(TL: ICTAWBICOUEM) Do Not Indulge in Poverty

--AN) Novel Name : I Came to Another World, But I Can Only Use Everyday Magic. This is a translation using ML and editing. Somethings might be off.--

The rattling north wind shook the window panes, and a cold gust of wind entered the room.

"It's cold..."

I woke up in the middle of the night, shivering.

"This way of sleeping, Payshence, will lead you to freeze to death."

Just a few days ago, I was supposed to be working as an office worker in Japan, but for some reason, when I woke up, I had become Payshence Granger.

This Payshence Granger seems to be of noble birth, but incredibly poor—so much so that improving our living conditions is a matter of life and death.

When I first woke up as Payshence, I was so weakened that I thought, "I'm going to die. Help!" and tried to call an ambulance. But looking around, I was not in my room, and there was no phone.

"Miss Payshence, have you awakened?"

A redhead maid happily spoke to me. Somehow, I knew her name was Mary, and I also knew why I was Payshence Granger.

"I seem to be very weak. Please call a doctor."

I asked Mary, but she looked troubled.

"It's unthinkable to call a doctor just for me," Payshence within me protested, "That's outrageous!"

"The doctor was already called yesterday... and it seems your fever has gone down..."

After being helped by Mary to drink some water, I felt a bit better.

From Payshence's memories, I learned that calling a doctor was considered a luxury, only justified in life-or-death situations. Apparently, yesterday's me, Payshence, was in such a state, and somehow, I have become Payshence Granger, whether by possession or reincarnation.

"Did I die? It seems Payshence is dead, but what are these memories?" That's the question.

I am Kaoru Aoyama, 25 years old, living alone and working as an office worker after graduating from university. I had no health issues and lived a normal life. I don't remember being hit by a truck, nor was I given any cheat abilities by a goddess in a white room.

All I did was come home from work, have a simple meal, take a bath, play on my computer a bit, and then go to bed. Why has this happened? Was there a fire at night, or an earthquake?

What's strange is the vividness of Payshence's memories. Thanks to them, I can speak and understand the language here, which is fortunate, but Payshence's common sense dictates my actions, which is problematic.

Payshence had a noble pride and was full of a spirit of sacrifice.

It seems Payshence's mother also died of pneumonia, brought on by her spirit of sacrifice.

The Granger family includes Lord William, the viscount father, and two brothers destined to inherit: Nashius, 8 years old, and Henry, 6 years old.

The memories of the angelic brothers suggest that Payshence gave up her thin slices of meat at the poor dining table to them. Probably because of this, she was skinny and had low resistance, leading to her death from pneumonia in the winter. Probably.

It's one thing to have clear memories, but being forced to behave properly is a problem.

"A lady of nobility should sleep with her hands on top of the duvet, fingers interlocked, in a refined manner," according to the teachings of her deceased mother. But maybe that's why she died, with no heating and only a thin duvet. It's ridiculous, but it seems my body still sleeps according to Payshence's habits. Sleeping elegantly like Sleeping Beauty is fine, but only in a heated room.

"It's cold! Maybe mother died of pneumonia because she slept like this? With only such thin duvets, I have to check in the morning."

For now, against Payshence's mother's teachings, I'll cover myself head-to-toe with the duvet and curl up like a cat to sleep.

"It might be a bit warmer now... I wonder if the angelic brothers are okay?"

I'm a bit of a shotacon. Ah, the shotacon manga left on my computer in Japan, I wish I could delete it... But there's no use thinking about that.

According to Payshence's memories, the brothers under ten years old sleep together in a children's room, so they should be a bit warmer.

Anyway, I need to sleep and recover some strength. If I don't eat something better than watery porridge, whether it's reincarnation or possession, my life will end.

And, I must do something about this Granger viscount family, or the brothers will be pitiable. This is an agreement between the shotacon me and the brother-loving Payshence.