
She stared at me, as if she had already decided that talking to me was pointless.
"Talking to you is a waste of time."
Saying that, she turned to leave, but added while walking away—
"Come downstairs for dinner."
The door closed.
I stood there with a faint smile.
I know her eyes well.
She's not happy about Historia.
And the reason is obvious.
At the dinner table, the entire family was present.
Only Father was missing.
Narco Desk hadn't returned from the Council yet.
Alisha looked at everyone and said—
"Today's meal was prepared by Historia."
Everyone tasted the food.
Praise started coming in.
But Conte merely glanced at it, put down her spoon, and said—
"It's terrible."
I thought to myself—
if this is terrible,
then what was most of the food in my world?
The food was genuinely good.
After dinner, Rose looked at me.
"Tomorrow we're going to your father's friend's house," she said.
"He's a Council member.
There's a cheese party."
A cheese party?
I had never heard of such a party in my world.
Looks like this world is going to surprise me again.
Everyone went to their rooms.
I wandered around the palace for a while, then called Historia.
"There's a library in the house," I said.
"From today, you'll study using the books there."
She listened with her head lowered.
"You'll tell me about this world,"
"and you'll also have to learn how to read and write this world's language."
"So that you can learn to write… and then teach me as well."
"And you'll also need information about this world's economy,
how geopolitics works here,
and knowledge of this world's history—
so that we can get some hints about this world's power system."
After all that was said,
she silently went off to wash the dishes.
Watching her leave, I thought—
she keeps proving her usefulness every single day.
And why wouldn't she?
She's an AI.
To put it plainly—
she's a genius.
At night, I lay down on the bed.
Before sleeping, there was only one question—
if this is a dream, it should break once I fall asleep.
And if it doesn't… then what?
My eyes went to the room's light.
I noticed that inside the glass bulb, there was no tungsten-like material.
No switch.
No wires.
Inside it was a small stone
that started glowing on its own as soon as it got dark.
Is this magic?
Then I stopped myself.
In my world too, there are stones that glow in the dark.
It doesn't have to be magic—
it could be chemistry as well.
Still…
I wasn't completely sure.
Lost in these thoughts, I fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning,
everything was the same.
The room.
The walls.
The light.
This time, I didn't smile.
This time, I understood—
this is not a dream.
This is my reality.
I got up and went straight into the attached bathroom.
And then—
I saw an Indian-style toilet.
I was genuinely happy.
I never liked Western toilets.
An Indian getting an Indian-style toilet—
what could be better than that?
While brushing, a strange feeling came over me.
This body isn't mine.
Someone else used it before.
It was their body.
After bathing, I returned to the room.
I opened the wardrobe.
Expensive, formal clothes.
My eyes lit up.
I chose a white shirt and formal pants.
Just then, there was a knock.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
Historia.
I told her to come in.
She placed a glass of milk on the table beside the window
and then wished me good morning.
"How do you know I drink milk in the morning?" I asked.
She replied calmly—
"You told me long ago, Master."
Then there was another knock.
Moon.
"Your clothes for today's party."
Her gaze went to Historia.
"Oh? She's here too?"
I said—
"There are so many clothes in the wardrobe. Why new ones?"
Moon looked at me as if I had said something extremely childish.
"In a royal family," she said,
"clothes worn to a party are never worn again."
"It can damage the image."
Saying that, she left.
I remained seated there.
And for the first time, I felt it clearly—
This world isn't just different.
It is far harsher than my world.