“Margaret, there you are.
Don’t push yourself too hard, your injuries haven’t healed yet.”

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A voice called out to me as I picked up a basket in a sizable well-kept vegetable garden, moving slowly to harvest vegetables for two people.
I responded with a smile and a nod to her voice, which oozed compassion and kindness, telling me that I shouldn’t go out alone yet.

Approaching me was Buddy, a large Afghan hound-like dog, and its owner, Lady Adelaide.
The strange woman who protected, treated, and took care of my food, clothing, and shelter for me, a suspicious unidentified person who was lying on the ground badly injured… Yes, I wasn’t dead.
I wasn’t, but unbelievably, I had come to a different world.

That day, I was supposed to have lost consciousness on the ground, but I woke up on a soft bed… with intense pain over my whole body.
Looking down at me were two elders… A Roman gray grandfather in a white lab coat and a grandmother in a classic one-piece dress.
When I saw the woman, I forgot about the pain for a moment and the memory of my favorite book came to my mind.

“Eh, Tasha? This is really heaven! Or is this the world of Anne of Green Gables?”

That was right.
The innocent lady with an atmosphere similar to that of Ms.
Tudor was the mistress of this place, Lady Adelaide.
My thoughts were so overwhelmed by the pain that I couldn’t even speak, but my brain was in turmoil.

The elder man in the white coat was wriggling something (I was too much in pain to look at it), and the pain slowly subsided after the treatment was over, but for a couple of days I was so tormented by a dull pain and fever that I could not move from the bed, let alone sit up.

During that time, Lady Adelaide nursed me with devotion, brought food, fed me, and cleaned my body.

After I could get up, I learned that although Lady Adelaide was a retired noblewoman, she had no servants in this large house and basically did everything herself.

Two days a week, there were menial jobs and errands, but that was about it.
She was a true goddess, taking care of an unidentified injured person who was younger than herself, that was of no use to her.

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As the pain receded, I could afford to be more curious about my current situation, but I had a problem.

I couldn’t speak.

When Lady Adelaide gently asked my name, all that came out of my mouth as an answer was soundless air.
She gently stopped me, who was turning pale and trying again and again, and made me a cup of warm tea.
I took a sip of tea and… It was then that I cried for the first time.
There was no voice, no sound.
I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Suddenly I thought I was dead, but I was also alive, but also badly injured in an unknown place.

I couldn’t keep up with this thought process.

I suddenly felt scared, like I wouldn’t even recognize myself… Finally, I realized.

I knew that this was a different world and that I couldn’t go back.
In the original world, I had died in that accident.
I didn’t know why, but my heart knew it was true.

Not even a sob was audible.
I had lost my voice instead of my life, and I had come here.

There was one more thing I had lost; my eye.
I had very normal Japanese dark brown eyes, but now one of my eyes was a light brown, almost a golden color, making me heterochromia.
So far, I didn’t know why or how to make use of it.

Unfortunately, my eyesight, which was not very good, was still the same, and I had no glasses or contacts, so there was some inconvenience.
However, it didn’t mean that I couldn’t see enough to go about my daily life.
A face would be blurry at a distance of one meter, but I could handle it.
I would not watch TV here, or drive my car, so it was okay.

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For some reason, I understood the language.
My hearing and reading were fine.
So, communication would be through written words.
The culture and standard of living in this world was a bit like the old West, and there were many things similar to the original world.
It could be a cup of tea, or a dog.
However, books seemed to be more expensive, and this inevitably wasted paper, so I used the palm of my hand or the ground for writing.

My name seemed to be inexplicably difficult to pronounce, so I asked her to give me a name in this world, and after pondering for a while, she named me “Margaret”, which means “Pearl”… because I was wearing pearl earrings.

These were not the round pearls used for formal occasions, but rather teardrop-shaped, smaller poppy pearls, like those in Vermeer’s paintings.
The metal fittings were ingeniously designed, so that they would not come off when caught in the slightest.

Basically, jewelry was not allowed in the hospitality industry, but I always secretly wore my mother’s pearls as a good luck charm.
The medium bob of my hair hid it well, and on the rare occasions when I was spotted, I was overlooked because of my pearls.

I came to this world empty-handed, with only my tattered clothes, one pair of shoes, a broken watch, and these earrings.
She had given me the name of one of the few remaining signs of the previous world.

Lady Adelaide realized that I came from another world before I did.
They called people like m

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