A Meteor

Sorcerers. Apparently, this is a job for only a chosen few in this world. Some people are born with a crystal bone, a part of their bone structure that has crystallized, like a gemstone. By infusing it with mana, they gain the ability to manipulate the physical world. This is called magic.

As I flip through the pages, following the footnote that led to 'crystallization', I learn that sorcerers are rare. They also have short lifespans, so when someone is discovered to be a sorcerer, they are granted a noble title.

However, I suspect it's just a way to manage and monitor special individuals like this. In other words, they become the property of the royal crown.

"My lady Béatrice, are you sure you're not feeling sick?" Mira's voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to her, feeling out of place in the dreary and boring library. Why are most of the women I meet so beautiful?

"No, I'm fine, Mira. Why? Are you feeling bored?"

"It's not that, but ever since you fainted at the ball, you've been acting strange."

That, I'm not so sure about. I am still Béatrice, and yet, I also had an identity before this ridiculous reincarnation situation.

"I'm sorry to have worried you... It's just... Ever since I returned... I realized I've been leading a spoiled life. Without you and the other servants, I wouldn't be as comfortable as I am today." I closed the book and moved on to a new one. "I'm thinking of improving myself so I may catch the eye of a smart gentleman who could help our honorable household in the future."

"My Lady," Mira looked at me with wide, admiring eyes. "I didn't know you've been thinking so seriously about that."

No, not really. Those were just some half-truths strung together. I'm sorry, Mira.

Days soon bled into weeks, and I found myself frequenting the library more often. Mira told me that people had been gossiping behind my back about my new behavior. It was true; I would typically spend my days in boutiques and at balls, recklessly spending money wherever I went. But not anymore.

Not since I realized that this world was going to end.

The revelation came a few days after my memories of my past life returned. I had read this webnovel and constantly criticized it for its plot holes, which led me to hypothesize that this might actually be hell, and this situation could be karmic justice on the author's behalf.

Aside from that, I recalled that there would be three great tragedies that would strike the Kingdom of Aureth. First, a meteorite.

Yes, a literal meteorite would crash into the capital, causing not only thousands of casualties and damage but also potentially leading to my own death. I can't have that. Not when this world was beginning to be interesting.